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

“Dad... Come on... Get up. We're going to be late.”

I groaned and pushed away the needy creature demanding my attention.

“Dad. Get up. I'll get the hose. I'll do it.”

I turned toward the mean voice, cracked an eyelid, felt the pressure of a bench clamp on my skull. “Go away.” I was sure that was good enough to end the demanding voice's protests.

I was wrong.

The minute the first spray hit my face I was mostly awake, though with a pounding head. Orchid stood at the food of the bed, a spray bottle in her hand. “The hose wouldn't reach.”

I actually laughed, even surprising myself. “Sorry... I... wasn't quite awake, yet, kinda stuck half-asleep. Sorry, Sweetie.”

“Ok. Get moving, Dad! We gotta be at the doctor's office in thirty minutes.” I hustled to get some clothes on, wishing I had time for a shower first.

Orchid was waiting in the car while I downed an acetaminophen and grabbed a caffeinated root beer from the fridge.

I had us moving quickly after that. It would be close, but I thought we'd be ok given the notorious wait times at her doctor's location. “How'd you get up in time, I didn't hear the alarm.” I wasn't sure that would have woken me at all.

“I was awake since dawn, couldn't sleep. I'm excited!”

I smiled, the pain reliever and caffeine beginning to loosen the grip on my head. “I know. Me too. Remember, take it easy for a few days, use the crutches if you get sore, work it slow-”

“Dad, seriously. I know all that. And I'll hear it again when they take it off, and again when they discharge me. Remember when I broke my finger when I was nine? This is ten times worse.”

“True. Ok.” I tried not to ruin her mood despite my own being slow to normalize since the night before. “You get your cast off, I don't have to go to work anytime soon, and by five o'clock tonight, we'll have seven figures in the bank. This week is getting off much better than the last, eh?”

“Fuck yeah.” I didn't flinch at her use of the word, and in some ways, I liked it. It wasn't fair to see Orchid as my ward in some situations. Sure, she was still my daughter, still under my care, but we were lovers, her virginity soon to be given to me. Some parts of her life were her own, and I wasn't offended when adults used the word, why should I treat my lover any different?

“Fuck yeah,” I repeated, leading to her giggles.

The doctor was late to the office, and already an hour behind. Orchid sat while I paced the floor, consuming several cups of coffee and brewing another pot when it was empty. The woman at the desk said she'd be seen in another half hour, so I ducked down to the cafe across the block to grab us warm scones and hot mint tea.

Orchid and I ate in the crowded room, sipping our drinks and munching on our scones. There were sick people, moaning children, a man whose face looked like it had been pressed into a grill at some point in his life. I doubted that's why he was waiting for the doctor, but it chilled me to think how painful that must have been.

The longer we sat, the more agitated I got. I wanted peace, quiet, anything but a room of sick, annoyed people who, like me, wanted to be anywhere else. Orchid took my hand as I passed by and made me sit. She held it openly, just a daughter and her father sharing a sweet moment.

It helped. I knew the combination of the long week, the incident with Jim, my sexual frustration, and certainly, the eighteen gallons of caffeinated beverages expanding my bladder, had left me with jangled nerves, a sour stomach, and no patience at all. Orchid's touch was the finger on the scale that kept me from yelling at the woman complaining about her bill. I really wanted to shout 'shut the fuck up!'

Finally, finally, our first misery ended when I heard the technician call out, “Orchid?”

We rose and were quickly settled in a small appointment room. The nurse practitioner came in and asked a few questions before one of the medical techs came in and soon had Orchid's cast cut off.

Her skin looked discolored, wrinkled. The woman told us that was normal and it would heal over the next few weeks. The site of the break showed no lasting marks, and since there was no surgery required, her foot looked like it might be back to normal before too long.

Orchid's doctor came in to check things out, had her putting a bit of weight on the foot, satisfied that she'd manage, and sent her for a final x-ray. The scan showed the bones had healed as expected and he proceeded to give Orchid the advice she already knew was coming. She rolled her eyes at me and smiled as he rattled off the instructions, then signed a couple of papers and left us.

We were out the door as quickly as possible. Orchid used her crutches at first, testing out the weight and found she could take slow steps with just a single crutch for balance. My caffeine high slowed as we walked down the street to the small park. She loved letting her healing foot touch the grass, made a show of walking dramatically and spilling down onto the soft greenery. There was no one around, and I felt the urge to collapse next to her and put my head in her lap.

“Big day, sweetie, big day.” I felt the heat of her genitals through her sweat pants. I smelled her sweaty crotch and smiled, felt much better just laying on the cool grass, smelling my daughter, resting peacefully as she stroked my face. “I could melt into you right now. I could melt into this moment.”

The young woman's voice in her throat came through softly, “do it. You have nothing you have to do. Melt, Dad.”

I might have dreamed those words, I'm really not sure. I woke some time later, my head still on Orchid's thighs, the two of us still alone in the soft, secluded grass. I felt a bit better as I raised up, her smile a wonderful sight. I looked around before planting a kiss on her lips and helping her get to her feet.

I carried the crutch while she used my shoulder for support. Once inside my car, I said, “thank you, Sweetie. I really... really, needed that. Feeling better.” I exhaled, couldn't help laughing.

Orchid eyed me, said, “what now? You're losing it, Dad.”

“No, no... just... I don't know what to do right now. I have no job, no real responsibilities. I don't know what to do next.”

She leaned to me and whispered, “I do.”

- - -

On the ride home, I let it sink in that I was going to fuck my daughter. I'd been so close, my penis slipping through the edges of her labia, the tip of my cock spewing seed into her opening. But was only a moment, only an inch, and only in a position that carefully protected her injured leg.

Now she could move without pain, and though she wouldn't be riding me any time soon, my cock throbbed at what awaited me at home.

Orchid was buzzing, her skin was flushed, raised, her hand in mine as I parked and leaned in for a kiss. Her soft, wet lips trembled on mine, and she couldn't stop catching her breath and smiling.

I led her inside, kissed her again, invited her to join me in the shower. We shed our clothes and wiped soapy water over each. I kissed and hugged her in the steamy water, her excitement and mine combining to leave us both trembling.

It was a rush, my hands moved freely, hungrily over Orchid's body. I squeezed her ass, roughly fondled her tits, ran my teeth along her neck. I was aggressive, needful, felt myself pulsing with a raging desire to fuck my daughter. To fuck her hard. I was obsessed with the touch, the feel of her, and after a few moments in the shower, I pulled back to see her with an odd look.

I was rushing, ignoring what I'd promised myself about Orchid's first time. I was being selfish, consumed by my desire to fuck my daughter. She felt it, felt that I was not so much focused on her as focused on my own needs.

It wasn't the right way. My long week, my sudden freedom, my excitement over my daughter's cast being removed. I slumped in the shower, feeling the weight of it a pushing me down. Orchid turned off the water and took my hand, kissed it, asked, “you ok, Dad?”

I kissed her hand in reply, pulled her out of the shower and toweled her off. I finally said, “Orchid, this is all about you, your first time. I'm rushing, not focused. I'm in a place where I'm not doing the right thing, by you. I want your first time to be all about you, not me. Right now... well, you've seen me the last couple of days... I need a few to recover, you know? To get my head straight...”

She exhaled what I thought was a sigh of relief. “Ok... yeah... I was... I was getting a little nervous, honestly... you weren't quite yourself...”

I tried to calm down and let my raging hormones, my raging mind, slow. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around Orchid, held her tight, our naked skin damp and warm. I kissed her forehead, felt her arms tighten around my back. “Soon, Sweetie. Let's not rush, ok? Either of us. Let's get a grip on where we are... where I am right now... Then... then we try this again, ok?”

Orchid smiled at me, looked a bit relieved, “Ok... yeah, that sounds good, Dad.”

- - -

The afternoon was spent in the pool. It was the first time Orchid could go in since her break, and she was delighted to hang her feet over the edge before slipping carefully into the water. She wore her sexy green bikini, and I soon joined her to swim and throw a football around.

It was everything I needed that afternoon. I felt myself slowly recovering. I avoided alcohol, relaxed, tried to forget the incident with Jim, and spent a few hours just being Dad to Orchid. Not her lover, not her caretaker, just Dad.

Orchid pulled herself out of the pool eventually, her face a bit weary. She sat next to me, silent a moment, then said, “when we do it, finally... I want it to be while camping. I've been thinking all day about it, about what you said about not rushing and all. I thought about what would be perfect. I want to go to the campground and give you my virginity there, Dad. What do you think?”

I beamed my acceptance at her. “That sounds wonderful. Yes, I think that would be perfect. We've got nothing else to do... tomorrow, then? We'll pack up things tonight, maybe go for a week or two, who knows? Call your music teacher, let her know you'll miss this week's practices, if that's what you want to do, of course.”

“Yeah, I do. I really do. Just you and me for a few days. That would be great. Maybe Lily and her mom can come join us this weekend?”

“I hope so. Dahlia's been pretty busy, had a week only barely less stressful than mine. I'm sure she could use the time away. I'll call her in a bit.”

“Thanks, Dad. For everything.”

“My pleasure, Orchid. My pleasure...”

- - -

I called Dahlia and caught her up on my week, how close Orchid and I had come to fully penetrating her, how I'd felt guilty about focusing on my own needs instead of my daughter's. Dahlia was sympathetic, said she was proud that I'd stopped when I did, made sure that it wasn't really about me.

I decided to describe the situation with Jim. Orchid walked out to the pool gingerly, careful to keep most of her weight off the foot, munching on grapes. I told Dahlia, “Jim was really drunk. After the week we had, the alcohol just intensified our tiredness, our raw emotions. I still feel a bit raw myself. Anyway... He went to the men's room a few minutes before me. Dahlia... I heard fucking as soon as I entered.”

Orchid was chewing slowly, listening. I'd not told her about Jim yet, not really wanting to deal with it openly. I continued. “The door opened and out came Jim, sweating, out of breath, his cock hanging out of his pants. The waitress followed him, cum running down her leg. He was cheating on his wife, Dahlia! I know Rose, though not well. I... I don't know what to do... Tell me... if you were Rose... would you want to know? Should I tell her? I'm really torn.”

Dahlia was silent a moment. “I don't know. On one hand, of course, I'd want to know. I'd always want to know who my husband was fucking, especially without a condom... But... if... otherwise, things are ok, you know... I don't know... Maybe I wouldn't want to know, maybe I wouldn't want to have that to deal with. Hard question, Brent. Hard question.”

“I know. I think I'm staying out of it. I feel a bit guilty not telling Rose, and I'm sure when I see her sometime in the future, I'll remember I hadn't told her and feel bad all over... but... I just can't deal with that. That night, I snapped at everyone, so tired, so stressed. Even sweet Orchid had to deal with my mood. Though, she handled me like a champ, I gotta say.” I smiled at my daughter who gave me a small smile in return. “Anyway... don't mean to burden you with this, just had to talk it through. I'll stay out of it. Between them, I think... between them.”

“Yeah, I think that's best. Hard not to tell her, I know... but... there's a point where you just add to whatever they may be dealing with, and without knowing the whole story... probably best to stay out of it. At least their kids are grown and out of the house.”

“Anyway, enough of that. We're heading to the campground tomorrow, think we've got a special moment ahead of us, and Orchid is looking forward to it in such a beautiful place.” I winked at my daughter, she flushed but didn't look away. “Any chance you and Lily could join us on Friday? We'd love to see you two.”

“Hmm... maybe. Thinks are hectic here, I put in hours on Saturday this past weekend, might have to do the same this week.”

“You could quit.”

“Brent... Its not that easy.”

“It kinda is that easy... but I know what you mean, I do. At least... refuse to come in on Saturday. Tell them you're having a baby, tell them anything to stop them from making you come in.”

Dahlia laughed, as did Orchid. “Ok, Brent. I know. Yeah, I know. Yes. We'll come up. It may be late Friday night, but we'll be there, I promise. I have to have time for me and Lily and you two in my life right now. I'll be there.”

We hung up and I sat relaxing by the pool, listening as Orchid popped in earphones and hummed to a tune. I was slowly returning to normal, feeling better. I'd talked about Jim, about seeing Dahlia, about Orchid's first time so close at hand. I'd found some peace in reality that afternoon that the previous week had tried to unsettle, nearly succeeding.

I looked at my phone. It was 5pm. Something in my head went nuts. Something I meant to do.

The bank account.

I tapped Orchid, signaled her to follow me into the den. I whipped open the laptop as she sat next to me, her earphones yanked out, her eyes watching my screen. I logged in to my bank account and checked the balance.

$2,215,029 was showing in the account. I was fucking rich.

Well, not rich in the three-yachts-and-two-mansions sense of the word, but I had enough money to my name to do things I'd only dreamed of. I'd done alright over the years, had a few investments, a 401k, some bonds, assets that set me in the upper middle class in many ways, but this money was beyond all that.

I stared at the number a while, Orchid held my arm, smiled at me excitedly. I stared at the number. Stared. It was too much. I'd believed 1.8 million was the deposit, and 2.2 was a few hundred thousand too many. I only kept about thirty grand in my account normally, the rest invested. There was almost $400,000 too much.

I called Margaret immediately when I saw the deposit line. She answered, listened, her voice tight, her answers short. I felt coldness on the line, perhaps a bit understandable after the way I'd left Jim and the others on Sunday night.

She finally told me that my employment contract had a premium price that was beyond the $300K I'd expected. After my ten-year anniversary, there was another clause that kicked in, more than doubling the buyout amount. She explained and then went silent, finally said, “anything else?” Her tone suggested she was done with me and expected me to hang up, so I thanked her and did so.

I sat in silence, taking in Margaret's tone, the situation with Jim. I tossed them aside. That was my past. Recent past, to be sure, but neither Margaret nor Jim would be in my future. It was surprisingly easy to let it go, but staring at $2.2 million in my account didn't hurt.

I knew a big chunk of that was going to go to taxes, and I did a bit of mental math and knew I still had a ton of cash to invest. The wire transaction had already cleared, so I immediately moved most of it into my investment account and registered a request for a conservative purchase. I left $100,000 in my checking account, money to play with, in some sense. I loved seeing those huge numbers as my own. They were very reassuring.

Orchid's excitement got the best of her. She was bouncing on the couch, toothsome smile, no need for music to dance on her ass. I watched her tits jiggle in her swim suit, didn't resist the urge to touch them, caressed them.

I leaned in to her and kissed her lips, felt her slow and melt into me. I whispered, “since we're waiting for your first time... maybe there's something we can do right now that would be fun for both of us? Something that would have been hard with your cast on.”

She squealed and hopped up, followed me to the bathroom where we shared our second shower of the day. This time, it was light. She giggled a lot while I laughed and touched her. None of the anxious urgency, the powerful desire to consume her. I wasn't raw emotionally the way I was earlier in the day, no pressure from myself to have sex with Orchid, to penetrate her, to use her body for my own release. That hadn't been the way I wanted her to see me her first time, and I felt happy to have pulled back and stopped rushing toward breaking her hymen.

The shower went quickly, both of us feeling excited and relaxed as we dried off and went to the bedroom.

The past few weeks, almost all of our sexual relationship was spent with Orchid on her back, her cast-covered ankle kept still, propped, kept out of the way. With the cast off and her mobility returning, I wanted something different for her, and for me.

I sank back onto the bed, pulled her over me. She laughed and smiled, and I did the same. Orchid instinctively straddled me, my penis dangerously close to her labia. For a split second, I almost asked her if she wanted me to fuck her right then. I held off, mostly because she quickly slid down and removed the temptation by sucking my cock into her mouth.

Orchid hummed softly, her lips moving wetly up and down my shaft. I was alive, engaged with the young woman between my legs. My daughter's tongue moved over the head of my dick as she sucked, my balls churning and preparing my seed. I lifted her head a moment, looked at her, said, “turn around, bring your pussy to my face.”

She giggled and turned. As she settled carefully onto her knees, I watched my daughter's beautiful lightly-hairy cunt draw closer. She smelled clean, of soap and hot water, but also of excitement. Orchid's pussy always seemed to have a pleasant, warm-fleshy smell with distinct hints of pungency, fresh fish, warm milk, sweet cream. Her odors were uniquely Orchid's. I could have picked her out of a line up of a hundred girls. I inhaled and drew my tongue up her slit.

She moaned as I licked her, my throbbing cock in her hand, slow strokes making me tremble softly. Her body tensed as I tasted her fluids, my nose pressed against her anus, sniffing the lightest hints of her ass while my tongue probed her vagina.

Orchid finally understood the position. Her head lowered and sucked in my penis, her tongue slurping the precum that was flowing out. She bobbed, sucked, bobbed, licked my balls, took me into her mouth again. I felt myself growing tense, tingling, tried to concentrate on her pussy as I fought the urge to cum in her mouth.

I pulled back a moment, the new position with Orchid made everything fresh, in more ways than one. I'd never had Orchid over me like that, had the chance to look between her legs and enjoy what I saw. I used my hands to hold her pussy open. My daughter's pink labia were swollen, wet, folds of lighter and darker reds running through her smooth, tender flesh. Her opening was small, the width of my little finger at most, labia running thin but ribbed with a small, rippling texture, starting from just below her tight, wrinkled anus and moving apart before returning close together, where they joined the folds of her clit.

Her hymen was a thin, milky membrane just inside her opening, a barrier with a small hole just off center. I shuddered as I thought about penetrating my daughter's virgin pussy. Orchid's clit had risen from her hood, her pink nub hard and straining. Dark hair ran along her labia, trailing off near her anus. I stared at her dark, closed hole, wondered just a moment if one day my daughter would let me play there, as well.

My cock swelled at the realization that I'd soon have full intercourse with my daughter. That I would cum inside her. My cum boiled as my face returned to Orchid's crotch, flicking my tongue in circles around her clit. She humped me back, ground down as she slipped her lips along my shaft.

My thirteen-year old daughter and I raced toward orgasm. Our bodies began to move in sync. Her head slid down as my hips pushed up, my penis slipping between her lips, sliding along her tongue to her throat. Her pussy moved in tight circles and jerks around my face. She moaned, vibrating my cock. I dipped my tongue into her opening, bringing a moan to her throat and more vibrations.

Orchid came first, but just barely. I moved my hands to her breasts, my face buried in her crotch, nose against her anus, tongue on her clit. I fondled Orchid's lovely boobs, she stiffened, pulled off my cock to breathe before taking my penis back inside. She shuddered, rocked her hips down on me, my breath held as she exploded in orgasm.

“MMMMmmm---mmm... mmmMMMMmmm... MMMMmmm... mmmm...” Her mouth never left my shaft as she came and drooled light, creamy discharge onto my tongue. The rich, pungent slickness filled my mouth. I bucked between her lips. My cock swelled, my shaft expanded, and I ejaculated my cum in my daughter's mouth.

I spurted my load, hands holding Orchid's breasts, face pressed into her crotch. I emptied myself against her tongue. She swallowed once when my cum slowed, allowed me to drizzle the rest of my jism down her throat as I moaned into her vagina, inhaling the scent of her asshole.

Orchid never broke the moment. She sucked me gently, swallowed my cum down her throat, never let me get soft. I continued to lick her cunt, her creamy, moist thirteen-year old cunt. I was in heaven and never even realized I was building another orgasm until I felt Orchid shudder into her second on my face.

My cum boiled out again, nothing but pleasure and warmth and the sexy young body over mine. Orchid was as lost in the moment as I. As I came down her throat a second time, I felt a release unlike any I'd had in a long time. Orchid took my cum so easily in her mouth, now. She never flinched, never seemed to let it choke her as so often happened with others I'd been with. My daughter loved taking my cum in her mouth, and goddamn if I didn't love shooting there.

We relaxed, still lapping each other, slower, softer, less desperate. It had been over a week since we'd been intimate, and the moments lost to tasting and touching each other went a long way toward sating our desires, our needs.

She turned around and collapsed beside me, nestled her head against my chest, kissed my nipple. I kissed her forehead, swept the hair out of her face. She exhaled contentedly and relaxed into me.

I realized then that we'd passed a test of sorts. Earlier in the day, the rush of the moment, the freedom, the lack of direction, and the emotional week behind me had left me feeling like a predator, not a lover. Not necessarily criminal, mind you, but the aggressive 'me' was not the one I wanted my daughter to see the day I accepted her virginity.

The pressure off, some of the energy back in my body, the mutual oral sex had been more than satisfying. I loved eating Orchid's pussy, sniffing her odors, feeling her warm breasts and buttocks and her tender petals between her thighs. And goddamn, I loved cumming in her mouth, feeling her cum in mine. It had been what we really needed that night.

And so I believed we passed a test. It was going to be an unusual moment in many ways. Despite what we'd done already, I'd yet to full penetrate her. That moment had built up in my mind and hers, and perhaps our anxiety had driven us to almost rush to it. We both wanted it, and we'd each imagined what it would feel like for me to slide inside her. We needed that moment, but only in the right context. My mindset wasn't yet to that point, but a few hours in the woods would surely bring us both to the moment we desired.

I knew I'd penetrate my daughter that week. I would put my penis inside her vagina, break her hymen, and fuck her until I shot my seed against her cervix. It was hard to sleep with that on my brain, but I eventually drifted off to sensual dreams.