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

We actually delayed our trip by one day, planned to leave early Wednesday morning, so that I could make contact with a realtor I knew and get the paperwork started to put my home on the market. Nelson was thrilled to hear from me. He'd been my agent when I bought the house almost fifteen years before, and he thought the market was strong enough to get competitive bids within a couple of weeks.

Orchid swam most of the day, the freedom from her cast had her trying to quickly rebuild her strength, and the pool provided the perfect way to start.

I spent the rest of my day looking at properties. I narrowed my options down to four. Two were large lots with existing houses. Nice vistas, open and tree-filled spaces. One had a stream along the edge of the property line.

One was a build-ready property, the home-site ready for the buyer. It was higher up than the others, but the views were not spectacular from the part of the property that would support a house.

The final one was an untouched lot of almost twenty-five acres. Two streams, a ridge-line with potential, great views in several spots, even a small, cozy hollow that nestled near one of the streams.

That one caught my eye immediately, and as I narrowed that list, I found myself comparing each of the others against it. The listing agent titled it with the phrase 'Natural with Potential.' A bit of a bland description, really, as I could imagine all sorts of ways that the property was so much more than that.

I sent links to the four final options to Dahlia for her comment without biasing her with my thoughts. I showed Orchid when she climbed up to dry off, again without offering her my thoughts on them. She looked them over, making short comments like “look at that view!” and “could we build a cabin there?” and “Do you think there are bears?”

At the end, I asked her which she liked best. Orchid thought a moment, and agreed with my favorite. “That one. Definitely. Can we drive up and see it this week?”

“I might be able to arrange that, sure.”

- - -

Later that evening I spoke to Dahlia. “So, what do you think?”

“They're all fantastic, Brent! I dunno. The one with the house and the views is pretty spectacular. But, I dunno... would be pretty cool to own all the land in the fourth one, put whatever house you wanted there.”

“Whatever house we want there. All of us.”

“Oh, Brent. This is fun!”

- - -

I got off the phone and sent an email to the agents of the first and last in my list to see if we could set up a time to view the properties during the week. I let them know we would need a confirmation by 10am the next morning since we'd be out of contact while camping.

I got a reply almost immediately from the first agent. The first house with the views had just gotten a cash offer that afternoon. We could still see it and put in a bid, if we liked. I responded that we'd wait and see, didn't want to get our hopes up too soon.

- - -

I slept restlessly that night while Orchid slumbered quietly. Too much on mind. My new fortune. Buying and selling properties. My future marriage to Dahlia. My daughter's virginity.

I grew hard in the middle of the night, Orchid's warm ass against my hip. I rolled into her, rested my cock in the crack between her soft butt cheeks. I slid along her body, let my penis throb next to her. I tingled as I humped her slowly, her sleeping form never moving with my touches. I dropped my penis down to her vagina and nestled the tip just inside.

I knew how close I was. So close to pushing inside. I wanted to. But not like that, not with her sleeping. I stroked my cock gently, felt my semen rising slowly. The tip of my penis swelled between Orchid's labia, the entrance to her vagina open just enough to nudge inside. I groaned quietly, humped my fist, and ejaculated like a stream into her sex. My cum immediately ran out, each spurt splashing and falling away, sliding down her thigh.

Orchid never moved, never woke from her sleep. I cuddled next to her, let my penis rest between her legs, dripping cum slowly against her inner thigh. I held her, hugged her tight. She sighed and shifted slightly, her crotch pushed down on my cock, and we lay like that a long time in the night, and at some point, sleep finally found me.

- - -

The campsite was empty the day we arrived. Orchid and I sat around a fire, cooking potatoes in a skillet. The afternoon came on hot and muggy, not rare but not typical where we were. It made us sticky, and we spend most of the afternoon in the cool waters of the creek.

Earlier that day, Orchid had woken before me. When I got up and made coffee, she approached and hugged me, gave me a kiss and a smile, then stretched wide, groaning with pleasure at the sensation. She caught my eye, said, “did you cum on me last night?”

I didn't try to hide my smile. “Yes. Couldn't help it. I wanted to cum, and it felt so good... I shot inside you a bit... how'd you know?”

“Oh, just the huge layer of dried cum on my leg and the sticky globs in my hair. You know, took a lot of work to figure it out.” I had grinned at her. She'd said, “you could have woken me... I'd have loved to help.”

“Next time, I will. You were just so peaceful, sleeping, restful.”

We relaxed in the cool creek and talked about the property we'd arranged to see on Fridah. The natural acreage looked like a perfect place to build our family together with Dahlia and Lily, and I wished the two of them could go with us.

The heat of the day lingered well into the evening, and I suggested to Orchid that we take the evening to relax together and enjoy the wonderful stress relief that comes in the mountains. We were suddenly in no rush to have sex, though we both were very eager. The thick, muggy weather had us feeling lethargic and tired. We played a few games of gin, then curled up on top of our sleeping bags to doze away that Wednesday night.

- - -

It finally cooled off after midnight and I woke briefly to cover us with blankets. Orchid rolled away from me, and I cuddled next to her, warming the chilled flesh on her neck, arms, and legs. I loved that my daughter loved it there. It connected us together with a shared love of the mountains, of simple, restive nature that so many people seemed unable to understand. Orchid got it, and she got me. It made all the difference when we were so close to finally consummating our relationship.

I got up after holding Orchid for a while, well before dawn. I strolled to the slit trench and voided my bowels, then waded into the cool creek and cleaned up. Flashlight in hand, I got a fire going and soon had water boiling for coffee, eggs ready to scrabble.

I moved north toward where the pines grew thick and smelled wonderful in the humid night air. I found what I was looking for there. Tall purple flowers bloomed thick in that area, several yellow ones as well. I cut them with my knife and worked together a bundle. I used a napkin to fold around the ends, then wrapped a thin red ribbon around them and laid them next to Orchid in the tent.

It was going to be the day for us. The big one. The one we'd been anticipating for so many weeks. I knew it. The air stayed chilly as the sun rose, and unlike the days before, I felt no anxiety. I was calm, reserved, ready to step completely into my role as my daughter's lover and ensure it was the way she'd always wanted it.

Orchid finally left the tent an hour or so after sunrise. She stretched, wearing her pajamas, the flowers in her hand. She smiled at me, sat the flowers in her chair, and took a roll of tissues to the slit trench beyond my view. I started the eggs and made a strong cup of instant coffee. Orchid moved down to the water, stripped off her pajamas, and cleaned up in the creek.

When she finally joined me again, she wore a robe over panties, no bra. It was chilly that morning, and her skin was covered in goosebumps. The fire warmed her quickly, and the eggs helped as well.

We'd barely spoken that morning, letting the sounds of the mountain keep our attention. Birds sang as the sun rose, bugs chirped and squeaked and twittered all around. Skittering of feet on damp leaves competed with the breeze that began to move with more urgency.

Orchid sat on my lap, leaned back, held my head to her shoulder. We sat that way for a while, enjoying the shared time alone, without stress, without pressure, with nothing we had to do but be together. The timing was right, and Orchid knew it.

She turned around, sat on my lap, legs straddling mine. The chair made the position a bit awkward, but it didn't stop her from taking my head in her hands, kissing my lips, moving her hips around my thighs. I grew very hard, bulging, throbbing as she ground into me, closer and closer to what we both wanted.

My daughter took charge and I don't think I ever got it back. She whispered, “I'm ready, Dad. Are you?”

I could barely respond I was so caught up in the moment. “Yes, Orchid. Yes. I'm ready.”

We kissed again and she rocked me faster, her body moving over my thighs, her eyes soft and watching mine. Her hand slid down my chest, under the edge of my pajama bottoms, and she found my rigid penis with her fingers. Orchid stroked me, stroked me, let her fingers dance up and down, drawing precum from the tip, making her skin slick on mine. She moaned as she did so, her body trembling slightly.

There was no reservation in my mind. It felt right. Orchid was ready, wanted to be the one to make the situation her own, to give me her virginity in the way she most desired.

She led me to the tent and we crawled inside. She smiled as she laid me back and pulled off my pajamas, leaving me naked and a bit cold as she removed her robe and panties. Orchid's nipples were stiff, straining, as was her clit. Her pubic hairs had a glean of moisture that smelled of sweat and arousal. Her virgin pussy wanted what it had never experienced, and Orchid wasted no time.

She slid her legs over mine, on her knees as I held her hips, stared at her eyes. My daughter's mouth was open, panting, her body still trembling a bit as she straddled me, let my penis throb as she sat down. I could feel the heat of her hairy genitals along my length, her virgin opening so close to my flesh.

Orchid rubbed herself along my shaft, let my penis graze her clit and slip through the valley between her labia. She was already wet, soaking my skin, leaving my cock very slick and very ready to feel her inside. My daughter looked at me and smiled, said softly, “oh, yes.... now... now...”

She rose up as I guided her waist. She reached down, stroked my penis twice, and nestled the tip against her opening. I felt her heat, her wetness as she paused only a second. She slowly sat down. My penis pushed into her tight, tight young hole. I stretched her slowly, her vagina taking me inside.

“Oh, God, Orchid... Oh God...”

“Yes... oh, yesssss...”

My cock hit her barrier and she stopped, pushed down against me. Her hymen held, so she pulled off. Even though it was only a couple of inches, a couple of small, slippery movements, Orchid's little cunt already had my balls drawing up, the excitement of finally penetrating my thirteen-year old daughter overwhelming my self-control.

She pulled up until just the tip of my penis was inside her, then she sat down hard. Her hymen tore and she cried out, “Owww! Oh... Oh... Owww... nnn... ohh...” She held still a few seconds, then lowered herself further. Her pussy slid down, down, my penis sliding deeper inside my daughter. I hit her cervix and she held still, most of my length held inside her.

Her pussy was so tight. So tight. So slick, but so, so tight. My cock was opening her wider than she'd ever experienced before, stretching her hole around my shaft. She felt so warm, so welcoming, so young. So much pleasure in so little movement. Orchid panted, locked my eyes, leaned down and we shared the most passionate kiss of our lives with my cock throbbing inside her little pussy.

We stayed like that a while. Small whimpers, soft sighs, sounds of love, of pain, of pleasure escaping her lips. I let her drive us, let her lead me where she wanted me to go. She may have been inexperienced with intercourse, but Orchid knew her body, and mine, and she knew what felt good to her.

Lips locked, her hips finally moved. Up they rose just a bit before settling back down. Up slowly an inch, two, then slid back down. Her movements were soft, her body becoming more comfortable with me inside her. My daughter's cunt squeezed me, spasmed randomly, her panting and her trembling form so wonderful as my hands explored her flesh.

Up... … … and down... … … Up... … … and down... It was the slowest fuck I'd ever had, but it was uniquely Orchid. It was my daughter that rode me, my daughter's thirteen-year old cunt that was trying to draw the cum out of my penis. I wanted her to cum, wanted her to feel that pleasure with me inside her.

My hand slid down to her fur, slid over her clit. She shivered with my touch, her hips jerked side to side as I twirled her there. She rose and fell, rose and fell, began to make love to me. Her dark hair swayed, tangled, gorgeous. Her breasts were flushed, swollen, her nipples tight and hard. Orchid shivered harder as her clit strained, her little vagina slipping up and down my penis, up and down her father's cock. Her tall frame fit perfectly over mine, and my cock fit perfectly inside her pussy.

Orchid cried out slowly, a wonderful, fulfilled moan that shattered any other sound I'd ever enjoyed in the world. She did it again, again, her body writhed, her movements quicker. I felt myself getting close to the point where I couldn't hold back.

My daughter cried out louder, “oh... ooooohhh... Oh, Dad... Oh, Dad... oooohhh... yes... yes.... YESSSSSSS... oooOOOOOHH... OOOHH...” Orchid climaxed on my penis, her cunt spasming, her body jerking as she came. It blew me over the edge. I bellowed, humped up into her body, and ejaculated in my daughter's pussy, my cum splashing against her cervix, sending her body into another round of writhing and shuddering.

I filled her completely, came longer than I had in many years, pleasure erupting through me as my penis tingled, pulsed, throbbed against the walls of her vagina. I shot what felt like a gallon of my semen into Orchid's cunt. She locked eyes with me as I came, leaned down to kiss me as our mutual orgasms washed our bodies clear of all doubts, all worries. We came together and felt our love explode with pleasure, with satisfaction, with the feeling two lovers get when the wait was so worth it.

She kept me inside her as she pulled back. Her pussy was so tight there was no way I could withdraw. She giggled, happiness shown on her face. She ran her hands over her breasts, swept the hair out of her eye, said nothing but continued to giggle.

Her body moved again, up and down, up and down. My sperm squished around my penetration, held inside by her tight hole. She stopped giggling and began to move up and down, up and down, her clit grinding against my body. She leaned forward a bit, spread her legs wider, started to fuck me. She swung her hips back and forward, not just up and down. Back and forward, back and forward, taking me inside deeply before pulling off, then taking me deep again.

Orchid's cunt was a mess, slippery cum mixed with her virgin blood which squished out, frothing over her labia, catching in her pubic hairs. Her mouth was open, soft sighs coming with each stroke. Her eyes closed, her head leaned back. She grew tighter, tighter, her cunt grasping me, holding my length rigid. Back and forward, back and forward, each stroke making her tense more and more, flush deeper and deeper.

My hands slid over her nipples, cupped and caressed my daughter's tits. She cried out and ground herself into me, tensed, shuddered, moaned, “ohhhh... yes... yes... ooohhh, Daddy... oooh, Daddy...”

Those magical, breathtaking words. I'd heard Lily say them. They'd been an elixir, a catalyst to my orgasms. Hearing my daughter say them, hearing her call me 'Daddy' as she rode me to her second orgasm, I was overwhelmed and reacted with a powerful climax of my own.

I slammed up into her, the first real deliberate movement of my own since she first took me inside. I slammed in again, grunted, pulled her orgasming body down over me. I kissed her neck, then sucked on her earlobe. I slammed, kissed her, slammed, licked her neck, heard her moaning, one more “oooh... Daddy... yes...” from her lips, and I was there. My cum shot once more into my daughter's vagina, filling her, coating her channel with my incestuous semen.

We panted together, trying to catch our breath. Neither of us wanted that moment to end. My cock was held tightly in her no-longer-virgin hole, her body trembling softly, her breathing hot on my lips as we kissed.

Slowly, slowly, she slid off of me, my cum running freely from her swollen, gaping vagina, small streaks of red mixing with the creamy white. Orchid rested her head on my shoulder, kissed my chest, said, “god... Dad... oh, god...”

I kissed her forehead, wiped away the hair and sweat from her face, told her, “I love you Orchid. You have no idea how much you mean to me. Not just this, this wonderful thing we did, but how much you mean to me in all things. I love you so much, Sweetie. Always. Thank you for giving me your virginity. It is a treasure, a gift I could never have dreamed to receive.”

I felt her lips break into a smile, a giggle escaped her lips. “I feel so good right now, Dad. So good. I've wanted that so long. Wanted you inside me... so good... mmmm...”

My arms wrapped around her head and I held my daughter to me well into the morning. We didn't want to lose that feeling, didn't want to end the wonderful expression of love and pleasure we'd shared, a father and daughter in a relationship that went beyond sex or family. It combined the best of both, and there, moments after my only daughter had slid her pussy off my cock, my cum leaking from her vagina, I knew we were going to have a life together that made up for all the years we'd barely seen each other. With Dahlia and Lily, it just looked better and better.

I dozed off, imagining all the things Orchid and I had to look forward to, and my dreams were filled with sensations of my daughter riding me with her tight, thirteen-year old pussy where I was free to cum as many times as I desired. For once in my life, my dreams matched my reality.