Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, father of Orchid, Dahlia's fiance

	- 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, Brent's fiance

	- 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

The rest of the week in Key West was spent in alternating states of dress. Most evenings were spent poolside, naked, the bulk of the mornings and days spent wearing comfortable clothes and exploring parts of the island. By the time we had to fly home, we all had little friction sores on our genitals and could honestly say we were well sated from our experiences. Even Lily seemed to have gotten her fill, and that rarely, if ever, happened.

We stayed at my house while construction on our new place in the mountains kicked into high gear. I drove up a couple of times to meet with the supervisor, making sure I understood how things were progressing. Despite my lowered expectations, they were on schedule and already had the foundation and many of the lower structures in place.

The girls spent most days swimming and playing saxophones. Lily was giving Orchid lessons, and together they started going to the instructor two nights a week. We spent many afternoons and weekends at the private lake nearby as the summer heat peaked, never terribly extreme in that part of Virginia.

Dahlia came home late one morning while Lily and Orchid slept in. She had a trembling smile on her face, didn't speak.

I tilted my head, said, “what?”

She jumped into my arms, wrapped herself around me, said excitedly, “I'm pregnant!”

I kissed her, “yeah? Sure?” I didn't want to fully enjoy that moment, having once before thought my seed had set inside her womb.

“Sure. I missed my period a couple of weeks ago, took a test. It came back positive. Just came back from the doctor... she said I'm pregnant!”

“Oh, Sweetie! I'm so happy for you!”

“For us, Brent. For us! I'm pregnant!”

Each time I'd cum in the woman's vagina, I'd imagined I was getting her pregnant. The thrill of those moments was intense, knowing I was unloading inside Dahlia's fertile body. To know we had achieved our goal meant the world to me.

“How far along?”

“Hard to say exactly, doctor said it could be anywhere from a couple of weeks to a month or so. My breasts have been kinda tender all week, I hoped that meant something.” I cupped her tits, thought maybe I could tell that they'd swollen slightly, admitted that a few weeks was unlikely to have added weight to her already wonderfully heavy boobs.

She kissed my neck, ran her hands to my crotch, stroked me over my shorts. She straddled me where I sat on the couch, her legs to either side of my hips. “Want to cum in my pregnant pussy, Brent?”

“God, yes...”

Dahlia pushed down her pants and tossed off her shirt, let her breasts fall out heavy and full. She'd let her pubic hairs grow in fully, no longer trimming them as she had the first few months of our relationship. I found I loved her either way, but the full bush meant that her natural odors and aromas were stronger, catching and being held within the hairs between her legs. I inhaled her scents, strong and musky, as she pulled down my shorts and took me inside her vagina.

She sank down with a moan, leaned down and kissed me. Her body had an urgency, delight on her face and in her smile. She couldn't stop moaning with clear joy, her cunt churning her discharge into a light froth around the base of my cock.

“Oh... Brent... I'm pregnant with your child... fuck me... fill me with your seed... fuck me with your child growing inside me...”

I was so turned on that I knew I'd cum quickly. I caressed her swinging boobs, pulled one to my mouth and sucked her nipple as she rode my cock. I squirted precum into her, swelled and felt her tighten around me. Dahlia moaned against my head, her hands wrapped around my neck, pulling me tight against her breast. She shuddered, “oh, Brent... oh... cumming... cumming... ooooohhhh...”

Dahlia climaxed in jerks, humping me with urgency, her channel spasming around my length. I felt my balls draw up, humped back against her, ground my groin up into her crotch, and ejaculated in forceful spurts. I filled Dahlia's vagina quickly, the slippery sperm gushing out around where she rode me. I moaned into her tit, sucked and grunted as I emptied myself deep in her body.

Dahlia slowed, came to rest with her pubes tangling with mine, semen leaking from her channel and running down over my nuts.

Little hands cupped my balls and a tongue soon lapped them. Orchid was standing next to the couch, fingering herself with an intense look on her face. Dahlia pulled my daughter to her, sucked on the thirteen-year old's chest, and I watched the girl writhe into orgasm on her own fingers.

Lily continued to lick my nuts and though I'd begun to shrink from Dahlia's cunt, the nine-year old's tongue made me return to full erection. Dahlia's legs were shaking as she stood up and sat down heavily beside me on the couch. She watched as her daughter's lips ran up my shaft and the preteen sank my penis into her mouth.

I groaned and ran one hand through her hair, the other wrapping around my daughter to caress her ass. I loved Orchid's butt, the youthful bubble had been upgraded to include more curve, rounder, fuller, more firm. I grasped it with my palm, let my fingers slip into her crack and tease the thirteen-year old's anus. Orchid giggled at the touch, spread her legs wider to let me explore as she glistened and glowed from her recent orgasm.

Lily's lips moved confidently along my dick, and I felt myself drawing tight in her mouth. I slipped my hand lower to Orchid's vagina, found her slippery, drew the discharge up to her asshole and used it to lubricate my daughter's backdoor.

I slipped a finger inside Orchid's ass to the knuckle. She groaned and braced herself against the side of the couch. Dahlia was fingering Lily suddenly, one deep in her daughter's pussy, the other half-way up the young girl's asshole. I loved the feel of my daughter's ass when I fingered it, and the sensation combined with Lily's excellent lips led me to ejaculate suddenly, filing the nine-year old's mouth with my seed.

Lily swallowed as I came, some of the sperm pooling against her tongue. She moaned as she continued to suck me, semen leaking out the corner of her mouth and running down over her fingers. I was spent, cum still leaking into the preteen's throat as I collapsed.

Lily came then, her lips still around my cock, her mother's fingers moving in and out of both her little holes. The nine-year old moaned as she finished sucking me, finally pulled off with a sloppy, sperm-covered smile for her mom. Dahlia kissed her lips, licked my semen from her daughter's face, and pulled her up to lay between us.

Orchid laid on me, her body warm and sweaty, and I kissed my daughter for long moments before saying, “Dahlia has a big announcement.”

The girls watched her bubble with excitement. “I'm pregnant!”

Both girls exclaimed and I knew they were overjoyed to know that Dahlia's womb was beginning to grow my child.

- - -

Dahlia began to get morning sickness a few days later, leading her doctor to expect that she was closer to four or five weeks than two or three. She pegged a due date of mid-to-late April. Dahlia didn't feel well many mornings and often at night as well, but she had intense bouts of being very horny, and I fucked her often, as did the girls. I made sure Lily and Orchid understood that they needed to help pick up some extra chores around the house to help Dahlia try to relax and keep her stress level low.

Not that Dahlia was a wilting flower. She was strong and stubborn and generally went about her day without much difference. She was nauseous regularly, and some of our common meals, such as shrimp, tuna salad, or even eggs could send her rushing to the bathroom.

We did the best we could though, and as September rolled around, I kept an eye on the house construction and started planning for furniture and other items we'd need to actually live in the place.

Between the money I'd made selling out from my previous job, the savings I had, and the sale of Dahlia's house, along with the expected cash I'd make selling mine, we had a nice nest egg which could keep us living nicely for two or three years before we needed to start making plans for future income. It was fun to sit and talk about what was to come.

“I love, Brent, love that I'll be able to be a full-time mommy. I never got to do that with Lily. I had to work all the time. Both of us did. I missed out on so much early in her life. I never want to do that again. I'm so glad this will work out so I can be that for our baby.”

I smiled as she rested her head against me on the couch, the girls outside splashing in the pool. “Yeah... we're really fortunate. I can't wait for the house to be ready. I am looking forward to waking up beside you each morning and looking out over the peaks around us. We'll have an amazing view from our bedroom, you know.”

“Mmm... yes, it will be wonderful.” She kissed my chest, asked, “what do you think you will do, Brent? Full-time daddy?”

“Maybe. I hadn't thought much about it. For a few months, I just want to get us settled and help you along with the pregnancy. Once our child's here... I don't know. We'll need to get the girl's lessons going, for sure, and we'll need to keep them active some, going out to meet other kids and do things outside of the house. I'll be up for all that. I suspect between the girls we have and the child we're about to have, we'll both have enough to stay busy.”

“I bet you're right.” She yawned, groaned, sat up, said, “ugh... be back in a few...”

She slipped off toward the bathroom.

Her nausea was often accompanied by bloating and gas, and the latter Dahlia was embarrassed to let go around us. Just one of her insecurities, I suppose. Every time she needed to fart, she'd lock herself in the bathroom. I, or one of the girls, could often hear her passing gas inside, Lily giggling if she heard. I made sure they knew not to tease Dahlia about it. For whatever reason, it made her uncomfortable in more ways than one.

The girls out in the pool and Dahlia in the bathroom, I made myself a weak mix of vodka and orange juice. Dahlia had given up drinking once she knew she was pregnant, and I generally avoided alcohol in front of her out of courtesy. However, I still enjoyed the occasional drink and kicked back on the couch and sipped the cold cocktail.

My cell rang. I picked it up and checked the screen. It was a number I didn't recognize, nothing local. I answered, “hello?”

“Uh... Mr... Mr. Daniels? Brent?”

The voice sounded vaguely familiar.

“Uh... hi... hi... it's Maria. From Florida.”

“Maria! Wow, how are you?”

“Good... uh, good...” her voice betrayed those words, hesitant, stressed.

“What's going on, Maria?”

“I... uh.. I needed to talk to you... now ok?”

I was growing more nervous the longer she stalled. “Sure... everything ok?”

“Umm... kinda...”

My mind raced. Had she told someone about me and the kids? Should I expect Child Protective Services at my door any moment? The cops? The FBI? My heart pounded. “Talk to me... what's going on.”

There was a very long silence.

“I'm pregnant.”

“P-Pregnant... uh... you're pregnant?”

“Yeah... and... it's yours...”

I let that sink in a moment, asked, “mine?”

Maria was sobbing. “Yeah... I've... I've only been with one other guy... besides you... that was two years ago... it has to be yours...”

“I... I thought you said you were on birth control...” I tried to keep myself from sounding angry, I don't know if I succeeded.

She was silent a moment, then in a weak voice, “I lied... I wasn't... I... I just wanted you... I thought that if I said 'no' that you wouldn't and I never thought... never thought I'd get pregnant.”

I stewed a moment, tried to calm down. I wasn't really angry with her. I had no right to be. She was nineteen, barely legal, barely old enough to think about the consequences. I was the one who should have prevented the situation. I was the one to blame.

Maria sobbed into the silence before I finally collected my thoughts. “Ok... Ok... calm down. Everything's ok... It's my fault, Maria. My fault. I put you in that position, and I... I can't say for sure what I'd have done had you told me the truth. It's my fault.”

She whispered weakly, “I'm sorry...”

“Don't be sorry. No, please. Don't be sorry. Listen. Take a breath. Everything will be ok. Right now, just calm down. We're ok, alright?”

“Okay...” I heard her sob again.

“I think we should talk in person... would it help if I came down for a couple of days, just to talk?”

“I'd like that. Yes.”

“Ok... did you call me from your cell?”

“Yes,” she answered.

“Alright... Maria, everything is ok. I'm not mad. Calm down, relax. Don't stress out. We have some time to figure things out. Let me call you back in a bit, ok? See what we do next.”

“Okay... thanks, Brent.”

“Hang in there, Maria. It's gonna be alright.”

I hung up the phone and didn't feel alright. I felt sick. How could I have been so stupid, trusting that a horny, nineteen-year old girl with my cock an inch from penetrating her would be thinking straight. I should have expected she was lying, should have heard the hesitation in her answer. Instead, she told me what I wanted to hear and I'd let that be good enough. I knew better, and if I was angry, it was completely at me alone.

I knew I had to tell Dahlia immediately.

She returned from the bathroom moments later, looking a bit better. She settled against me again. Dahlia knew me well enough to read the smallest difference in my body language, my reactions to her touch. She sat up and looked at my face. “What is it?”

I swallowed hard, had to come right out with it before I thought about it much more. “Got a call from Maria... from Key West... she's... she's pregnant.”

Dahlia watched my face, saw the concern in my eyes. Her instincts were always sharp. “She lied about the birth control... said it's yours?”

“Yeah... said I was the only man she'd been with in a long time... so... yeah...”

Dahlia sat back, said nothing a while. I worried what she was thinking. I wondered if she felt cheated, only recently finding out that she carried my child, and I knew the joy she radiated that it was mine. Here, the beautiful nineteen-year old we'd shared on a single night of passion had caught my seed and was also carrying my child. I wondered if Dahlia felt hollow like I did.

“Dahlia, I'm sorry...”

She turned, her expression changed. It was clear I misread her thoughts. “No... No, don't be sorry. I was there too. Please, that night was wonderful. I don't want anyone to regret it. Are you ok, Brent? You look so sad.”

Instead of me finding a way to make it easier on her, she'd turned the tables, worrying about my state of mind. I curled against her, accepted that comfort a moment. “Yeah... just... shocked. Never expected this... I... I want us to be ok... you know, nothing coming between us.”

“This won't, Brent. Gonna take a lot to come between us, you should know that by now. Just a bump, maybe not even a terrible one.” She kissed my forehead as I wrapped around her. “So what does she want to do about it... keep it? Not? Something from you? Money? More than just a one-night stand?”

“I-I don't know yet... I was going to call her back after you and I talked. I suggested I might go down there to talk to her in person. I feel shitty about doing it over the phone, you know? It's the kind of thing she deserves to talk over in person. The phone is too... cold. Impersonal.”

She kissed my forehead again, said, “ok. Brent, so long as I'm yours... so long as you love me and want me and will be there for me the rest of our days... will marry me like we talked about... so long as you want all that... we'll deal with whatever comes from this, ok? I love you so much...”

“I love you, too... thank you... for understanding. I don't know how I got so lucky, but damn if I'm not going to do my best to deserve you.”

“I trust you will. So... I'm going to go take a bath. Give her a call back.” She stood, looked back at me, “what should we tell the girls?”

I thought a moment. “They deserve to know... but let's wait until after I talk to Maria and figure out what comes next. Let them enjoy their evening without worrying about us and all this.”

“Sounds good.” She laughed a second, said, “seems you are rather potent, 'Mr. Daniels'.” Dahlia slipped back into the bathroom and closed herself inside.

I sat staring at my cell for long moments, trying to redial the number. I threw back my drink, a couple of ounces of liquid courage in my gut. I hit the button and listened as it rang.

Maria's weak voice replied, “hello?”

“Maria, it's Brent. You ok?”

She sounded tired, but I didn't hear her crying. “Yeah... I'm ok. Thanks for calling back.”

“So... I want to come down and see you in person. We deserve to work this out that way, right? I owe you that.”

“Ok... when?”

“As soon as I can. I'll check flights as soon as I hang up and let you know.”

“Okay...”

“Who... who else knows?”

“No one. I haven't even told my friends.”

“Alright...” I thought about being selfish and asking her to keep her silence to protect me, but instead I said, “do what you think is best. I won't run away from it, Maria. I take full responsibility, whatever happens, ok?”

She was sounding a bit better the longer we talked. “Ok... thank you.”

“I'll call you back when I know when I'll be down. Promise you I'll get back to you shortly. Hang in there, Maria.”

“Okay... thanks...”

Twenty minutes later I had booked a two-stop flight that would have me in Key West the next evening. I'd gotten lucky, found a discounted ticket on a half-full route, even got a first class upgrade on one leg each way. I called Maria, told her my plans, and she agreed that she was eager to talk to me in person. She'd meet me at the airport and I could stay in the guest house for free. I didn't ask how she would arrange that with her grandmother.

Dahlia joined me after I hung up and I let her know my plans. She smiled, hugged me, said, “good for you, Brent. I love a lot of things about you, and one of them is that you take serious situations seriously... personally. You care, and that makes me love you that much more.” She smiled, said, “while you're there... take care of her... you know what I mean... She may want... may need you to comfort her, and I want you to... if she wants it. Make her feel loved. It is so easy to see myself in her situation, pregnant at nineteen, no man in my life. It would be very easy to feel lonely and used. Make sure she doesn't feel either. This could be the beginning of a long-term relationship with her... you know that... make sure it starts with kindness and not heartbreak and loneliness.”

I hugged her tighter, said, “I'll do my best.” I let out a breath, said, “think it's time to talk to the girls. They should know what's going on... and I think they deserve a say in what I have permission to do in Key West...”

“Yes they do. Once more, you prove yourself deserving of me. As you always do.” We shared a long kiss and exchanged kind words before I went to get the girls.

We sat down at the dining room table, and without much hesitation, I explained the unexpected news.

Lily, as always, showed no concerns, thought it was cool that she'd been there when Maria had gotten pregnant. Orchid, though, showed some reservations. She asked a few questions, such as whether Maria would have an abortion, whether they'd come to visit us, whether I'd have to take care of the child, whether Dahlia was angry, and on and on. I answered as best I could, but most of the time, my replied boiled down to “I don't know.” And I didn't. That was the purpose of the trip to Key West, to try to figure out, with Maria, what all this meant for our futures.

At the end, Dahlia repeated her suggestion, first by explaining what it might feel like to be Maria, lonely, scared, easily feeling like she'd be used and forgotten. Dahlia made it clear that she never wanted anyone to feel that way and she thought that I should do whatever I could to make her feel cared for and supported. “Even making love with her. I'm allowing it, hell, encouraging it if she wants it. I know how far that can go to ease this sort of loneliness. But only if you two understand and agree.”

Lily shrugged, said, “bring back some of her panties!” Dahlia gave a weak chuckle.

Orchid still looked conflicted. It was one thing to share her father, her lover, with Maria when she was there to join in, it was another to let the nineteen-year old share my bed hundreds of miles from her eyes. She managed to smile finally, let out a sigh, said, “okay... I get it... I'm... sorry that it took me a bit to get it. I did what you said, Dahlia... I tried to imagine Maria's situation, and... I was scared... I'd be really scared if I was her. And lonely, and needing... something... I'd want you, Dad... just to make love to me... slowly, make me feel loved, like you've always done for me... she should deserve that treatement... she was good to us that night... really good... Ok... I agree... on one condition.”

I raised an eyebrow, “name it.”

“Make love to me tonight, Dad. Right now... I think I need it too.”

I nodded, and Dahlia smiled and leaned back. The woman threw her arm around Orchid, kissed her forehead, then drew Lily off. “We'll give you two some time to yourselves, I think we could use some as well.” She blew me a kiss and went to Orchid's bedroom, closing the door.

I made love to Orchid for almost two hours that night on my bed. I made my daughter feel the love I had for her, love that could only be expressed in that way. I came in her pussy twice, and she orgasmed from my fingers, my lips, and my tongue. By the time Dahlia and Lily climbed into bed with us, sweaty from their own lovemaking, Orchid had a pleasant grin stuck on her face and my semen soaking into her thirteen-year old vagina, spent, accepting that I had to go take care of Maria for a couple of days.

I left for the airport the next morning, my mind turning over a dozen different scenarios for what was to come. Whatever happened, I was determined to face it responsibly.