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

I don't want anyone to misunderstand my story. I've told it as I remember it. Maybe I shifted the blame, moved the triggers to Dahlia and to Lily. But I accept all of the blame and the shame and the guilt. I could have stopped participating, stopped acknowledging my urges. Instead, I had allowed myself to give in and, at least for a few moments, enjoy the fact that Lily had seen me fucking her mom. Was turned on by watching the nine-year old had eating my sperm out of her mother's pussy.

I woke in a sweat in the night, images of Lily and Dahlia still grinding in my brain. I was still freaked out, scared, and despite my revulsion, aroused.

I got the hell out of there. I had planned to stay through Tuesday, but in the middle of the night, I quietly packed up my tent and other items and drove home Monday morning. It was daylight when I pulled up in my driveway, and I sat there a long time trying to collect my thoughts.

Inside, I collapsed and slept long into the afternoon. I awoke feeling better, home again, away from the incestuous mother and daughter that had so confused me. My cock stirred despite my protests, rising hard as I remembered the way Lily had so quickly slid between her mother's thighs and licked my cum from the woman's pussy. I stroked a few times before I felt guilty, ashamed, and tried to settle my mind with whisky and pizza.

I didn't want to be aroused by what I'd seen, what I'd done. I hated that I found myself wanting to return and once more participate in the incest. Dahlia's body had felt so good next to mine, and the brief moment I'd touched Lily's genitals brought drops of precum to my dick.

Buzzed and confused, I fished out something I had last picked up weeks before. I had taken Orchid's soiled panties the last time I visited her. My daughter's scent was long gone, but the discharge stains, the stuck pubic hairs, were still there. I shivered as I imagined the fabric riding between Orchid's thighs, her young pussy drooling, the girl's arousal marked in the underwear. I hadn't seen my daughter naked since she was seven, and I wondered how the thirteen-year old's genitals had changed and matured over that time.

I laid back on the bed and held Orchid's panties in my hand, stroking my cock slowly. I inhaled against the fabric. I knew the juices had long ago dried and the scent had faded away, but I could almost detect the warm smell of my daughter's vagina once more.

I imagined tasting her. Orchid lying back on the bed, my face between her legs, her young cunt ripe and swollen and slick with arousal. I thought of licking my daughter, savoring the forbidden act and wanting to bring the teen to orgasm. I wondered if she thought about sex, remembered Dahlia's question about whether my daughter masturbated, and let myself imagine that she does.

I wondered if Orchid ever thought of her father sexually. I knew it was far-fetched, something found in bad fap stories about nympho daughters and reluctant fathers who gave in. I knew that was nonsense, but, I couldn't help thinking that, maybe, just maybe, she might have shuddered once or twice thinking about me. Maybe she had touched herself briefly thinking about making love with me.

I stroked furiously, scenes of my developing teen daughter flying through my head. I imagined her bending over, pulling down her pants and panties, offering me her sex. I thought of tasting her before penetrating her vagina. Was she a virgin? Surely, at thirteen, she was. What would it feel like to hit her hymen and break through that barrier? Would she cry? Would she bleed?

Would she make me stop?

In my mind, her answer to the last question was 'no' and I felt myself sliding in and out of her young hole, my penis throbbing in my daughter's cunt. I heard her cry out as I slowly fucked her, Orchid's voice so beautiful and sweet in my ears. My cock jumped in my hand as I played out the fantasy. I clenched, strained, and ejaculated into the air. Strings of cum shot out, landing on my stomach, on my groin, splashed against my legs. I came powerfully, images of my thirteen-year old daughter driving me hard through my orgasm.

I fell asleep, only to wake later that night to the phone ringing.

The number that came up was my ex-wife's, and I answered it with a sleepy head. “H-hello?”

“Hi dad.”

“Hi Orchid. Kinda late here, everything ok?”

Her voice sounded weak and tired. “I just wanted to talk. That ok?”

Orchid had always had a good relationship with me, even from a distance, and I was always open to any conversation she wanted to have. “Sure, Pumpkin, what's up?”

She was quiet a moment before saying, “Mom's... she's having some issues and I don't know what to do...”

I carried the phone to the kitchen where I poured some cola and sat down at the table. “What's wrong?”

Orchid sounded like she'd been crying. “I dunno... she's been acting strange lately... hanging out with a guy who's a dick. She's been getting drunk. A lot. Maybe... I dunno, maybe other stuff too. Makes me feel bad being around her anymore.”

The situation sounded serious, and I was immediately considering making an emergency visit. “Have you talked to her? Do you want me to come up?”

“I... I was thinking maybe I could come stay with you a while. I can't... I can't concentrate here, can't get things right in my head... with Mom like this. She's not herself. She... she slapped me right before I called you.”

I was furious. Her mother Malory and I had agreed to never slap or smack Orchid. Swats on the butt were one thing, but she was too old for that now. Slapping her was absolutely out of the question. “Orchid, I'll fly up tomorrow. I need to call my boss, make sure he knows this is an emergency. Ok? I'll be up there as early as possible tomorrow.”

“Ok... thanks, Dad. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Sweatheart. Hang in there, ok? Stay in your room if you can, don't do anything to provoke her. It sounds like she's not in her right mind. Just stay calm. I'll be there tomorrow.”

“Ok, I will. Love you Dad.”

“Love you too, Orchid. See you tomorrow. I love you!”

I hung up the phone buzzing and upset. Sexual thoughts of my daughter were long gone as I could only consider how to deal with the situation. If Malory was doing half of what Orchid had described, I had to bring my daughter back immediately.

I called my boss who answered despite the late hour. I explained the situation and he grudgingly agreed that I needed to take the next day off and get this sorted out. I booked a flight out of Roanoke and packed up a bag.

- - -

I got no sleep after Orchid's call and was at the airport well before dawn to catch my flight scheduled for a few minutes after six. I left out of Roanoke, the itinerary making me switch planes at Dulles, in Northern Virginia, before heading cross country, landing in Seattle just before noon local time.

I had too much time to play out the confrontation with Malory. I hadn't called her first to let her know I was on the way, didn't know if Orchid might have told her. I was furious that my daughter had been slapped, even more furious that her mother was acting like a drunken sorority girl instead of setting a good example.

I messaged Orchid when I touched down. She had pretended to be sick and stayed home from school. She told me her mom and Malory's boyfriend were still in bed. It was almost noon!

My rental car was upgraded to a nicer model, and I drove the hour or so to where my daughter lived with her mother. I pulled up and saw two cars in the driveway. Orchid met me at the door and jumped into my arms immediately, crying into my chest.

She'd grown since I last saw her, taller, her hips rounded, her breasts now the size of a young woman's. I pushed aside those observations and held Orchid to me, letting her cry herself out a moment.

When she had collected herself, we went inside.

“Orchid, I want to talk to your mother. Is she still in bed?”

“Yes, she and Buddy.”

“Head up to your room, ok? This might not be pretty.”

“Ok. Thanks, Dad.”

Orchid went up the stairs and disappeared. I pounded on Malory's door.

I heard rustling inside and the door opened quickly. Malory's shock was obvious, I was the last person she expected to be banging on her bedroom. “Brent, what the fuck?! What the hell are you doing here?”

I heard a male voice groan, “Everything ok, Mal?”

“Just stay in bed, Buddy. I can take care of this.”

Malory closed the door and pulled me to the kitchen. “Just what the fuck are you doing, Brent? You don't just show up unannounced in my house! How dare you?!”

It was a strange and defensive reaction that I knew was possible but hadn't really expected. Malory and I had had a pretty good relationship after our divorce, and I hadn't seen her angry with me in many years.

“I'm here because Orchid asked me to come. Do you have any idea how much you are unsettling her? She called me crying last night. You slapped her! What the hell, Malory?”

She started to burst out an explanation, paused, looked at me with hatred. “You think I don't know that you want to take her back? I always knew you'd do this. Always knew you'd try to take her away from me!”

“Malory... what is going on? I never would have come out like this if my daughter hadn't needed me. Everything had been fine for so long, what's going on? Orchid says you're drinking a lot... why did you slap her?”

Malory's defenses collapsed and she sank into a chair. “I dunno... I dunno... She... she made me mad. Made me mad and needed to be slapped.”

“We agreed, Malory. We agreed that would never happen to our daughter. Ever. It is unacceptable.”

Her fire returned. “She gets it from you! You're the one putting thoughts in her head to disobey me. Don't think I don't know that you are playing her against me. I know, oh, I know.”

I was speechless. This was not the same woman that I'd loved and left on good terms. Not the mother who had, for several years, been a positive influence in Orchid's life.

“This is up to Orchid. She's old enough to decide. I'm not leaving until I'm satisfied that my daughter is safe and will be in a loving environment. You either convince me of that, convince her of that, or she's coming to live with me. I don't know what the fuck you are doing with your life, but this shit ends now.”

Malory again collapsed, felt the full weight of the moment. She cried as I sat quietly. She whispered, “I know... I know... I...” and was quiet again. The fire returned, her face flushed and tight, “She's not going. Not going at all. And how dare you judge me? Orchid needed to be slapped and so I slapped her. How dare you?!”

I rose and left the hysterical woman, going up to Orchid's room. I ducked inside, saw my daughter crying. “Look, this is not going well, but right now, I want to get you out of here. I've got a hotel room, pack up a bag and come with me. If your mother tries to stop you, just get in my car, ok? If this is what you want to do, of course, the choice is yours.”

“Yes! Please, I hate it here. Anything, anything.”

“Ok, get it together and try to get out to the car without your mother noticing, ok? Text me when you are in the car.'

She nodded and started packing furiously. I left her room and tried to keep her mother occupied. Buddy still had not left the bedroom, which told me a lot about the type of guy he likely was, and Malory was once more crying and looked defeated as I sat.

“I'm taking Orchid. Just for today. You and I need to talk, ok? Orchid needs a break, just let her have some space today, ok? I'll call you later this afternoon to talk.”

Malory just nodded, sobbing. My phone buzzed and a text from Orchid said she was ready and seated in the rental car. I rose, looked sadly at my ex-wife. “I... I think you need some help, Mal. I'll do anything I can to see you get it, ok? Anything...”

She rose in a rage. “You're the one who needs help, asshole! You! My daughter isn't going with you. I'll call the cops. They'll stop you.”

I walked toward the door, called back, “Call them Mal, call them. Do you really think that they are going to fault me? Orchid wants to go, and you're not yourself. Call them if you really want your daughter to go through this with the police inspecting her every word. Do you want that? Do you want Orchid to go through that? Just give her the day, let's talk later about what we do next, ok?”

She didn't answer and I quickly slid out the door and into the car. “Well...” I let out my breath, “let's get out of here, ok?”

Orchid nodded but was silent, and I drove us a few miles to the hotel I'd booked. I didn't know if Malory would call the cops, but I told Orchid that she might. It made my daughter quite upset, but I assured her they would listen to what she said. Malory and I had joint custody on paper, even if the girl had lived with her mother for about six years. Parental kidnapping had never been something I thought I'd ever have to do, but after what I'd seen of Malory and her distressing emotional state, there was no way I was letting my daughter go back there.

I checked us into the hotel and we slung our bags in the room. It contained a single queen bed, I hadn't really expected to have Orchid with me to stay the night. She said nothing and I asked, “Hungry?”

“I guess.”

“There's a restaurant in the hotel, let's go grab some food and then go for a swim. They have a really nice pool here if the website is accurate.”

She nodded and we made our way down to the restaurant. I hit a wall physically as I ate, the emotions and lack of sleep making me feel really drowsy. Orchid told me she hadn't slept the night before, and told me something I didn't expect.

“She's hit me before... several times...”

“Wh-what? Why?”

She shrugged. “Says I make her mad... errr... 'pissed her the fuck off,' as she says it.”

I raged even as my body cried out for sleep. “What sets her off?”

“Anything. Leaving dirty dishes in the sink, singing to my music, dripping water out of the shower. Anything.”

I couldn't comprehend how any of those things deserved a slap. “Listen. I'm really tired. Think you are too. Let's get this boxed up and go nap, that sound ok? I can't think straight right now.”

“Sure.”

We returned to our room. I had a very awkward moment trying to decide how to arrange us on the bed. I usually slept naked, even for naps, but there was no way I could do that with Orchid beside me. Instead, I kept my clothes on. She was a zombie by the time she pulled back the sheets and started to slide in on the other side.

Orchid paused, thought a moment, removed her shirt and jeans, leaving herself only wearing a yellow bra and panties. I only glimpsed her briefly before she settled under the covers. I slid in and tried to sort out my thoughts. Orchid snored lightly as my weariness took over and sleep came. I had dark dreams, though I did not recall any of them.

- - -

I awoke to feel warmth against me. Orchid's body had backed into mine, and my arm was draped across her shoulder. It was innocent, just a daughter who'd snuggled up with her father during a distressing moment in her life. The situation we faced was overwhelming, and sexual thoughts were no where in my mind.

My cock felt differently, of course, and I did my best to pull back from where it was pressing out from my slacks and against her butt. Crisis resolved, I allowed myself to sink into the moment, enjoying holding my daughter close to me, making her feel safe at a time that she needed it most.

She stirred slowly, blinked her eyes and snuggled into me closer, once more bringing her panty-clad butt into contact with my bulging jeans. I was very glad at that moment that I had not been naked.

Orchid whispered, “Thanks, Dad... really... Thanks.”

I hugged her, ignored the way her ass pressed against my erection, whispered, “sure, Sweetie. I'm here for you, whatever you need.”

We held like that a while, and I heard her stomach growl. “Hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Let's work on the rest of our lunch. Want to swim?”

“Yeah, but, I didn't bring my swimsuit.”

“Well, we can take care of that. Know any place you could get one nearby?”

“There's a place near here, yeah.”

“Ok, well eat up, and we'll head over there.”

We ate quickly and I tried hard not to notice that Orchid had failed to put her clothes back on. I took a piss, door closed, and returned to find the girl dressed and ready to go.

Crumpled on the floor were her bra and panties, the yellow ones she'd had on moments before.

I forced those thoughts from my mind and got us out to the car.

While Orchid tried on swimsuits, I picked myself out a simple pair of swim trunks and paid for them. I called my boss and let him know that I wouldn't be in that week. Despite asking for the week off, he'd only officially approved that day. He was more understanding this time and agree it wouldn't be a problem so long as I got caught up the next week.

I'd given Orchid my credit card and she came out of the store wearing the t-shirt and shorts she'd had on earlier. I asked, “find one you like?”

She smiled, the first I'd seen since I showed up in Seattle. “Yep. Found one I really like.”

We went back to the hotel. Orchid changed in the bathroom while I changed near the bed. My eyes were drawn to the crumpled panties. I hesitated only a moment before picking them up and sniffing them.

Orchid's panties were soaked, small creamy discharge streaked the crotch, smelled of arousal, warm vulva, wet vagina. I shivered as I inhaled my daughter's scent. It was so feminine, so wonderful. Her body smelled like sexuality and youth and desire. I felt my penis rise and grow hard quickly as I sniffed my daughter's panties.

I heard the bathroom door open and I dropped them quickly, Orchid unaware of what I'd just done. She wore the same loose shirt and shorts. She smiled again, said, “I'm ready, you?”

I trembled as I tried to hide my guilty thoughts. “Yep, let's grab some towels and go.”

Orchid and I made our way to the hotel pool. It was early evening and a few folks were relaxing in the hot tub and swimming lazily in the pool. We threw our towels over a couple of chairs. I removed my shirt quickly and slid over the side into the water.

Orchid took her time, pulling her long, dark hair back into a ponytail. That done, she removed her shirt. I stared as I saw what she wore underneath.

The teen wore a bright green bikini top, her breasts pushed out noticeably from her chest, little nipples erect and obvious underneath. She looked bigger that way, her tits pushed up and out from the pale and unobscured flesh below. It was the first time I'd seen Orchid's stomach in a couple of years, and I couldn't help noticing that she had a young woman's body now.

She pulled down her shorts and revealed the rest of it. Bright green bikini bottoms held snug against her body, her hips curvy, her butt soft and protruding in a very sensual manner. She bent over, ass toward me, and I gazed with lust between her legs where a noticeable camel toe had formed. I shuddered as she righted and slid into the water beside me.

We swam for quite awhile before we were wrinkled and ready for dinner. Orchid dried off while I donned my shirt. It was such an innocent thing, the thirteen-year old wiping away the moisture on her body with the towel, and despite the earlier thoughts I'd had, I just smiled and enjoyed the fact that my daughter had gotten a nice break from her troubles.

She donned her shirt and shorts over the bikini, and we went back to the restaurant and had supper. I caught up with her life. She was doing well in school, she told me, had several close friends. She laughed when I asked if she had a boyfriend, said 'no,' and implied it wasn't a subject she wanted to talk about.

After dinner, we talked a bit about what was going to happen.

“Your mother isn't stable right now and I have no desire to see you go back to her house any time soon. Do you want to go back?”

“No. It's been horrible. I've tried, Dad. I really tried. I know Mom loves me and all, but she's been so mad at me. All the time. I tried to make her not be mad, but she kept hitting me. I can't go back there.”

“Ok. Well, I need to call her and speak to her privately, promised I would. Hang here while I go outside and do so?”

“Sure... I'll be here.”

I left the room and headed outside. I wasn't a smoker, but I picked up a pack of cigarettes at the hotel bar and lit one with a match as I paced around the hotel grounds.

I called twice and got no answer. I tried Malory's cell phone, got voicemail. I left her messages and sent a text, got no response. I was stumped and seriously concerned, but I just didn't know what more I could do that night. It was getting late and Orchid and I needed to get some more rest, whatever the next day might bring.

I returned to the room. Orchid was on her stomach on the bed, playing a game on her iPad. She looked up, asked, “how'd it go?”

“Couldn't get her. Know any other numbers besides her cell and the house phone?”

“Nah. That's just like Mom. I never can reach her when I need to talk to her. Probably out drinking with Buddy...”

“Ok, well, I'll try her again in the morning. Need to make it clear to her that this is happening whether she likes it or not, so long as that's what you want, Sweetheart.”

“Yes. I've thought about it a lot. I hate leaving my friends, my school, but... I can't do this anymore.”

“I know. Ok, well you know I love you and will do everything I can to help, ok?”

“I know Dad, thanks. I think I'm gonna shower.”

Orchid put away her tablet and closed herself in the bathroom. Moments later the shower started.

I was drawn instinctively to her soiled panties and discarded bra. I turned and looked at the bathroom, certain the door was still closed. I picked up Orchid's underwear and inhaled her scent once more from the panty crotch.

I started stroking my cock hard, laid back on the bed, ensuring I could still hear the shower running. I placed the panties over my nose, damp crotch on my skin, and jacked off while sniffing my daughter's aroma. I held her bra in my other hand, feeling the cups and imagining them touching the thirteen-year old's young breasts.

Images of her in the bikini hit me hard, the camel toe when she bent over, the tight nipples under her top. I fucked my fist quickly, humping against my fingers, imagined what it might be like to lick my daughter between her legs, to taste the very genitals that had left the wonderful, pungent aroma on her panties. I inhaled, took in my daughter's scent, could almost taste her pussy on my tongue.

I jerked three times, humped, humped, sucked in my breath, and ejaculated into Orchid's bra. I came hard, spewing strongly into the fabric, sucking in my daughter's feminine odors. Spurt after spurt fired into the girl's bra, hitting the spot I just knew had touched her nipples. Cum laced across the cups, leaving a trail of dripping semen as my orgasm washed over me.

I lay there a moment before I could collect myself. The shower stopped and I jumped up, tossing the panties and bra back on the floor, and shoving my penis back in my shorts. I was panting hard when Orchid emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body. “All yours.”

I nodded, unable to speak as I tried to stop my shivering. I moved past her quickly, smiled nervously, and closed myself in the bathroom.

My mind raced as I tried to go through the motions in the hot shower. I stayed in there a long time, confusing and guilty thoughts flooding me. When I finally let myself turn off the water, I was very sleepy, wanting to do nothing more than get the day over with in order to deal with Malory in the morning.

I left the bathroom and stopped, frozen. Orchid had put back on the yellow bra and panties and was sitting on the bed, reading email on her iPad. Her bra! I came in her bra just moments before, and she was wearing it! Oh, God, I thought, I'm a horrible father, I can't believe I did that!

My daughter looked back, said, “Hey,” turned back to her game. She said nothing about her bra or the big load of cum that had to be wet and obvious against her tits. Instead, she said, “I'm tired, ok if I climb in and go to sleep?”

I stuttered, “Uh... Y-yeah, yeah... Me too...”

I grabbed a pair of shorts and donned them as Orchid slid into bed. I got in and lay still, on my back, my daughter's breathing the only thing trumping the screaming guilt in my head.

Orchid moved her body next to mine, let her ass press against my hip. I was so nervous I was shaking the bed, but she seemed not to notice. Instead, she settled her back against my arm, said, “G'night, Dad. Thank you for everything.”

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Goodnight, Orchid.”

If I thought that the camping trip with Lily and Dahlia had rocked my world, knowing my daughter was wearing my cum against her skin was even worse. Sleep did not arrive easily that night, but once it did, my dreams were arousing and disturbing and did nothing to help me battle the conflicting emotions in my mind.