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, 5'9, 145lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily, Brent's fiance, 6-11 weeks pregnant

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 10

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'7, 75lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

Maria, Female, 19

	- Employee at Maria's Guest House in Key West, 6-11 weeks pregnant

	- Mocha-brown skin, Latina, 5'8, 150lbs, shoulder-length dark-brown silky hair

I woke to the feeling of lithe, soft legs sliding over my body. My penis was flaccid but the heat from Lily's hairy genitals made me begin to stir. I pulled her down and kissed her, whispered, “I'm a bit sore down there,” I kissed her again, “be gentle.”

The ten-year old giggled and moved her hips slowly around my waist. Dahlia's eyes were half-open, my fiance watching us with a sleepy smile. The other girls were still dozing soundly with Maria spooning around my daughter's body.

My cock pulsed slowly to hardness, and I guided Lily down a few inches. She used her hand to position my penis against her thin, hairy labia, and took me inside her vagina. I groaned as I sank into the preteen's tight hole. My shaft felt raw and irritated in spots, but the discomfort added to the pleasurable sensation of Lily's slippery hole sliding slowly up and down my length.

I watched the girl's face as her body moved in gentle motions. Lily's eyes were closed, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and partially covering her young breasts. I ran a hand across her nipples, teasing the hard buds as her smooth skin covered in goosebumps. Lily's mouth began to open in the silent cry I knew meant she was approaching orgasm.

Dahlia lightly caressed her daughter's ass as the girl made love to me. Lily convulsed, jerking in rhythm with the up-and-down movement of her hips. I felt her vagina grow wet suddenly, slickness coating my shaft where it moved in and out of the ten-year old's tight hole. Lily bucked, her fingers clenching into fists against my chest, and orgasmed with her wonderful, silent scream.

She held still only a moment as she shuddered and came, then her hips began to roll and Lily opened her eyes, a smile on her face. The preteen leaned down and kissed my lips. Dahlia's fingers stroked my balls gently, the woman planting kisses on Lily's outer thigh.

I brought Dahlia's head up and kissed her openly and deeply, her soft moans matching my own as I began to swell inside her daughter's pussy. Lily's body pressed harder, taking me deeper into her vagina, the girl's cervix pressing back against my penetration.

Semen bubbled up my shaft as my body grew very tense. The tip of my cock became a point of fiery sensation as I felt Lily's body moving over me, her cunt once more growing very slick as cum started to boil out in a rush.

Dahlia moaned into my mouth and my orgasm crashed, the bubbling becoming several thin, rapid ejaculations, sperm filling Lily's little hole quickly and streaming out of her body to run over her labia and onto my balls. I released my load fully, what little there was, and lay panting as Lily slowed, her vagina softly spasming and milking the last of my seed.

Dahlia leaned back smiling. I moved my hand down to her thigh and caressed her a moment. She whispered, “still sore... but I loved sharing that... tomorrow though... mmm...”

I kissed her shoulder, then pulled Lily over my chest and kissed her too. As she brought her knees up, my penis slipped out of her little body, spilling semen onto my stomach. I moved her onto her stomach beside me and stroked Lily's hair.

“Thanks, Daddy...”

“My pleasure, Kitty.”

- - -

I was troubled the next morning by something Dahlia had told me about the conversation she'd had with Maria. As I drove us to the new property, I turned over in my mind the idea that we would tell people that I was adopting Maria's baby as my own, instead of being honest and admitting I had fathered the child and that Maria was part of a triad with Dahlia and I.

I understood why that might cause people to think poorly of us, or at least of me. They might wonder if I had cheated and gotten caught, if Dahlia might not be on board, that they might think Maria a slut. I got that society in general didn't approve of our relationships.

But I didn't like the idea of lying about it. I was happy to have Maria in my life, honestly excited to know she carried my child, and Dahlia had quickly come to want us to be together fully. I thought about who might care, who I knew that such honesty would offend.

My parents were both dead almost ten years, my dad from a car accident, my mom a month later from exposure to chemicals at work. I had one sister living in Italy who I never saw and needed to try to reconnect with, and other than my Aunt Harriet, an odd woman I saw only every couple of years, I'd had no contact with cousins or anyone else since I was a child.

As far as friends were concerned, it was odd to realize I didn't really have any. There were a couple of people where I worked who I assumed were friends, but after the company sold, I found little in common with any of them, and with Dahlia and Orchid and Lily in my life, I had more than enough friendship for someone who has been as good at being alone as I had.

Dahlia's older sister Heather was another matter. I knew the woman was a devout Mormon, raising two teen children alone in Utah after her husband had died of a heart attack. Heather knew about our engagement, and Dahlia had said she was lukewarm. I'd suggested flying out to meet her, but Dahlia had resisted the idea. Heather was not likely to be accepting of my non-religious beliefs, especially since it meant eternal bad things for Dahlia, and little about me had been discussed to date. I wasn't sure what sort of relationship Dahlia had with her older sister, but I knew that she seemed to crave acceptance from Heather. Whatever it was, our relationship with Maria would make it very difficult for Dahlia to maintain a relationship with her sister at all, and that seemed to be something which mattered greatly to my fiance.

I wanted to be honest about things and tell proudly just how Maria and her baby were part of our family. But I certainly understood that Dahlia's sister would probably reject me and the relationships out of hand. While that wouldn't in and of itself bother me, I knew it would hurt Dahlia deeply, and I would do anything to avoid that happening.

Still, I was very conflicted. It felt like a slight to Maria and to our child to not make it clear that they were both wanted and integral to the relationship I had with Dahlia. I thought about what we'd tell the child when he or she was old enough to ask about it, and hated the idea of telling the child one thing in private while saying something else in public.

I knew this was a subject we'd need to discuss more carefully before making any decisions.

We pulled up to the site and parked, marveling at how much progress had been made. The bulk of the house was well in place, and it actually looked like a building instead of a skeleton.

I talked with the site supervisor a moment about progress while the ladies wandered down towards the creek. I found out that they might have to push back the end date by a week or two given that some of the materials they needed were not going to arrive on time. I cringed as he spoke, but I knew there was nothing I could do. I just hoped that a couple of weeks did not become months. I still had to put my home on the market, but it had to wait until we could move into the new place.

I let the super get back to his work and strolled down to where I thought the women had gone. I walked up on them near the creek, Maria and Dahlia wrapped in an embrace, the girls looking upset. “What's wrong?”

Dahlia turned to me and I could see she'd been crying. “Oh, nothing... just... hormones...”

“What happened?”

Dahlia started sobbing again.

Orchid said quietly, “Maria just started crying and then Dahlia did too... nothing happened...”

It was my second first lesson about the roller coaster that could come with pregnancy. When Malory had been pregnant with Orchid, it had been months of up and down that wasn't fun for either of us. Crying without reason seemed to be expected, but it still made me sad to see and was very hard to deal with.

- - -

The emotional moments passed and both women were doing fine a while later, but it put a bit of a damper on things around the camp. We drove home a couple of days later without much in the way of intimacy beyond warm hugs during the day and snuggling together at night.

The next few weeks were odd. Two pregnant women began to show, small, round bulges beginning to grow in their abdomens. They also found reason to be in the bathroom frequently. In a house with five people and only one toilet, it started to become hard to be understanding.

We all did our best, though. We knew that Dahlia and Maria had no choice when to pee or poop or be sick. But sometimes one or both of them would be in there for an hour or more. It led me to find somewhere else to take a piss.

I started using a spot in my backyard behind a couple of closely-growing oaks. It was hidden from the neighbors, so if the bathroom was occupied and I didn't want to chance waiting an hour, I'd step out the backdoor and head to that spot, doing my business, and returning.

One Friday in October I was straining to go. I'd waited forty minutes already, both Dahlia and Maria using the bathroom. I headed out and stopped short when I heard the sound of liquid splashing against drying leaves.

Orchid was squatting down behind the trees, her jeans and panties pulled to her knees, her eyes closed and her hairy pussy and yellow stream visible between her legs.

I could only stare and enjoy the sight of my thirteen-year old daughter urinating freely, my penis hardening, the pressure on my bladder enhancing the pulsing sensations.

Orchid's eyes snapped open. She stared a me a second, then broadly grinned. “You do like watching this, don't you?”

I nodded, “very much.”

Her flow streamed out for a few seconds, some of it catching in her dark pubes. She slowed and small spurts of urine jetted out before she started to shake off. Orchid stood up then paused, holding the edge of her panties. “I'm horny, Dad.”

“Mmm... me too, Orchid. Need to pee first. Thought I was the only one who was doing this.”

“Can only hold it so long...”

I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my thick, heavy cock out of my boxers. Orchid shuffled to the side so that I could pee, and I started to urinate onto the ground. Her eyes watched, a smile on her lips. As my stream became stronger, I said, “want to hold it?”

My daughter laughed. “Actually... yeah...”

She stepped closer and slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft. My flow faltered a moment as my penis throbbed at the contact with my daughter's warm hand. I groaned and felt myself open up again, urine flowing through her grip.

Before I was finished, Orchid started sliding her hand up and down my flesh. It made my pee jump and spurt. I finished urinating as my daughter started to make me tense and shudder.

The thirteen-year old looked at me a moment, then without word, sank to her knees. She looked over the cock in her hand, then parted her lips and slid her mouth over the tip. Orchid held still a moment, her warm tongue moving lightly along the tip of my dick. She started moving slowly, sucking me as she used her fingers to hold the base of my penis.

My daughter's sweet lips stroked me firmly, quickly coaxing me to strain to hold back my load. She seemed to feel it and started softly humming as she sucked, my flesh trembling and swelling in her mouth.

I let go, semen rushing out of the tip of my cock to coat my daughter's throat, a long spurt filling her mouth, another firing against Orchid's tongue. Her thirteen-year old lips worked my shaft, pulling her father's cum out to splash inside.

I emptied myself completely and nearly fell back, barely catching myself. My cock slipped from my daughter's mouth and cum ran out before she could swallow. She gagged a bit trying to catch it, then swallowed quickly as I found my balance. Orchid smiled with my sperm hanging from her lips and chin.

I leaned down to kiss her and tasted my load in her mouth. I moaned into Orchid, the pleasure from her lips had been incredible and invigorating. I pulled her up and bent her over, her hands braced against the tree. It was my turn to kneel down, pushing her jeans and underwear down past her knees.

The heat of my daughter's genitals warmed my skin before I touched them. I held an inch away, inhaling her aroma, the briny, urine-heavy smell was not unpleasant. It was rich and heady, a ripe mix of my daughter's most personal scents. I lapped her labia and tasted piss, cleaning away the pee from her flesh, finding her sweet, pungent juices soon in my mouth.

Orchid moaned as I ate her, my nose pressed against her anus, her clit being rolled by my tongue. I thought she was getting close to orgasm, but she stopped me, said, “I want you in me, Dad...”

I rose and found myself hard again. Orchid rolled her hips back slightly, opening herself for my view. I loved the way her labia could just be seen beneath her pubes, the lips thin but swollen, parting just enough to get the hint of her vagina inside.

I brought the tip of my cock into her slit and rubbed it up and down, teasing her thirteen-year old hole. Orchid wiggled back and forth, and in moments, she'd eased her way back onto my penis, her tight vagina slick with her juices. My daughter's round ass in my hands, I started to fuck the thirteen-year old steadily. She muffled her moans after I cautioned her that the neighbors might hear.

It was all I could do not to cry out, as well. Orchid's vagina had me on fire, my hips slapping against hers, her labia stroking my shaft with each movement. Orchid started to stiffen, her asscheeks and vagina clenching in unison. My daughter bucked twice, once more, held as still as she could, then writhed as her orgasm flooded her body.

I fucked the teen as she came, moving in and out to match her motions. I felt her vagina spasm as she peaked, and knew I was over the edge. Semen rushed out, thinner, less voluminous than moments earlier. But it was powerful, squirting my seed into my own daughter's pussy, her hairy genitals sweaty and sticky from our mating.

I groaned in my throat as my climax rippled and breathed pleasure into my body. My penis was raw and hot inside my daughter's vagina, the girl panting and still moving slowly. I loved rutting with Orchid like that. It felt so animalistic, fucking her outside, her pants at her ankles, bent over, shooting my cum into her body. It was clear that my daughter loved it, too.

- - -

That became a regular thing for Orchid and I. Lily eventually found out and started joining us sometimes. I realized about that time that I'd been spending less and less time with Dahlia and Maria. They both napped a lot, together, and had gotten into sleeping and eating at the same time. They were sharing more than just bathroom time together.

It was a good thing, to be sure. They bonded hard and fast, the shared pregnancies giving them more than enough connection to find other parts of their lives they shared. I wasn't needed as much, emotionally, and at first that sorta stung. But I realized that those sorts of fluxes would be natural for the relationships we were building together. And I really did want the two of them to be fast friends. Anything less would make it difficult to stay together, the three of us, when things got tough.

So I spent a lot of time with the girls, and not just making love. We swam and took picnics, shopped, went to movies and dinner, all the things you might do when you have disposable time and money. Dahlia and Maria joined us for some of it, they didn't intentionally isolate themselves, but often it was just the girls and I.

And that was great for me. I really got to know Lily and my daughter better, saw them maturing before my eyes. I remembered just how young they were at thirteen and ten. They were in over their heads in what was going on, but you wouldn't know it from their thoughts and actions. I desperately wanted them to always feel like they could handle whatever they were facing, and hoped I never took advantage of their trust and love for me.

With the two women pregnant, the girls had been unable to play their saxophones around the house. I took them several times a week down to the music store which let them use the back room to play. I even picked up an acoustic guitar and started to remember a few chords I'd known when I was a teen. I doubted it would ever be a regular hobby, but I enjoyed playing now and again.

We didn't make it back up to the mountains in that time. The closing on Dahlia's house had been pushed back to October 24, so we'd had to be around for that. Plus, we ran two yard sales, one at each house where we got rid of a lot of excess stuff. We planned to buy mostly new furniture in the future home, so we sold anything we didn't currently need and weren't taking with us.

Some of both houses' contents were put into storage in order to get it out of the way. Despite all we'd boxed up and stored somewhere else, my house still looked packed with too much stuff. Granted, there were five people living in a house built for three or four, so there were often piles of clothes or games or stacks of cups sitting around. As someone who spent many years living by myself, I was much looking forward to having more space.

The construction supervisor called me up the same day as Dahlia's closing, let me know that he was confident enough to give me an anticipated move-in date, which he said was November 13. I loved the sound of that and asked him to update me again the following week. We were only three weeks away from moving.

I debated about listing my house at that time. He seemed confident, but I didn't want to find out that it failed inspection and needed a six-week rework after I'd already sold my home and set a closing date. I called my real estate agent and was told that a closing condition could be asked that set it to be on or after the move in date.

With that, Lily and Orchid helped me clean up the house and we entertained the agent a while as she snapped photos and asked questions. I don't know how I missed it, but Orchid had grown almost as tall as I was, only an inch or so shorter than me. I wondered briefly how she'd grown up so fast, and thought that that was true in so many other ways, too. I was so proud of her, not just as her father or her lover, but as a friend. It hadn't been the most normal of years for me or my daughter, but her maturity was admirable as she grew into her still-developing body.

Her breasts had grown over the summer, and as we got deep into that fall, I couldn't help enjoying the way they pressed out firmly against shirts which were becoming too tight. She rarely wore a bra, and though I worried about that in public, I certainly loved it at home.

In some ways, she was more my wife than my daughter in those weeks. I know that sounds terrible, but I thought of her more as an equal than perhaps was good for her. I stopped thinking of Orchid as my little girl and started treating her like the young woman she had become. At thirteen, she had already experienced a lot, and though she was free to act her age, frequently doing so, there was a maturity in her thoughts and actions which suggested she was getting a handle on things faster than most.