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, 11-16 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, 11-16 weeks pregnant

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

My house sold almost immediately, and the buyers agreed to the conditional closing. I spent several days with Dahlia at the build site as we approved and directed last minute changes. I couldn't believe we were so close to our dream home being ready.

A week before move-in, we finalized our furniture and bought sheets and other accessories we'd need there. Dahlia and Maria were both having fewer mood swings and were better able to deal with nausea and other discomforts. I had long talks with each, learning that they had grown close and loved each other, very happy to have the other in their lives. They'd shared many good and bad moments together, and they couldn't wait to have their babies growing up together.

I'd gotten a late start on the girl's education. Legally, they were being homeschooled, but with the pregnancies and the new home construction, and the addition of Maria in our lives, I'd let slip that important responsibility until Dahlia and I got reminders in the mail about upcoming testing dates and links to the state's requirements for their grade levels. Dahlia and I spent a day ordering the books and supplies we needed for the year and had them overnighted to us.

We jumped in immediately. While the girls had rather enjoyed how we had 'forgotten' about school, they also seemed to like a bit of structure added back to their days. Maria, too, wanted to help, and together with Dahlia and me, we began to spend a few hours each day on lessons and instruction.

I found I was a big believer in pressing ahead of what was required. When we finished Orchid's requirements for a period, we moved past what was necessary for testing and found that she excelled in history and math, science and literature. Orchid loved to read, and she became an example of studiousness quite on her own.

Lily did well, too, but where Orchid would read ahead on many things and take time to practice algebra and read Shakespeare, Lily tended to grow restless about the time we'd reached the day's requirements.

Despite our late start, the girls were quickly moving forward in their schoolwork and Dahlia and I enjoyed watching them learn.

Maria had talked for several weeks about returning to her university studies. While she didn't have a major in mind, she had only a few credits and had another year of classes before she really needed to have one picked out. She enrolled in an online college which would begin classes in January and spent time in preparation in the final weeks we lived in my house.

The move-in date pushed back several times, but only by days, as the final touches were put in. We got satellite internet and cable access, and on November 21, we were two days from taking ownership of our new home. The final days became a blur as we packed and scheduled the movers and hired people to help maintain the pool and the grounds.

Dahlia and I sat outside a small cafe in Roanoke, taking a break from the last of our work while the girls were supposedly studying at the house. We were a day from moving in, already had sign off from all the inspectors that things were good to go. Water and power had been hooked up for weeks, and the satellite installers were onsite as we sipped coffee and relaxed. The whole thing felt very surreal.

I'd lived in Roanoke for some years. I loved that town. It was beautiful and charming. While I had no close personal connections to those who lived there, the town itself had become part of my world. I felt a bit sad to know it would be a day trip to visit.

But thoughts of living on the mountain in a brand new and beautiful home swept aside the sadness, and I felt giddy to know that by that time the next day, we'd be starting to settle into our palace in the mountains.

I felt it was as good a time as any to start a conversation we needed to have.

“I wanted to talk to you two about something I've been conflicted about... regarding our relationships and what we tell people.”

Dahlia nodded, and I'm sure she knew what I was thinking. “Good... Let's talk.”

I continued. “I understand the pressure to conform, to be to society what is expected. I get that your sister Heather is already not thrilled that you are remarrying, and I know that anything beyond what you and I have, Dahlia, is going to threaten your relationship with her.”

“She has always had something up her ass... not in a good way.”

I shrugged, “you know I've never met her, and I can't judge beyond what you've told me about her. What is it... that you worry about? It... it doesn't feel right to me to lie about things. Maria, and our child, deserve to be fully acknowledged. I don't ever want anyone to think less of them or any of us just because we have something unconventional together, but I can't stomach the idea that we'd present this as something it is not. To me... that seems like an insult to Maria, and to our child.”

Dahlia was quiet.

Maria spoke up. “We've talked about Heather, and there is more, Brent. My grandmother doesn't know all the details. She knows you are the father, but... she doesn't know about Dahlia, doesn't know that you are already committed to her... She definitely doesn't know that the three of us are together like we are...”

I hadn't thought too much about Maria's family and I felt guilty about my oversight. “I didn't realize...”

“I know... I've... I've not been honest with her Brent, not fully. I wanted her to accept that you were the father and that you cared about me and our child. It was important to me that she believe you above reproach. She thinks that, to be sure, but... I've not been honest with her. She believes... that you and I are together. Just the two of us. I didn't exactly tell her that, but... when she assumed it and spoke to me about it... I didn't correct her...”

I nodded, feeling heavy. “She's going to find out, Maria. Whether from you before this goes much further, or... later on. You'll invite her to stay with us or we'll go visit her. I won't be comfortable with excluding either of you from those times. I want us to be together whenever we can, and... lying... hiding how I feel about you two... lying about our child, Maria... I don't want that...”

“I know, Brent,” Dahlia said. “I... don't like it either... But Heather and I... how do I tell her?”

I thought a moment. “What do you fear, Dahlia?”

She pursed her lips. “I'm... I'm not sure. I've just... always been afraid Heather would reject me. I was the younger sister and I always looked up to her. I guess she was my best friend for many years. I was the awkward dork and she was the beautiful popular girl. She loved me and mostly took care of me when my parents were distant. She got me into parties, and kept me from making a fool of myself. Even though she was popular, she didn't drink and didn't suffer me to do it either. It was only when I went to college, alone, that I discovered the fun in being social. She found religion and married a fundamentalist Mormon, and I found myself enjoying the company of men...”

She trailed off as if that admission somehow lowered herself in my eyes.

“You took your own path and that's a good thing. I wouldn't have found you any other way. And I understand that you love your sister, that you want her to be proud of you, to look past your decision not to follow her into a traditional religious family life. But...” I didn't want to sound cold or heartless. “You're an adult woman with a maturing child... two children, really, and more on the way. What you do is your decision, and I'd like to see you care less about whether Heather would judge you and care more about what is right for you and those you love...”

She was silent a moment. “I know, Brent. I know... I want that too. I can't help that I still have this hangup, that I still give a shit about whether Heather will approve. That's been one of the things I've feared about my relationship with Lily, that Heather might one day find out and be horrified. I mean, if it was her and her daughter, or her son...”

Dahlia let that thought hang and then pushed it aside. “Regardless... I know you are right, and I'm trying to find the answer...”

“I'd love to meet her, if nothing else. And I think Maria should, as well... Look, she's Mormon, right? If anyone's religious foundation could prepare her for the relationship the three of us share, that one could.”

Dahlia laughed, tilted her head, “true. Hadn't thought about it like that. Not that it is sanctioned by the Church any longer, but... true.”

“Let's fly her and her kids out over Christmas, perhaps. See if she'll come out and get to know me and Maria. I certainly can't promise she'll accept us, Dahlia... but... I think it is what you really want, right? To tell her the truth? I think you've already accepted that she might cut off her relationship with you as a result. Maybe, just maybe, she'll surprise you...”

Dahlia nodded, seemed to come to terms with the consequences of such an idea. “Ok. Yeah... I like that. Christmas. I'll call her today...”

We were all silent a moment, then I turned to Maria. “And your grandmother... Don't you think she deserves the truth, as well? I know she is proud and intelligent woman, and I know from what you've told me that Catholic roots run deep with your family. I get that what we have together won't be easily digested. But... doesn't she deserve to know the truth?”

Maria was more confident in her response than I expected. “Yes. Yes she does. I just... Brent, how do I even talk to her about it? I mean, should I just call her up and say that I'm in a three-way relationship with you and Dahlia, that the two of us are both carrying your babies? That you're marrying her and not me, that I'm not your primary?”

And it was those words which hit me hardest. While I don't think she meant them to sting, I recognized that Maria's place in the relationship was not the role she deserved. It was true that Dahlia and I came first, that we'd told Maria all along that that was the situation. The implication was that Maria was therefore secondary. I was marrying Dahlia, and legally, I could only marry one of them. It meant that, for as long as we were together, Maria would be legally single and never fully recognized as an equal partner. I could do nothing about the state's view on her place, but I wanted to ensure that Dahlia and I never treated her as anything less than equal.

Dahlia beat me to it. “I... Maria, I know... This isn't really fair to you. I know. Brent doesn't want that... for you to be treated as less than you are. You and I... we've grown really close these last few weeks. I love you deeply, and I always want you in my life. What can I ever do... what can Brent and I do to ensure that you always feel equal and fully loved?”

Maria looked at her carefully, “I don't know... maybe... Maybe the first step is helping me tell my grandmother about this... I've been struggling with what to do... and I hate myself for lying to her.”

I asked, “do you think she'd like to come up and stay with us?”

Maria shrugged, “she might like to, but... she has the Inn to run and she's never been one to leave it long. Maybe... maybe we can go see her soon. I think I'd like that. That place is still home to me. I do miss it, though I am happy here and really excited to move into the new house.”

“Ok... then for now, we'll wait, I suppose. Dahlia and I have not set a wedding date yet, and I think we have more to discuss before we do. Maria... I love you, and Dahlia and I know that this... makes it hard for you to feel equal. I want to change that. I want you to know how important you are. I promise we'll work on that and figure out how to do it so that you know how we feel, and... perhaps as vital, that your family, and Dahlia's, know how important you are to us, as well.”

We left it at that. The subject was a tricky one and we all acknowledged that it was not something life had much prepared us to deal with. But we knew we loved each other, and we were willing to sacrifice and share our thoughts to ensure this worked out as we all wanted. By the time we left the cafe and went back to spend the last night at my house, I was feeling better about things, and all five of us were excited to know that the next morning we'd be in the mountains in our new home.

- - -

We swam together for a while after dinner, everyone feeling great, sharing the anticipation of what was to come. I was damned horny being surrounded by four beautiful females whose naked bodies brushed by mine in the water, and my fingers enjoyed touching each of them often.

It didn't take much to have the five of us on my bed, Maria's pussy on my tongue as she rode my face while Dahlia, Lily, and Orchid took turns sucking my cock. I was so turned on that when my dick slipped from Lily's small lips into my daughter's mouth, I ejaculated forcefully. The thirteen-year old held still as I came against her tongue, then pulled back as Dahlia leaned in to kiss her. They shared my sperm a moment, Orchid swallowing the bulk of it, then let Lily taste my cum as Maria writhed into orgasm on my face.

I loved eating pregnant pussy. It tasted different, more heady. Both Dahlia and Maria's cunts had begun to swell a bit, plumper, though just a bit. As their bodies got ready over the weeks to grow and birth the babies, the scents of their cunts became richer. The pheromones had changed, and though I couldn't describe just how, the sharper smells drove me crazy.

Maria climbed off of me, her pussy dripping clear, thin, sticky juices. I caught what I could with my tongue, the rest running down my face and onto my neck and chest. Dahlia leaned over me and licked Maria's discharge from my flesh. As I recovered from ejaculating in my daughter's mouth, the girls had formed a sixty-nine and were moaning together, their arms and thighs touching my side and leg.

Dahlia kissed me, sharing the last drops of Maria's cum, then slid her body down, using her wet, plump slit to move in firm stokes along my shaft. It didn't take long to grow hard again, and Dahlia soon took me into her pregnant pussy.

She rode me as Orchid and Lily brought each other to orgasm, first Lily in her silent, straining movements, then my daughter as she moaned so wonderfully. “Uhn... ohhh... mmmm... mmmm... uhnnnn... oooooohh... oooohhhh...” I knew the ten-year old was lapping up Orchid's cum, the young girl writhing over my daughter's body.

Maria leaned behind Lily's upturned butt, Orchid breathing heavily just below. The nineteen-year old started licking the preteen's crack, teasing her slit and her anus with her tongue. I could see Orchid's eyes drawn to where Maria's mouth kissed and tasted Lily's private parts.

Dahlia moaned, also watching the girls licking each other, and I felt her hot, slick hole clench, her movements becoming more urgent. I ran my hands to the woman's heavy breasts and caressed them, her hard, dark nipples perhaps a touch larger as her pregnancy went forward. Dahlia bucked as I touched her sensitive tits and she started orgasming around my cock.

Her pussy clamped down, her hips squeezing mine from above. “Oh, God!... Oh... Oh... yessssss... uuuuuuhhhh...” Dahlia's eyes were closed tightly, her warm breasts in my hands, her pussy creaming for several seconds before she let out a breath and her body jerked randomly through her rushing climax. I could feel hot, slippery cum sliding down my shaft and balls.

My nose was thick with the odors of wet, horny pussies, both pregnant and not. I knew I was getting close and began to thrust up into Dahlia's raw vagina. It took only a few strokes to swell, and I groaned, roughly holding the woman's tits as her pregnant cunt took the first shot of my cum.

I spewed my seed into Dahlia's hole, grunting loudly as I filled her, my hot semen running down her dark labia and coating my shaft. I saw Orchid's eyes watching between Dahlia's thighs.

Dahlia slipped off of me, leaving my cum to trail down her inner thigh and onto my hip. Lily crawled over to her mother and lapped up the semen, Dahlia moaning softly and caressing her daughter's cheek.

Maria sucked my cock a moment, cleaning away the mixture of my ejaculation and Dahlia's ripe fluids. I was very sensitive and held her head to tell her to go slow. She understood and did little more than hold my softening dick between her lips for a moment, small drops of sperm leaking out as I grew flaccid. It was an amazing sensation, like a soft pillow after a long day. Simply amazing.

We spent the last night in that house with the five of us piled into my king bed. It was cramped, to be sure, but I don't think any of us wanted it any other way. The musky mixture of sweaty bodies, warm sperm, and satisfied pussies made the room smell like sex all night, and that, too, I wouldn't have wanted any other way.