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, 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

	- Granddaughter of Gramma, 16 weeks pregnant

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

Gramma (Maria), Female, 60s

	- Owner of Maria's Guest House, grandmother of Maria

	- Bronzed-brown skin, Latina, 5'4, 105lbs, wavy dark-brown hair

Maria and I arrived in Key West an hour before sundown, and we took a cab to her grandmother's guest house. The woman greeted us as we stepped inside.

She looked much older than before, thinner, a touch jaundiced. Whether Maria noticed at first, she didn't say. They hugged a moment, then the older Maria hugged me and said, “to make it easy, call me Gramma, just like Maria had until a few years ago.”

“Good to see you again, Gramma.”

She eyed me evenly a moment, then nodded and pointed towards the rear of the house. “Room five, Maria. When you have had time to settle in, please find me, Brent. We will talk.”

Maria looked at me uncertainly, “just Brent, Gramma?”

“Yes. I have some things to say to him.”

Gramma had said weeks before that she wished to speak with me privately. I wondered if this might be a point where the relationship with her granddaughter might come to a head. “Of course. I'll be out directly.” I replied, staying calm about the situation. I was past the point of hiding things, and Maria's grandmother deserved an honest explanation from me if she asked. Maria and I had already agreed that we weren't going to lie about our full relationship during the visit.

We tossed our bags on the floor and I stretched, sore and a bit tired from the three-leg trip from Virginia. Maria looked at me with a sheepish grin, then walked to me and wrapped me in her arms. We kissed and began to rock together.

Each one of my lovers was special to me, and I was always thankful that each time I had a one-on-one experience with one of them, it did not diminish my love for or desire of the others. If anything, it just made me that much more loving to everyone. Feeling so fulfilled, so loved like that, by so many beautiful and diverse partners, kept me full of energy and empowered to share my love with those who wanted it.

My hands drifted to Maria's ass where I squeezed her curvy bubble butt a few times. Maria pressed her knee gently into my groin and rubbed against it. I slid one hand around and into the crotch of her slacks. The heat from the Latina's body radiated through my palm and fingers. She moaned into my ear, “I love you... Brent... mmmm”

I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down. She wore an orange thong which was damp in the gusset, moisture sticking in a long strand to her labia when I pulled them down. Maria smelled horny, and my penis began to rise as I pushed her onto the bed and spread her legs wide.

Maria's cream was light, barely more flavorful than water. But it was there, that essence of pussy, that pungent, tangy stickiness which only Maria's pregnant vagina could create. I lapped it up greedily, wishing I could drink it from her body. She moaned and rubbed my head, her back arching and falling slowly. I felt her clit rising each time I swept my tongue across her hood, the dark-pink flesh swelling as she became more urgent. She let out small cries, “Uh... oh... uh... uh... uh... oooh... uh... uh..”

She was close, but I was turned on by the thought of her cumming on my dick. I stood and placed my penis against her vagina, then slowly sank into her tight, wet nineteen-year old pussy.

“Uhhhhhh... oooooohhh...” Maria's legs rose as she took me inside, her hot channel so soft and slippery. I started to fuck her in long, steady strokes, circling her clit with my fingers. Her cries became faster and more tense. “UhUh... Oh... UhUhUhUh... UhUhOh...” Her climax came on rapidly and her cunt clenched tight as her clit throbbed and swelled, her body beating a rhythm which had me stroking faster and faster in and out of her hole.

My hands on the sides of her body, I leaned into my strokes, driving my groin against Maria. I breathed in sex, took the odors of our sweaty, fucking bodies and swelled in her pregnant vagina. I slammed her, pounded her harder, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands moving down my back, helping me drive into her harder and faster.

I burned and humped her, burned, my balls drawing up, semen racing up my shaft. “Oohhhhh... oooohhh... ung... ung... ung... oooooohhhh...” I filled Maria's cunt with powerful jets of cum. Her fingers dug into my back, her hips squeezing my spasming thighs. I emptied my load quickly and held still on top of her, deep inside Maria's vagina, as I quivered and shook, sweat dripping from my body onto hers.

We kissed while I caught my breath. Slowly, I softened and my cock slid from Maria's tight, creamy hole. I pulled back slowly and stood while Maria's legs came down, not quite closed. Semen slowly drooled from her pregnant vagina, catching in the dark pubes around her genitals.

Maria let out a satisfied laugh and smiled at me. I pulled her up on weak legs and hugged her as we kissed. I knew my cum was running down her legs. We whispered “I love you” to each other and Maria said she wanted to take a hot bath. I rinsed up in the sink and changed my clothes, then went to find Gramma.

The older woman was sitting near the pool, a sangria-like cocktail mostly-empty in a tall glass. She saw me approach and waved me to her. Gramma offered me a seat across from her.

“Drink?” she asked, nodding towards the server standing nearby.

“I'll have whatever you're having.”

“Strawberry-mango sangria, my favorite.” She told the server what was needed, then returned to face me. “Brent. I do not wish to waste your time or mine, so shall we get right to it?”

“Of course. I'd prefer it that way.”

She let out a quick breath, then spoke. “You are the father of my future great-granddaughter. I would not be myself if I did not find out more about you. Congratulations on the new home property. I could see from the satellite view that it is a nice and beautiful place.”

I laughed. “You googled me?”

“I may be old, Brent, but I am still sharp and know how to protect my family. I did not know you when I reluctantly agreed to let Maria come live with you, but now it is time for us to understand each other. Who is Dahlia?” She didn't say how she knew about the woman.

It had taken no time at all to arrive at the most difficult explanation I had to give, but I wasn't going to grow nervous now. I knew what I wanted to say. “Dahlia is my fiance. She and I are to be married in a few month.”

Gramma watched my face as I talked, and I got the feeling that very little had gotten by this woman in her life. “And Maria is... you knock her up, you take her for pity?”

“Not in the least. I love Maria. She is an amazing young woman, and I want to spend my life with her.”

“So what is she to you?”

“To us,” I corrected her, “Maria is in a triad relationship with Dahlia and me. She is our partner, our companion. Our lover. We are both committed to her. We have welcomed her together into our home with love and respect.”

Gramma was silent a moment, then said evenly. “There was a moment in my life when I loved two men, and I could not choose. They knew about each other. They didn't want to lose me. For almost a year, I spent time with both, but they could not like each other enough to bring us closer. It did not work, and I had to choose. Maria's grandfather won my heart, but I have never forgotten the other. How is this that you do, which you have brought my granddaughter into, how is this different?”

“We're already beyond the roadblock you describe. Dahlia and I love each other, and we both love Maria. She is part of us, now. The three of us wish to live together this way.”

“And the jealousy? The two-against-ones which will happen?”

I shook my head. “I love them both enough to compromise and talk it through.”

“And when Maria wants to be first, when she wants to marry, what then?”

“We'll... we'll figure that out... Gramma, please. I respect you more than I already did now that you have shown how you care for your granddaughter, and I understand and encourage your questions. All I can offer you is my promise that I will treat Maria and Dahlia as I want my own daughter treated. With respect, with love, and with the freedom to make their own choices. Our triad relationship is not conventional, but it is no less built on love and attraction than the ones you knew.”

She stared at me through falcon eyes, her half-beak nose doing nothing to destroy the fierceness of the look. She leaned back a bit and sipped her drink. “You have money, yes?”

“Enough.”

“Maria will be taken care of, yes?”

“Of course, though I should tell you that she doesn't want charity. She wants to contribute to our budget and we've talked about how to make that happen. She may take a part-time job so that she can be a contributing partner in the household.”

Gramma guffawed. “That's Maria. She worked here since she was a girl. Never did much want to leave it. Only to go to school, but...” She trailed off and I knew she was thinking about how Maria had left after two years of college to help Gramma run the house while the older woman was ill.

“This is the heart of it, Brent,” she said roughly. “This is the heart of it. There are two things I must ensure are in good hands at this time. One is Maria, and the other... is Maria's.”

I cocked my head. “Are you retiring?”

“No,” the woman said with a sad smile, “I am dying.”

“Oh... no...”

“Nothing can be done. I've got all sorts of things all mixed up inside me right now, couldn't even name all of them. When I got sick, when Maria came back from school, that was the start of it. I never told her, was still thinking there might be help for me. But now, I know. It is certain. I don't expect to be around to see my great-granddaughter born...”

“God... Gramma... Maria... I'm so, so sorry... Can I do anything?”

“Yes,” she said firmly, locking her eyes on mine. “Love my granddaughter. Help her grow. She is a smart young woman, she's creative and kind. She is the only real family I've got left to see me go. Love my granddaughter and commit to her happiness, whatever that is. If that means living with you and Dahlia, the three of you, then good. If it means she finds someone else and leaves, then support her there as well. Love her child, your child. See that that child never wants for anything and only knows your love. Promise me that, Brent.”

“From the depths of my heart, that is always my goal, and what I desire.”

“Second. I'm giving Maria's to my granddaughter. It is hers to run and do with as she pleases. If she wants to sell it, there are ready buyers, but my hope has been that she would take care of it, run it herself, and love it as I have. I do not see how that might happen with her in your home.”

“We'll find a way. I promise, Gramma, whatever Maria decides, Dahlia and I will support her and do whatever we need to do to help her.”

“Good,” she eyed me steadily, then leaned forward. I could see how haggard and lean her face had grown there at the end of her illness. “I believe you, Brent. I will trust this to you, and to your Dahlia. Maria is the most valuable of all the things I love. I do not give her up easily. But I believe you.”

We sat silently a moment, the emotion really kicking in as I tried to find something to say. Finally, I managed, “what will you tell Maria?”

“About me dying? The truth. I will tell her the truth.”

“Is there... is there anything you'd like to do, you know, before it is too late?”

“Yes... I'd like to visit your new home. I'd like to see for myself this mansion in the mountains my granddaughter speaks about.”

“Done. When would you like to visit?”

“As soon as possible. I have a man who can manage Maria's for as long as needed. Our arrangement is that Maria will take over when I am gone, and it will be up to her to determine if he stays on. He is fine with this. He can cover me.”

“Please... if you wish to do so, come back with us when we leave tomorrow. I would welcome you gladly in the house.”

“I will do so, thank you. I cannot stay long, there are things I wish to finish here before I am too weak to do so. No more than a week, at most.”

“You may stay as long as you wish. I'll call Dahlia later and let her know. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to have you.”

“Thank you. You are very kind.” She finished her drink and ordered another, “no reason to stop at two!” she said more cheerfully than I felt. “I believe we have said what needs saying to each other, yes? I will now talk with my granddaughter. If you please?”

I took that as my cue to go get Maria, and I kissed Gramma's hand and then hugged and thanked her. I promised, again, that I would support and love her granddaughter in every way I could. I found Maria drying her hair with a towel, naked, in the bathroom. She saw me come in and rushed out, “what did she say?”

I debated telling her everything right then, but after the direct and respectful conversation I'd just had with her grandmother, I thought it only right that Gramma be the one to determine the tone and the details. “She wanted to be sure that I was someone you should have in your life.”

“And what did you say?”

“I did my best to convince her. She asked to talk to you now. Gramma's waiting near the pool.”

“Okay...” I heard the nerves in her voice. I hated the news she was about to get.

Maria stepped out into the hall naked and strode off. I had completely forgotten that Maria's was a clothing optional place. Maria was quite at home in her skin in that place. I started a hot bath of my own, and sank into it quickly, letting the conversation with Gramma, and the implications, play out in my thoughts.

- - -

Maria sobbed softly in my arms as we sat on the bed. I let her cry, hugging her gently and wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I'm sorry, Maria...”

That just made her cry harder. She was distraught when she said, “I don't want her to die, Brent! God... oh, God, please God... Please save her...”

“Shhhh... Sweet Maria...”

I had already called Dahlia and explained the situation to her. My fiance was in tears herself, her heart breaking for Maria. She agreed to welcome Gramma into our home the next day, and I hung up wishing I could hold Dahlia and our girls, just to let them know how much I loved them.

Maria spoke with broken words. “She's a-all... I've ev-ever known... really my-my only true family left...” Her father had gone to prison when Maria was in her teens, the young woman conflicted by sexual thoughts about him at the time and since. Her mother had left the family when she was very young, and she had never known her beyond fleeting, blurry memories.

“Not so. You have me now, and Dahlia, and Orchid and Lily. We're family, too... I know we're still new, that we can't replace Gramma, but we love you, Maria, and I know I will do everything I can for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, sobbing. “I know... I meant no disrespect... just...”

“She's been there all your life, and now...”

“Now she's going to die...”

And so I comforted her as best I could until there was a knock at the door. It was the elder Maria. “I am hungry. Would you two honor me by joining me for a traditional Key West dinner?”

Maria raised up, her eyes red, her cheeks flushed and warm. “Yes. Oh, yes.” I knew the nineteen-year old had decided not to waist any opportunity to spend time with her grandmother.

I nodded and asked, “what's a traditional Key West dinner?”

“Alcohol and something salty.”

I laughed, and Maria couldn't hold back a chuckle. “My favorite.”

- - -

We ate at one of the many waterfront restaurants, dining on seafood and steaks and cocktails. Gramma ordered Maria a fruity drink minus the rum, and into the late hours, the three of us shared laughs and let go the sad thoughts still fresh in our minds.

After our evening out, Maria and I collapsed onto the bed after hugging her grandmother outside our door. Maria was sad again, and I saw her lips quivering as I held her head to my chest. “Don't mourn yet, Maria. There is time for that, but now, she is alive, and she is still enjoying life. Don't forget to enjoy what you have now while you fear for what will happen in the future.”

She nodded against me, and managed a small smile, then she kissed my chest. “Thank you, Brent. I need you to remind me of that sometimes. I hurt for what will come, but we still have some time.”

“She's coming back with us tomorrow, it will be fun to show her around the property, maybe take a drive or a hike into the taller ridges, or down to the lake.”

“She'll love it.” She kissed my skin again. “I love you, Brent... I love you so much... thank you...”

I waited until well after Maria had fallen asleep to let myself drift. I did my best not to let worry and hurt for Maria hang around too long before finding sleep as well.