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

We weren't able to get Gramma on the same exact flight itinerary as the one Maria and I were on, but the last leg was shared, so we parted in Key West then met up with her in Charlotte while waiting to get on the flight to Lynchburg. Her posture and face showed her weariness from the trip, but her eyes were hale and her wit was sharp despite her illness. She was in a good mood, as well, and it was nice to see that she and Maria were laughing and sharing stories.

Dahlia met us at the airport with warm hugs. Gramma looked to size her up a moment before thanking her for her hospitality. We slid into the SUV with me in the front passenger seat, and Maria and her grandmother in the back, still chattering away.

Gramma marveled at the size and beauty of the Virginia mountains as we left Lynchburg and headed higher into the ridges. “My family is from Pasacaballos, in Colombia. It is a coastal town. Warm and beautiful. It is why I love Key West so much, it reminds me of the smells and sights from my youth. We rarely saw the mountains to the East since we were very poor and did not have time or money to travel.”

Her eyes were drawn to the brown and green landscape of late fall which was less spectacular than it had been just a couple of months before when the leaves were a dozen different colors. Yet, I could see from her smile that she was appreciating the beauty before her. “This I have not seen, these mountains. I can see why you love it here. I can see why Maria is so fond of this place.”

“Is there anything you would like to do while you are here, Gramma?” Dahlia asked.

“Spend time with my granddaughter. That is my only wish. So long as we have that, I am content to do whatever you would like. Perhaps a nice meal, if that is not too much to ask.”

Dahlia smiled, “not at all. Orchid and Lily are getting dinner together right now. I hope you are hungry, they wanted to try to make empanadas for you.”

“How sweet of them,” Gramma said as she continued to watch the trees roll by, glimpses of tall, distant ridges and the occasional river coming into view as we wound up the final road towards our driveway.

We arrived at our home after sunset, the warm lights in the house making it look magical in the darkness. “My goodness...” was all Gramma said as she stepped out and stared up at our large home. Lily rushed out and hugged Maria first, then wrapped her arms around the older woman, bringing a light chuckle to Gramma's lips. “My, my. I remember seeing you, sweet girl. You are very beautiful.”

“Thanks!” Lily exclaimed. “Dinner is ready. Orchid's finishing the rice.”

Lily led us inside and I could smell the rich and savory seasonings which had been used to cook the meal. Orchid smiled at me and greeted Gramma, then proudly waved us towards the dining room table where she had already set out a steaming pot of rice, another of black beans. There were trays of mangoes and pineapple, and a covered platter where the empanadas rested and stayed warm.

“Might I excuse myself a moment?” Gramma said, eyeing the feast with a smile. “Just need a moment.”

“Of course,” Dahlia replied.

Maria escorted her grandmother to her guest room. Dahlia asked quietly, “how's she doing?”

“Alright. She's tired, I think, but she's been cheerful. Let's do our best to keep things happy.” I turned to Lily and Orchid, “remember our deal?”

They both nodded. We'd already talked about not displaying any of the incestuous play in front of Gramma, and I had made sure the girls understood that it was not out of shame but out of respect for Gramma and the desire to avoid adding concern to her overburdened mind.

Maria returned a few minutes later with her grandmother, the older woman having changed into a pair of slacks and a thin blouse, both of which hung very loose from her thin frame. We settled at the table and quickly devoured the meal the girls had prepared.

Gramma complimented the young chefs on their preparations and on the flavors they had created. She ate heartily, and by the end of the meal, she held a small smile which would not go away.

“Gramma,” Maria asked as Dahlia poured a glasses of brandy for me and her grandmother, and Orchid passed around more of the mangoes and pineapple, “would you like to swim tonight? Or use the hot tub?”

“Cool out, yes?” The woman asked. “The hot tub sounds wonderful.”

Orchid and Lily sipped very small glasses of the brandy, but neither of them much liked it, so I offered them chocolate milkshakes instead. Gramma chimed in, “I'd love one of those myself. Got any rum to mix in?”

I laughed, “of course. Coming right up.”

While I got the cold drinks together, Maria and the others took Gramma on a tour of the house, and I was left alone for a few minutes with my thoughts. It felt wonderful to give Maria these days with her grandmother. I knew it had been hard for her to leave Key West to come stay with us in Virginia, and I understood how much it had meant to be able to share again the closeness and love she'd known all her life with the woman. I was very thankful that Maria had had such a positive and protective influence in her life. Given her father's savage reputation, and his involvement in sex slavery which eventually led to his imprisonment, Maria's life could have been terrible and tragic.

Gramma had been the stabilizing factor which kept Maria above all that, and it was with a great respect that I silently thanked the woman for her role in bringing Maria into my life. I hoped that I would always live up to the high expectations Gramma had for me, and I knew that I had to do everything I could to ensure Maria's life continued to be free of restraints and abuse which could have so easily been there had it not been for her grandmother's influence.

I carried the milkshakes out to the hot tub to find Gramma just stepping in. She was nude, her small breasts drooping but still had some pertness due to their size, her rich, dark bush rising over her Mons. I suppose I should not have been surprised that she would strip down. Given that she owned a clothing optional resort, it was perfectly natural to shed bathing suits when getting into the water. Maria, too, was naked despite the cool air settling in. One-by-one, the others were stepping out of their clothing and I joined them as well, passing out the drinks and refilling brandy for myself.

The hot tub was plenty big enough for the six of us, with room to spare. The bubbling water steamed thick in the mountain air, and with just a minimum of lights on inside the house, we watched the moon rise slowly from the East to light up the ridges beyond our own.

“It is very beautiful here,” Gramma said quietly, “very beautiful. This is a place that will be wonderful for my great-granddaughter to know, and for my granddaughter to raise her.”

I looked at Dahlia with an unspoken question at the mention of the gendered description of Maria's unborn child. We didn't yet know the sex of either child, the women due to have ultrasounds in a couple of weeks, the first point at which we might learn.

Gramma's eyes were drawn to Dahlia a moment, then she turned to me. “Two woman carry your child, Brent. I am uncertain if you are very fortunate, or very foolish.”

For a moment, I didn't know how to react. Then the woman laughed, “one pregnant woman drives a man crazy, two... I believe you may not survive, Brent.” We all laughed at her words.

“Believe it or not, it actually has been great,” I replied. “Dahlia and Maria support each other a lot, it makes it much easier to have someone who understands what it is like. I couldn't be more blessed.”

Gramma looked at Dahlia again, said, “and your son will be very fortunate to grow up in this place. Very fortunate, indeed.”

“Why do you think I will have a son?” Dahlia asked.

“I just know.” Gramma replied. “Just as I know my granddaughter will have a girl. You will see.” She smiled but didn't explain further.

I excused myself after a while to use the bathroom, and Orchid and Lily raced off to go swim in the pool, leaving the three women alone in the hot tub. I pissed in the hall bathroom and spent a few minutes shuffling clothes from the hamper to the washing machine.

Dahlia met me there with an odd expression on her face. “Brent... just had an interesting conversation with Gramma...”

“Oh?”

“She told Maria and me that she had missed the touch of a man since her illness. I think she really wishes to know that one more time...”

I realized Dahlia was looking at me as if this was something I could take care of. “Oh... you mean... you think I should...?”

Dahlia shrugged, “I dunno... listen... I love Gramma. She's been an amazing parent for Maria, and she's clearly a strong, fierce woman who is both blunt and open about her feelings. A big part of me wonders if... perhaps... she might have a moment of her own while she's here...”

“I... I can't say I have thought about it at all...” It was true. I'd never even considered Gramma that way, and it took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I don't know that she would be comfortable, even if we all talked and decided it was alright between us... She is already a bit uncertain about the relationship we have with Maria together, this might be way too much. Her Catholic morals likely don't allow for any such thing.”

“Just a thought, Brent. I'm not really suggesting you offer anything, I just wanted you to know.”

“Ok... let's talk another time, then, if it seems appropriate.”

“Deal.”

Dahlia glanced back out of the room, then closed the door, eyeing my naked body. “I'm kinda sensitive right now, but I'd love to suck your lovely cock...”

“Mmm... can't say no to that, my love...”

She purred as she sank to her knees and caressed my groin. I grew hard in her fingers as she massaged my flesh and fondled my balls. I had to admit that I wondered in those moments what it might feel like to bring Gramma some pleasure of her own. I expected that the woman had enjoyed a healthy sex life, perhaps was a great lover herself. Part of me was excited to think that I might, at least for a time, show her such attention before she was too far gone to enjoy it.

Dahlia's lips slid down my shaft and I groaned, leaning back against the rocking washing machine. Her head bobbed up and down, saliva drooling out her mouth. I ran my fingers through my fiance's thick hair, encouraging her to take me deeper.

The vibration from the washer added to the sensations which grew from light tingling to a rolling fire in my body. Dahlia was excellent at giving head, and I groaned as cum began to run up my shaft. She sensed my pending release, and pulled back until just the top half of my cock was in her mouth. Her fingers stroked my balls as she sucked hard, and I unloaded against her tongue in three, four, five forceful spurts.

Dahlia drank my seed while humming, my semen splashing into her throat. She swallowed, holding me between her lips as I came, milking me with her fingers, coaxing every drop of cum from my balls. I held still as I grew sensitive, and then slowly Dahlia slid off my cock. She opened her mouth, smiling, showing me the pool of creamy sperm still on her tongue, then swallowed quickly.

I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, wrapping my arms and a leg around her body. “I'd love to get you off...”

“Another time... Like I said, I'm a bit too sensitive right now...”

“You and the girls play while I was gone?”

“Of course... Lily's getting really good with that dildo... mmm... damn, I wish I wasn't sore...”

“A raincheck, then...” I felt really relaxed and full of pleasure. “That felt so good, Dahlia... so good...”

My pregnant lover grinned, then licked her lips. “I love sucking you off... When you cum in my mouth, I just feel so powerful...”

“Shall we rejoin the others?”

Dahlia nodded, then I followed her back to the hot tub. I noticed Gramma's eyes drawn to where my cock was still half-hard and a bit slippery from Dahlia's blow job. She made no mention of it, though, and we settled in for more conversation.

Before long, Gramma excused herself and said she needed sleep. I watched as Maria helped her rise up and out of the hot tub. Dahlia and I both looked to see the way her ass drooped a bit, but not enough to completely hide the furry snatch between her legs. Dahlia grinned at me a moment, but looked away when Gramma turned back as Maria wrapped a towel around the woman's body.

“This has been a wonderful night with you all. I am very thankful to have this time with Maria, and with you.” With that, we said goodnight, and Maria escorted her grandmother to her room.

Dahlia and I didn't stay in much longer, shutting off the jets and drying out with fresh towels. I leaned over the edge to tell the girls that we were also going to bed, but they were not in the pool or on the decking. I shrugged, and took Dahlia's hand as we shut off most of the remaining lights and went to our bedroom.

We slid into bed and Maria joined us a moment later. I was in the middle with the two women resting against me. Maria said quietly, “thank you... both of you... this is a wonderful time for her... I love you both so much...”

“You're very welcome, Maria,” Dahlia replied, leaning over my body to kiss the nineteen-year old, “and I love you as well... Your grandmother is a wonderful woman. I'm so thankful she has been such an amazing influence in your life.”

Maria was quiet a moment. “She wants a Key West funeral... when it is time...”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“A parade, dancing, music, costumes. She is very loved there. She told me that it is already arranged and she gave me the contact information for the man who will handle it. She asks that we don't have a normal funeral and burial, but instead... a party. To celebrate her life.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Dahlia said. “We must do this.”

Maria smiled against me, “she'd like that.”

I held the young woman tight and kissed her head, then sank back on my pillow. I knew that some point soon, we would have to deal with this tragic loss, but for a few days, at least, Maria still had her grandmother, and I was going to do everything I could to remind them to enjoy the time they had and not dwell too much on what must soon come.