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

“Happy Thanksgiving, Brent.”

Dahlia's words roused me from a dream where I was watching a small boy playing tag with a small girl. I didn't recall the details, but I got the impression that the kids were mine, and I felt a warmth spread through me that I would have two more children to raise in just a few spare months.

I also did not recall that it was Thanksgiving. “Wh-what?”

“Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Today... oh, good grief. I didn't realize.”

“Don't worry, I got everything we need for the meal. We're having a feast!”

“Wonderful,” I said, kissing her briefly, “you are so good to me.”

I felt to my other side to find Maria not there. Dahlia noticed and said, “she's already up and out with Gramma. They're walking out towards the southeast creek.”

“Oh, good. You've been up a while, then.”

Dahlia smiled, “for a bit, I just came back to curl up with you a moment. Still sleepy.” I could tell from the way the light came through the shades that it was no more than a half hour past dawn.

I wrapped my arm around Dahlia and hugged her close. “Still sensitive and sore?”

Dahlia considered it a moment, “yeah, afraid so... not unwilling, just... not right now... thanks, though...”

“I await it eagerly,” I replied. “Always...”

Her hand moved to my crotch. “I can give you a hand or a mouth...”

I considered it a moment, then said, “perhaps later... that will just make me sleepy all over again... you are too good, you know...”

“Too good?” she said.

“I'd have to sleep a few more hours just to recover.”

Dahlia laughed, “yeah, well, I do what I can...”

“And you do it so well, my love.”

We kissed a bit and Dahlia started to doze. I slipped from the bed and left her stretched out under the covers. I donned a robe and went down to the kitchen. There was no sign of the girls, and I expected they would probably sleep late into the morning.

I made coffee and settled into the lower level of the library to read news on my tablet. The internet connection was quite good in the house, and I had no trouble browsing my favorite news sites. I noticed again how barren our library was and I started browsing auction sites for books. I found three listings which offered a few hundred books each. The selections looked interesting and varied, and I purchased them, paying less than a quarter for each book.

So far up the mountain, we couldn't get normal delivery from the big shipping carriers, so I had previously set up an account with the post office in Lynchburg to receive our deliveries there. The USPS still brought our regular mail to our box which was located about three miles away in a stand with a handful of others whose owners' homes were too far for individual placement. I sent the book sellers the delivery details, then spent another hour going through listings and buying individual books that I wanted along with small sets and collections. I'd always been a reader, and I couldn't wait to start filling the shelves with interesting works.

Maria and Gramma returned just as I was finishing up a purchase of a private collection of a dozen Mark Twain books. I greeted them and offered coffee, then poured them both cups. Maria took hers with cream and sugar, and Gramma perferred hers black, “just like my men,” she quipped.

I laughed and so did Maria.

“Not true,” Gramma corrected herself. “I like my men however they are. Black, brown, pale, they are all acceptable.”

Maria watched me a moment, and I wonder if she had considered the same things Dahlia and I had talked about previously. I still wasn't sure what to think, really. Gramma was attractive, in her own way, but what Dahlia had suggested went beyond that. It bordered on pity, in some ways, and I had no desire to lower Gramma in her own eyes or mine in such a way. I was beginning to lean against anything between us.

“Brent, Maria has walked the grounds with me and I am astounded at the beauty of this place. There were deer down by the creek, and we saw a beaver as well. There were many birds, squirrels, and something which ran through the bushes so fast we couldn't see it. Each step made me feel joy for being alive. I cannot thank you enough for this visit, and I cannot express how much I am thankful that Maria and my great-grandchild will live in this place.”

“I've always loved these mountains, Gramma,” I replied. “I used to camp north of here some ways, usually by myself, just to be out in this amazing environment. That's how I met Dahlia and Lily, at my favorite campground.” I naturally did not mention how Dahlia and I had fucked almost immediately, nor how I had been caught with Lily's aromatic panties in my possession. “There's something very peaceful and energizing about being here. When I was fortunate enough to look to own some of this and build a home here... I had to do it. And I'm thankful that Maria is in my life and our child will get to live in a place that I love so much.”

Gramma nodded, then cautioned, “do not become isolated here. You are far from others, far from places where people gather. Don't lose that. It is important for Maria, and your children, to not become isolated and cut off from the world.”

“I know, and I appreciate that. We will go to town regularly, and the girls will be joining others in sports and music. We'll be sure they don't get lost out here.”

“I understand,” Gramma said, “that Lily is a saxophone wizard, and that your daughter is learning, as well.”

“Yes. Lily is quite good, really, and Orchid picked it up quickly.”

“Perhaps they might play for me while I am here? I so enjoy music.”

I smiled, “I bet they'd love that. I'll ask when they are up.”

“Maria, Brent, excuse me, I must take my pills and I would like a bath after our walk.”

“Anything you'd like for breakfast,” I asked as she rose from the chair.

“Any more of those mangoes?”

I nodded.

“Those are my favorites. Anything else is just icing.”

Maria helped me get together fresh fruit and yogurt. We also warmed up banana bread and set the food along with butter and jams on the table. Maria seemed to be in a good mood, and I hugged her, feeling her love in return. Gramma returned to see the two of us sharing a kiss, and the smile on her face was warm and kind. “This I like to see,” she said sweetly.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Gramma!” Maria said, moving to hug her grandmother.

“Yes, to you as well. We have much to be thankful for on this day and all the others,” the older woman replied.

The girls were awake by that time and joined us, Dahlia not far behind, freshly showered and looking beautiful in a thin silk robe which wonderfully accented her heavy breasts and motherly hips. We feasted on the fruit and other goodies, then I suggested we go to the pool.

“Any chance of a rum drink before noon?” Gramma asked me with a sparkle in her eye.

“I believe that could be arranged. Rum and pineapple?”

“Sounds great. Would you be a dear and throw in a few of those mango chunks, as well? I do love those so...”

“Of course.”

While the others shed their clothes and went out to the pool, I mixed juice and fruit in a blender, then poured off glasses for everyone but me and Gramma before adding the white rum and mixing a bit more. I topped our glasses with a healthy floater of dark rum and brought the drinks to the lower deck.

Gramma eyed it before taking a big sip. “Mmm... wonderful. Trying to get me drunk, I see.” I laughed and watched as the girls, Maria, and Dahlia swam in the pool. Gramma and I sat on the edge a moment, our legs in the water.

She spoke softly enough that I knew her words were meant for my ears only. “Your daughter is a beautiful young woman. I can see that she will easily attract the boys when it is that time... if not already.”

I didn't reveal that there was truth in her words. “Yes. She is very pretty.”

Gramma eyed me evenly a moment. “I tell you this for you alone. A man and his daughter might find themselves seeking things that they are told should not be...”

I swallowed a bit of fear.

“When I was fourteen, I was drawn to my father's strong arms, his kind words, his light eyes.” She spoke as if what she said wasn't the least bit troubling or unusual. “I acted upon it one night and he did not resist. I do not say that it was right, what we did, but I also do not regret this. I only wish you to know that this is not as rare as you imagine, and that you must decide what is right and what is forbidden...”

“You... you had a sexual relationship with your father?”

“I did. Many times for two years, we made love together. He was not my first, but he was a wonderful lover, a man I loved very much. But, when I was sixteen, he said to me that we must stop. I was crushed, but I came to understand why he felt so. He knew that I must know others, that I must not only know him that way. He was right, too. I knew other lovers after him, and I believe he knew what was right for me.”

“What happened to him?”

“He stayed in Colombia when I left, and I only saw him every year or two when I returned later, a married woman. We never spoke of our relationship, never again shared a bed, but I never regretted our time together, and I hope he did not feel differently. He died several years ago, and I mourned him greatly. I miss him still.”

We were quiet a moment before she finally said, “when the time is right, Brent, you must let your daughter go, as well. You will know when it is time. Do you understand?”

I couldn't respond. The woman seemed to know instinctively that I had a sexual relationship with my daughter. I couldn't believe she had so easily pushed past asking me uncomfortable questions and went right to her point. “I... I understand...”

Her eyes cast back to where Orchid and Lily were splashing and diving on the other side of the pool. “That goes for both of them... yes?”

I felt that there were several questions in one, and I knew the woman had come to understand more about our family than I had been comfortable telling her. “Yes...”

“Good.” She turned to me and smiled. “You are a kind man, Brent. A kind father. You care deeply, and I see this. Always do what is best for them. Always. Do this, and you will not regret anything else. What others do not understand, what you cannot tell, will make it difficult. But never feel shame, never regret your decisions. Protect them. Protect yourself. And always, always do what is best for the ones you love. My father did that, and while it was not easy to live with what I knew of him, and what he knew of me, he did what was best for me and I have always loved him deeply for it.”

I found no words which fit into a response, a whirlwind of thoughts going through my head.

“One more thing. I have kept a diary since I was a very little girl. Before I leave, I will give the many pages to Maria. They are hers to read. There are things in there, things she does not know about me. She will learn about my father, and my feelings about him. She will learn about my lovers, and her grandfather. More importantly,” she paused a second and looked at her granddaughter pulling herself out of the water, the nineteen-year old's brown skin dripping and glistening so beautifully, “she will learn what happened to her mother, and to her father.”

“What happened to them?”

“I will let Maria tell you this, when she has read my diary. I will say that neither lives, and that will hurt her. Please comfort her when this is known. I do not wish this to be something we discuss further while I am here, understood? This is a happy time. There will be time to mourn and despair later.” I knew she meant more than just learning about Maria's parents.

I instinctively put my arm around the woman and hugged her. “Maria is a very fortunate young woman, Gramma, to have you in her life. She thinks so highly of you, and I am beginning to understand just why.”

She smiled and leaned against me a moment as Maria joined us. “Hello, my dear Maria. Just sharing a sappy story with a new friend.” Maria's naked body was lovely. Her smooth, dark skin still wet, her pubes matted and rich, the folds of her labia poking out between her thighs. Maria's tits held raised goosebumps, and her dark nipples were tight points on top.

She smiled down at us and reached for a towel. “Good to see, Gramma. You seem to be enjoying it here.”

Gramma leaned away from me and slipped into the pool, then turned back, resting her arms on the edge. “Paradise, my dear. Perhaps not Key West, where my true heart lies, but this place has given me an energy I have not known in some time. Paradise.” She sipped from her drink and then took a long swallow. “Mmm. Never too early for a rum drink, I say.” Gramma leaned back and slowly pulled her way through the water, leaving Maria and I alone a moment.

“What did you talk about?” she asked.

I didn't want to lie, but it wasn't my place to reveal Gramma's secrets. “Bits of her life, things she had experienced. Your grandmother has seen a lot, Maria. I'm really glad to have gotten the chance to meet her and learn from her.”

Maria smiled, “yes, I know. She is amazing.”

I decided to change the subject. “So, we're doing a traditional Thanksgiving dinner around four-thirty. Anything you really like to have with it?”

Maria shrugged, “nothing special. I'm sure it will be delicious.”

“I'll be sure we slice up some more mangoes. Gramma really loves those.”

Maria smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “You are so thoughtful, Brent. I love you.”

“I love you.”

She turned back and left my side to go sit next to where her grandmother was talking with Dahlia. The girls swam up to me and all but pulled me into the water. The next half hour was spent trying not to drown as one girl then the other wanted to ride on my shoulders. Orchid was almost too big, but I loved the way the girls' hairy crotches pressed against my neck, hot and slick on my flesh. I stayed hard most of that time, and despite what Gramma seemed to know about us, I resisted the urge to touch them in sensitive places.

- - -

It took a lot of effort but the feast on the table was worth it. Orchid and Lily had helped Dahlia and I prepare dinner while we let Maria enjoy sitting on the deck with her grandmother. Dahlia had thought of everything, and by the time the meal was ready, the spread threatened to leave no room for our plates.

We had a big, browned turkey carved onto a plate. There were mashed potatoes, corn and green bean casserole, steaming roasted sweet potatoes, cranberry sauce, dishes of sliced mangoes, fresh tomatoes and fried okra. Dahlia had made butter rolls and country biscuits from scratch, and we could drown all of it in both brown and turkey gravies, each steaming in boats between the other dishes. Waiting for later were the pecan pie, strawberry shortcakes, and a special mango-lime sorbet we'd made in our new ice cream machine.

Dinner featured conversations about Thanksgivings past, and none of us had room for dessert immediately, so we retired to the library with coffee and more rum for Gramma. She opted to soon take a nap and retired to her room for a while.

A rain storm moved in quickly, and for the first time since we'd been there, we got to see lightning play out across the mountains. It was very different than the times I'd been frightened during a camping trip, usually getting out of my tent and waiting out a storm in my car or truck. In the house, we were protected and found pleasure in quietly sharing the experience which was easily seen through the large windows which lined the eastern side of our home.

Lily sat on my lap at one point, and I almost reminded her about being careful around Gramma. But she just sat and relaxed, and for some time, I just held her to me and let her snuggle, her small, warm body so soft and tender on mine. My dick stirred, but didn't fully rise. I kissed Lily's head and stroked her hair, the others dozing from the huge meal we'd consumed.

- - -

I had fallen asleep, as well, and woke to feel Lily shifting her body on me. I felt her fingers moving between her legs, and knew immediately that the ten-year old was masturbating slowly. “Lily...” I whispered, “remember...”

“I know... I just... I'm horny, Daddy...”

Orchid, Dahlia, and Maria were still sleeping in their oversized chairs. I said quietly, “me too, wanna follow me?”

She nodded and withdrew her hand from between her slender thighs. I could lightly smell her young, wet pussy. We went upstairs to my bedroom and closed ourselves inside. Gramma was staying on the lower level so that she didn't have to climb stairs, so I felt we were probably safe from being heard.

I slid Lily onto the bed and pulled down her jeans. Her red panties showed a dark wet spot in the crotch, and I slipped them down, pausing to sniff them and inhale the young girl's odors. She giggled at me, and spread her legs wide.

Her hairy little slit was slick with her juices, and I lapped it quickly, teasing her tender labia before dipping into her tight, creamy vagina. Lily came as soon as I circled her clit a few times, her silent cries not heard but seen as her face tightened, her mouth open, her eyes closed, and her body shaking through her climax.

I rose over her small body and held her legs up in the air, parted wide. Lily's eyes slid open slightly, and she watched me as I slid my hard penis into her body. Her tightness was incredible, hot, slick, her vagina opening just enough to let me slip inside. I felt her legs wrap around my waist, and I started to slide myself in and out of the ten-year old's vagina, her discharge quickly coating my length.

“Ohh... Daddy...” she said quietly. “Ohh... Daddy...”

My cock swelled inside Lily's pussy, her narrow slit looking so small compared to my cock. I still had a hard time believing that I was lucky enough to fuck a willing, tight ten-year old girl. Lily's eyes watched my face a moment, her hands clenching against my chest. I reached between us and twirled her hard clit again, and she came moments later as I grew closer to my own release.

“Oh... Lily... oh, Kitty... you feel so good... so good...” I felt myself swelling and pulsing as I fucked Lily, the lightest of grunts heard from her throat each time the head of my cock struck her cervix. Her body quivered, and she readied herself to receive my load.

I shook and grunted as semen rushed out of me. I felt it shoot into Lily's vagina, fiery, thick, my cum soon squishing out around my penetration and catching in her pubic hairs. I emptied myself into the ten-year old's body and held myself over her, drawing down, out of breath, kissing her lips and moaning softly into her ear.

“Ohh... Daddy... I love it when you shoot in me... mmm...”

“I love cumming in you, Lily... god, you feel so good.” I was already pulsing again, the tightness of the child's vagina not letting the blood withdraw. We moved together moments later, and I soon shot a second, smaller load into her body, then slowly pulled back. Lily's dark-red pussy gaped, globs of semen dripping out and running over her little anus and onto the bedspread. She watched me, eyes sparkling, then dipped a finger into her swollen hole, drawing out my cum, and sliding it between her lips, purring as she ate from her creampie.

I slid beside her on the bed and we shared my cum a moment, Lily giggling each time she pushed a small bit into my mouth, then moaning when I would push it back and watch her swallow it. I played with her young, budding breasts, enjoying the way they had begun to jiggle recently, growing larger by the day. Lily's body was very much still maturing, her genitals far more advanced than the rest of her, and the difference between her hairy, swollen vulva and her thin, slender young girl body was incredibly arousing.

We finally cleaned up and put on our clothes, then slid back down the stairs to find the others talking together in the library, Gramma up as well. Dahlia looked at me in horror a moment, and it took a moment to realize why. There was still a small glob of drying semen on Lily's cheek that we'd missed when wiping up. If Gramma saw it, she said nothing, and continued to tell about a time she was stuck on a fishing boat in a storm. I quickly wiped Lily's cheek and gave Dahlia an apologetic look. I hadn't had a chance to talk to her about the conversation I'd had earlier with Gramma, so Dahlia didn't know how much the woman already understood about our daughters.

I flushed the moment of embarrassment and asked, “anyone ready for dessert?”

I got nods in return, so I went to the kitchen and put on a fresh pot of coffee and pulled out the pie, shortcakes, and sorbet. The others trickled in and picked their favorites. Gramma eyed the sorbet with interest and when she tasted a spoonful, she declared it one of the tastiest treats she'd ever had. The woman ended up with a large bowlful.

I got some of all of them and we decided to sit outside under the covered portion of the downstairs patio. The storm had calmed to a steady drizzle, no more lightning nearby. It was cool, so we grabbed blankets and I started a fire in the moveable metal fire pit in the middle of the seats.

“So,” I started, “any thoughts on what you'd like to do tomorrow?”

Gramma shook her head. “I'm content to sit and relax, or to do whatever you'd like. Really enjoying this time with you all.”

“How about the lake?” Orchid suggested. “We haven't even been there yet.”

Lily agreed, and so did Maria.

“If everyone is up to it, maybe after breakfast we'll picnic there for lunch. I've been there before, several years ago. It's a very pretty place.”

That seemed to decide it, and after dessert was finished, Gramma declared that she would like another dip in the hot tub. Maria, Lily, and Orchid joined her, leaving Dahlia and I holding hands side-by-side.

“That was close earlier,” she said. “Thought we weren't taking chances...”

“Sorry, yeah. I missed that somehow. There is,” I said with a pause, “something I should tell you. Gramma knows, somehow...”

“Knows... what?”

“About me and Orchid... and Lily...”

“What?!”

I told her about the conversation I'd had with Gramma earlier that day, how she had confessed her incestuous relationship with her father, then strongly hinted that she knew that I was intimate with my daughter, and with Lily. “No idea how she knows. We've done nothing to give it away.”

“She sharp, that one,” Dahlia replied. “Her own father, huh? After working with so many young girls and boys who were abused by their fathers, not much surprises me. But it doesn't sound like that sort of thing. She said she had no regrets, that she liked it, wanted it, right? Sounds more like what we have with our daughters... I hope...” There was a bit of doubt in her voice, a tone I knew came from the same conflicting feelings I had about being intimate with our children.

“I hope, as well. Gramma looks back on it fondly, she clearly remembers it as good and loving. We can only hope to do the right things with our daughters. They are willing and want it. If that ever changes... we'll support them and do what is best.”

“Yeah, I know... I guess that is bound to happen one day, right? Orchid and Lily find someone else... We can't hold onto them forever.

“No, we can't. Not really something I want to think about right now, but... I know that they both must experience other relationships. They'll want that for themselves one day, when they are ready, and when they are... we can't let jealousy get in the way. They deserve what Gramma's father believed she deserved, freedom to explore and experience and live without the odd boundaries that incestuous relationships contain. It's what's best, Dahlia. I know you see that.”

“I do.” She let out a sigh. “But not too soon, hopefully. I'm not ready for that yet.”

“Me either. I think we're ok for now. Orchid might get there in a year or two, Lily many more, but when they are ready, we'll know. That's what Gramma said, and I think she is spot on.”

“Can you imagine listening to other people having this conversation, Brent? We'd call the cops so fast...”

“Yep. No doubt about it... and you know personally how many things go wrong, how horrible it can get. We must never let ourselves take advantage of our girls. Never. It would break my heart to know I'd done anything to hurt Orchid or Lily. Love comes first, protection second, and only then is there room to think about our physical relationships...”

“Agreed.” She let out another sigh. “I love you, Brent. We are totally messed up for each other, and it seems maybe that Gramma and Maria are two kindred souls we are very fortunate to meet along the way.”

It was much later that night that Maria joined Dahlia and me in bed, the storm raging again as we settled in, full and satisfied from our long day of feasting and feeling thankful. I wondered again about whether it was right or wrong to be with my daughter, to be with Lily, and I found that I couldn't make an ultimate decision. It felt right, in so many ways, and Orchid and Lily had only ever shown a desire for what we did together. But I worried that things might change one day, that one or both might feel differently. I worried well into the night that that day might come and I might face these same thoughts under very difficult circumstances.