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, 16-17 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, 16-17 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

The storm cleared out overnight and left the dawn sparkling and fresh, wet leaves glistening in the sunlight, and a bit of a cool breeze blowing across my face as I sat in my thick robe sipping coffee with Dahlia and Orchid on the deck attached to the master bedroom. The high deck afforded amazing views of the far ridges and the slender valley which ran north to south beyond our property. Birds sang freely amongst the many trees which grew thick to the south, and I could hear squirrels and other critters shuffling through the bushes as the day came on chilly and bright.

Maria and her grandmother joined us after getting coffee for the older woman, each of them wrapped in a blanket. Maria settled next to Gramma to help keep her warm. For a time, the five of us enjoyed the early morning quietness, just the sounds of the breeze and birds breaking into our thoughts. Lily was still in bed.

“Might be a bit chilly to go to the lake today,” I suggested, “anyone want to do something else?”

Gramma shook her head, “like I said, I am perfectly happy to enjoy your home and your company. This place is magical and healing. I would certainly enjoy another dip in the hot tub today.”

We decided to stay home and enjoy a relaxing day together. Maria and Orchid headed inside to start oatmeal and fruit for breakfast, and Lily came out half-awake from the house, curling up on Dahlia's lap, smiling at me with sleepy eyes. Gramma cast a long glance at the ten-year old who wore a thick robe and, as was normal, nothing underneath. Lily soon leapt from her mother and wrapped her arms around me, kissing my cheek, then heading inside to find Maria and Orchid.

Gramma watched Lily disappear inside, then spoke quietly, “she is a very beautiful girl. She has matured quickly, yes?”

Dahlia nearly choked, looking at me with concern. I shrugged in reply, knowing Gramma already suspected the truth even if she hadn't said so directly. Dahlia finally said, “yes... very quickly.”

Gramma nodded. “Maria was the same. By the time she was ten, her boobs were growing and her hair was filling in down there. The boys noticed immediately, of course, and so did the visitors at my guest house. They pretended not to look at her, but many did so. It was not easy to deal with such things when she was that young... she was... curious...”

“So... what did you do?” Dahlia asked.

Gramma shrugged. “Told her the truth about sex, about boys, about pregnancy and touching herself. Maria was headstrong for many years, but she always respected what I told her. She kept the boys at a safe distance, though I know she wished to explore her urges... I caught her many times touching herself. It was fine, though, and I encouraged her to do so rather than letting the boys do it. I felt she was too young...” Gramma's eyes fixed on me a moment, not quite an accusation, but clearly a concerned look.

“I... yeah... I--I know what you mean...” I stuttered.

“Lily is headstrong, I see,” Gramma continued, looking at Dahlia. “I do not pretend to know your lives, nor what is best for you or for your daughter. She is so young, though...”

Dahlia let out a long breath, looked at me once for support, then launched into a full explanation of how she and I came to be intimate with Lily. It was a bit scary, to hear her reveal our most intimate, personal details to another person. “We talk constantly, Gramma. Lily and I, Lily and Brent... We know she is young... but we do what we do out of love for her. If she ever wanted to stop, if I ever thought... if I ever thought we were harming her...” I could tell that Dahlia, like I, still struggled with whether what we were doing was harmful, even if only in the future of Lily's life.

Gramma was silent a moment, then replied, “thank you for your honesty. I see this is a difficult situation for all of you...” She looked back towards where the girls were finishing breakfast preparations. “Young children can feel pleasure, you know this. They can experience great pleasure from their own touches, and from touches of others. Most of the time, this is wrong, it is abusive, and it ends in tragedy. Perhaps... perhaps Lily is an exception... Lily... and Orchid...”

I nodded silently. Gramma continued, “promise me this... when my great-granddaughter grows, you will not abuse her, you will not take advantage of her, you will not touch her except where she understands and is ready for it. I see that... perhaps... Lily's young life led to this and perhaps this is good for her... But promise me... my great-granddaughter will not suffer or be led to do things which she does not want or does not understand...”

“I promise,” Dahlia said quickly, “never... we would never do anything like...” She stopped in mid-sentence, realizing it was hard to offer such a promise given our relationships with our daughters.

I had never considered what was to come for us and our new ones arriving in a few months. I couldn't imagine sexualizing them, or in anyway making them part of those intimate relationships. In fact, it made me feel disgusting to even consider it. “I promise you, Gramma. She will only know what love and comfort we can provide, never abusive, never anything she doesn't understand or desire... I promise you.”

Gramma eyed us both in turn, then nodded. “Good.” We could see the girls waving us inside, and Gramma stood slowly, saying quietly. “This is a very unusual situation... very frightening, in many ways... I will discuss this with Maria, as well, so that she understands how important this is...” I watched the woman shift herself slightly, as if she was manipulating whatever clothing she wore beneath her robe. “I shall join you in a moment. I must visit the toilet.”

Gramma shuffled inside and Dahlia and I stared at each other a moment. “Never even thought about it,” I said softly. “You?”

“Never... but... we will face that... one day. I know we will.”

“And we'll deal with it with love and honesty. But that is far in the future...”

“Agreed.” Dahlia leaned over and kissed me, then said, “I'm starving...”

We went into the house holding hands to find the girls already dishing out oatmeal and fruit for everyone. We sat and waited a bit for Gramma to return, but after several moments, she had not joined us. I offered to see if things were okay and went down towards her bedroom. The bathroom door was open, and Gramma was not inside. Instead, her bedroom door was closed. I started to knock, but paused when I heard the sounds of the woman moaning lightly.

Gramma's voice was just above a whisper, but I could hear it. I worried at first that she might be hurt, started to grab the doorknob, but the rhythmic noises quickly led me to another conclusion. The woman was clearly masturbating. I smiled and withdrew slowly, returning to the breakfast table to say, “she'll... be joining us in a moment...”

Maria eyed me with concern. “Is Gramma okay?”

I grinned, “she's fine, she just needed a moment alone...”

It took just a second for Maria to blush and glance back towards her grandmother's room. “Oh... Oh! I didn't know she still...” Dahlia laughed, and Lily did as well.

We waited just a few more minutes before we heard the bedroom door open, Gramma walking slowly to join us. She looked very relaxed, her robe held loosely around her body, just a hint of the dark panties she wore seen as she walked. She sat, said, “sorry about that, sometimes getting older means it takes longer to get things done...”

I barely stopped a laugh, but Lily couldn't help herself. We made no further mention of the incident, and quickly consumed our breakfast with lighter, less sexual conversation.

- - -

The day became warmer in the early afternoon as the sun flooded our patio and decks. We spent time in the hot tub and the pool. We lunched on marinated mushrooms, hard cheeses, and a loaf of hearty black bread Dahlia made from scratch. While Lily, Orchid, and Gramma swam in the pool after lunch, Dahlia pulled Maria and I into the library to talk.

“Gramma is really enjoying her stay, I think,” Dahlia began. “And this morning... It's good to know she is still feeling well enough to enjoy herself, too...”

Maria blushed, “uh... yeah...”

Dahlia continued, “Maria... Brent and I were talking a couple of days ago... we thought it might be a nice thing to offer your grandmother... something very special...”

Maria eyed her, asking, “what do you mean?”

“She told us previously that she had not been with a man in a long time, that she missed that... and we were thinking that maybe... she might enjoy Brent's attention while she's here...”

Maria was quiet a moment, watching my face. She said, “oh... uh... wow... I... I see what you mean... umm... I don't know...”

Dahlia cut in, “I bring it up only because this is a decision for all of us, Lily and Orchid as well... we haven't really talked about where the limits are in our relationships, but we've certainly implied that we are in a closed group together... no one outside of our family... unless we all approve...”

“Yeah... that's what I understood,” Maria replied, “no, I mean... I mean that I don't know if she would want that... she's Catholic... I know she has some issues still with how we have decided to be together... I don't know that she would want this...”

“We'll get to that,” I said, “but it is important what you think, Maria, what you are comfortable with. If you don't approve, we do nothing further...”

Maria thought silently, her lips opening a couple of times to speak but no words came out. Finally, she said, “I'd be okay with it... I love Gramma so much... if... if you made her feel special... like you do me... I'd like that for her... yes... I'm okay...”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” Maria responded, “but like I said, I don't think she would want that... Not you, specifically, just that... because you and I are together... you know...”

Dahlia nodded, “I think we understand, which is fine, of course. I only want to share something with her... to share Brent with her... because it would make her feel good, to give her something she has said she misses. If she doesn't want that... I understand...”

We sat quietly a moment before Maria asked, “so... what now, then?”

Dahlia shrugged, “we ask the girls first, ensure they understand and are accepting of it. Then... I suppose I could talk to her, or you could, Maria.”

I shook my head, “no, I think that... after the talk with the girls, it should be me. Gramma's been so open and honest with us, it would feel wrong to have someone else sort of broker a deal. I should propose it myself. I think that is the best way to proceed.”

Dahlia nodded, and Maria said, “you're right. Yes, that would be best... besides... it would be really strange to ask my grandmother if she wanted to have sex with my lover...”

We all chuckled at that and came to an agreement. Dahlia would talk to the girls that afternoon to see what they thought, and only if they approved would I talk to Gramma directly.

I found it an odd concept, really. I wasn't specifically attracted to the woman, but she certainly was beautiful despite her age and illnesses. She had a strength to her that went deep, a sense of purpose in her life that made her attractive, and it didn't hurt that her Colombian roots left her with dark, striking features which also held softness and warmth. The more I thought about it, the more I thought I might really enjoy being with Gramma, and I found myself staying hard all afternoon at the possibility.

- - -

After dinner, Dahlia told me privately that both Lily and Orchid approved and were excited to know that I might 'put it in' Gramma, as Lily had stated with a grin. So, it was up to me at that point to decide when it was best to bring the unusual proposal to Maria's grandmother.

The six of us soaked in the hot tub after a dinner of frozen pizzas and fresh corn. Dahlia had put another batch of lime-mango sorbet into the machine for dessert. Gramma excused herself and went into the house. I figured that was as good an opportunity as any to have the conversation with her.

I waited in the mid-level library while she used the bathroom. When she came out, she wore only her robe, hanging loosely from her shoulders, her dark bush still glistening from the water in the hot tub.

She eyed me a moment and seemed to sense I wanted to ask her something personal. “What's on your mind, Brent?” she said before I had a chance to say anything.

“Well...” I found myself unable to start a moment, finally replying, “you're a beautiful woman, you know. Dahlia told me what you said to her and to Maria... about how you missed the touch of a man... I... Well... I...” I stumbled, unable again to continue.

Gramma eyed me a moment with an even expression. “Are you offering something, Brent?”

“I... well... yes, actually... I...”

“Pity? You offer yourself out of pity?” I didn't know if she was outraged, but it sounded that way.

“No! No, not at all... I just... Look, Gramma... I don't mean to offend or imply anything such as pity. No, I... we thought... maybe... if you might be interested...”

Gramma cut me off with a wave of her hand, eyes still staring daggers at mine. “I don't need pity. I can take care of myself down there just fine. In fact, I just did so.” She was defiant and defensive, and I felt terrible that I'd left her thinking that I thought little of her.

“Uh... good... good... please, I mean no offense, Gramma... Maria... Just the opposite... I don't offer... myself... lightly... in fact, it is only because I respect you and see your beauty, your strength, that I would even consider it. I want you to know the joy, the pleasure, that you've said you loved previously... I want only that... that you might, once more, enjoy being intimate with another person... Your granddaughter... and the others... we have talked... we are all agreed that this is something wonderful to share with you... if you want it... only if you want it...”

“So it is not pity, you say. Fine, I believe you.” Her eyes drew up and down my body. I had also wrapped myself in a robe after stepping naked from the hot tub, the cool air too much for my skin. “You are an attractive man, Brent. I see why my granddaughter believes so. Perhaps...” she trailed off a moment, then opened her robe wide, letting me see her naked body fully, “perhaps I have considered you this way... perhaps I just took care of myself, thinking about what it might feel like to let you touch me... perhaps I will consider what you offer. But tonight, I am sated. Tomorrow, we will talk again.”

I thought she was going to move off quickly and return to the deck, but instead, she stepped close to me, looked into my eyes a moment, then hugged me, kissing my neck, her nipples hard and pressing against my flesh. I could feel her scratchy pubes against my own, and my cock started to swell in reply.

“Mmm...” she said quietly, “I see that maybe you do find me attractive.” My dick continued to throb and harden against her body. “This I like, yes... maybe tomorrow I will have an answer for you different from the one I thought I might give... mmm.” She pressed against me a moment longer, then stepped back, walked past me with a small grin, and went out onto the deck. I looked down to see my penis bouncing lightly at the contact with the woman's skin.

- - -

After we ate sorbet, I mixed a drink and made one for Gramma, taking it to her where she again soaked in the hot tub. Dahlia eyed me with a silent question on her face. I nodded, giving her a visual cue which said we'd talk about it later, then I settled into a chair near where the others were chatting causally.

Gramma didn't bring up the conversation we'd had, and she showed no further interest in me, not doing more than glancing at my face whenever I talked. Orchid and Lily got out of the hot tub and excused themselves to go play a game in Orchid's room. I had little doubt that the two were going to go have sex, and I grew hard under my robe knowing my daughter and my soon-to-be-step-daughter were horny and would soon be tasting young pussy.

Before long, Gramma yawned and left us to go to her room. I discussed the earlier conversation with Maria and Dahlia, letting them know that nothing had been decided, but I believed, due to the last part of our interaction, that Gramma was interested. Not long after the older woman had gone to bed, Dahlia, Maria, and I climbed into our bed and fell asleep.

- - -

I woke to movement in the bed. My eyes flickered open, confused a moment to see the older Maria sliding under the covers next to me. Maria and Dahlia were gone, and Gramma turned over and pushed her ass against my side. I turned into her and wrapped an arm over her thin body. “Good morning...”

“Good morning to you, Brent,” she said quietly. “I have considered your words, and I think you understand my decision... yes?”

My cock certainly did, already hardening along the thin crack of the woman's ass. I kissed her neck in reply and felt her relax as my hands began to move over her small breasts. Before we'd done much more, Gramma shifted her butt and used a hand to position my dick against her slit. She sank onto my length slowly, sucking in her breath. The heat of her pussy felt amazing on my penis.

“I cannot move like I did when I was younger... but I still know how to enjoy this...” We started to rut slowly, very slowly, just gentle in and out movements, small shifts of her hips, the older Maria's pussy wet and soft around my cock. She wasn't tight, but Gramma still felt incredible. I loved the sensations, slowly caressing her small tits, kissing her shoulder and back as we made love.

I pulled out of her after a time, moved her onto her back, and slid between her legs. The woman's eyes were closed. I wondered if she was reliving times with other lovers. Whatever she was thinking, her light moans told me she was enjoying the attention.

I licked her pussy and tasted the rich, flavorful juices coating her sex. Her pubes were thick, and I used my fingers to part her labia so that I could probe the woman's slick, red inner flesh. Her vagina drooled a light cream, and I tasted her arousal with every drop. It took only a few moments of licking the woman's pussy and clit to bring her to a gentle orgasm. “Mmm... mmm... mmm... mmm... oooohh... mmmm... mmm...” Her body barely registered the climax, but I knew she was cumming when her hips wiggled against my face, her clit throbbing under my tongue.

I rose over her and she drew her knees up, feet on the bed, thighs spread, offering me her sex. I pressed the tip of my dick between her hairy lips and pushed inside Gramma's body slowly. I didn't put any weight on her, afraid it might be too much. She responded by rocking her hips back and forth as I started to carefully fuck her vagina.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, and she pulled my face down for a kiss. She whispered, “this is nice... yes... make love to me, Brent... I like this...” For over an hour, we made love gently. There was no urgency, and I found that I was able to hold off my own orgasm out of a desire to bring her pleasure and love. She came easily after the first time, her vagina staying slick and wet, becoming much looser after several minutes. At one point, I turned her onto her stomach and straddled her thighs, sliding my cock between where her legs were only partially open.

I finally came inside of her in that position, grinding myself into her pussy, grinding my cock in small movements. I leaned over her and whispered, “cumming, Maria...”

“Mmm... yes... let me feel it... let me feel it inside me... Mmm...”

I released slowly, cum running in a stream from my cock, filling her silky vagina in long pulses. My orgasm felt warm and relieving, like I was letting go of tension I didn't know I had. The older Maria purred as I filled her cunt, receptive to my seed, her body relaxed, her breathing even and calm. I felt her shudder after a few seconds of cumming inside her, and I knew she was feeling my hot, thick semen entering her vagina.

I rolled off of her slowly, caressing her ass as she lay on her stomach. She turned her head to look at me, and had an amazing smile on her face. She didn't speak, instead sliding down the bed to take my penis into her mouth. Gramma cleaned her juices and my sperm from my length, carefully dragging her lips up and down my shaft. It made me regain an erection after several minutes of her attention.

To my surprise, she slid her body over mine and mounted me, taking my penis into her vagina again. She rode me slowly, unable to do anything more than rock her hips, but the effect was sensational. I grew hard inside her, and I used my fingers to bring her to another orgasm. She smiled down at me, then said, “there is another place I wish to take you...”

She raised up just enough to cause my penis to slip from her velvety folds. The older Maria collected saliva from her mouth and passed her hand around her back, massaging it into her tightest hole. She shifted forward, stroking me a couple of times, then I felt raw heat sliding over my cock as the woman sank down and took my dick into her ass. I gasped at the pleasure as her rough but tender anus opened and let me inside.

Again, she rode me in little movements, just gentle rocking, rolling, tight circles as she enjoyed the feeling of my hard penis in her butt. She cried out louder than before, twirling her clit with her fingers, and again she came. I could feel her asshole clenching, nearly pushing me out, and it was enough to make the boiling cum in my balls shoot out into the woman's rectum.

As I filled Gramma's bowels with my seed, she rose off and quickly pushed my cock into her pussy again. The last of my cum shot into her vagina, the sensation overwhelming. I bellowed my pleasure as the euphoria of climaxing in both of the woman's holes sent me to the heights of orgasm. She purred as I finished in her pussy. I could feel my sperm leaking down from her ass to coat my balls.

Gramma rose off me slowly and looked down at the spermy mess on my crotch. Once more, she took me into her mouth, cleaning the remains of our vaginal and anal mating with her lips and tongue. She pulled back up to me and we kissed a moment. “Yes... this was something I hoped for... and I am a very satisfied woman right now... the only thing I would like would be for you to hold me a while so that I might feel warm and comfortable against you...”

And so we cuddled long into the morning. I felt wonderful, and I knew she did as well. We both dozed off and on, and by the time she finally stirred and rose from my bed, it was approaching midday. She looked down at me and said directly, “that was a wonderful thing we did, Brent. Wonderful. I thought I might never know such touches from a man again in the short time I have left. Thank you for this...”

I smiled, “no need to thank me... that was amazing, Maria... you are a wonderful lover...”

“Mmm... practice... yes, lots of practice...” She looked down at my groin a moment, then said, “I am sated, Brent. This was something for us, just this once, understood? We have shared this time, and I do not seek another. Let us think fondly on our time this morning and let it stand as the one moment in which we sought pleasure together.”

I'd have been very willing to make love with the woman as often as she wished, but she had clearly decided, for whatever reason, that one morning together was enough. I nodded and said, “understood. I will always remember this wonderful morning together.”

She smiled at me, stretched, and said, “I am growing hungry. Perhaps we shall find the others and have a drink and a meal?”

“Sounds great.” We shared a brief hug, and I knew the moment was officially over. I donned my robe while she slipped into hers, and together we found the others getting together lunch in the kitchen.

Nothing was said, but I knew everyone understood. I suspected that Dahlia and Maria had left the bedroom that morning and found Gramma eager to join me in bed. They had given us that privacy so that the woman and I might enjoy ourselves. I kissed Dahlia and Maria, hugged Lily and Orchid, and felt very relaxed and very sated as I dug into the sandwiches, hummus, and pita crackers on my plate.