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, 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, 17 weeks pregnant

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

The elder Maria stayed with us until the afternoon of December 2nd, and it was with a lot of tears that we saw her off at the airport. The woman's granddaughter held it together until Gramma was out of sight, and then the teenager clung to Orchid and cried against her shoulder on the curb.

I drove us back home and we fired up the hot tub to try to relax. Maria was tired and went to bed early after I kissed her and told her how much she meant to us and reminded her that we'd be there for her in all things.

Gramma and I had shared no other moments together, the woman having accepted what pleasure she felt was reasonable and necessary, and beyond that, we'd shared only laughs and drinks and time in the pool and hot tub. I found myself respecting her greatly. The woman had a strength to her I've rarely seen, and a wit to match anyone. Her body might have been on the verge of failing her, but her mind was still sharp.

Lily and Dahlia stepped out of the hot tub and went to work on a lesson in composition. We'd gotten a bit behind in their home schooling with the elder Maria staying with us, and Dahlia thought Lily could use the distraction that evening.

I relaxed with my daughter a while. She agreed we'd start back on her lessons the next day. “It really sucks, Dad.”

“Maria's grandmother?” I asked.

“Yeah... knowing she's dying makes me hurt for Maria... I should go to her soon.”

“She'd appreciate that,” I replied, putting my arm around Orchid and holding her against me. “You're a kind person, Orchid. You don't know how good it makes me feel to see how much you care for her.”

“I do... I love her...” Orchid said quietly, “it hurts to see her sad.”

“I know. All we can do is love and support her right now, and remind her that there are more good things in her life ahead, like her child.”

“Are you scared, Dad?” Orchid asked me.

“About the babies?” I shrugged, “not more than I should be, I suppose. It's going to be chaotic, to say the least... they have the same due dates, roughly, so you might have a couple of new siblings in April or May.”

“I think it will be fun. I want to help out.”

“I know that will be appreciated. We're very fortunate to have time to do this right.”

“Are you going to go to work again one day?” Orchid asked as her arm idly rested on my thigh under the water.

“Possibly. I will at some point, but... not for a while, thankfully. I want to spend a couple of years taking the time to be with you and Dahlia and Lily and Maria... and the babies. Then, I'll start to worry about things. Plus, I'll have to help Maria with the guest house when... when it happens. But, real work... not for a while, I think.”

Orchid rested her head against my shoulder, her hair wet and down over my arm and chest. “That sounds great.” She grew quieter, “have you heard anything about Mom lately?”

The subject was a difficult one for both of us. Orchid had been with me several months after I took her from her Mom and the terrible situation which had developed in Seattle. Malory had spent a few weeks being evaluated after a suicide attempt, then moved to a half-way house where she had lived since that time. I got a call every couple of weeks from the woman administering the treatment facility, and while Malory was reasonably stable, they continued to have concerns about her.

They'd tried to get my ex-wife to call and talk to Orchid, but Malory seemed to ignore those suggestions. Whatever was going on in her mind, she hadn't felt the need to talk to her daughter. It was so heartbreaking that I had largely avoided discussing it with Orchid, and when I did, I didn't let her know the details of why she hasn't gotten a call from her mom. All she knew, really, was that Malory was receiving care, that she was generally alright, and she'd contact when it was the right time. I knew the more weeks that went by, the harder it was going to be to continue hiding the full truth from my daughter.

After the emotion of the day, seeing the elder Maria leave us after a wonderful week spent visiting with the woman, I couldn't add more depressing news to Orchid's mind that evening. I shook my head. “Nothing new... sorry, Sweetheart...”

I could hear the disappointment in her voice. “Oh... okay. Maybe she'll call on my birthday.”

I nodded, “I hope so...” Orchid would turn fourteen on December 19th, just a little over two weeks away. I made a mental note to see if I could get through to Malory. Orchid had wanted out of her mother's house, and she was seemingly thrilled to live with me, especially with the close intimacy we shared together and with the others, but my daughter had never stopped caring about her mom and was feeling hurt that Malory never called her.

I tried to change the subject. “You know what is coming up?”

“What,” she said, still sounding dejected.

“Decemberfest in Lynchburg. I don't think I've ever taken you.”

“What is it?”

“A day-long festival downtown. They set up kinda like a carnival, so they'll have rides and games and food, crafts, that sort of thing. Plus, there are two stages for concerts, go karts, and usually you can get a helicopter ride, too.”

“That sounds fun... when is it?”

“Saturday. This weekend. Wanna go? Wanna... be my date?” I said with a smile.

Orchid giggled, “I think your fiance might have a problem with that.”

“Oh, I don't know... I think she's kinda sweet on you, too.”

“Mmm... she is sweet... all over.” I heard Orchid dramatically lick her lips.

I laughed, “like father, like daughter, huh? One taste of Dahlia and we're hooked.”

Orchid nodded. Her hand had strayed to my penis and was slowly moving along my thigh, teasing my growing erection just enough to make me tingle. “Keep doing that, and I'm going to show you something sweet...”

“Maybe that's what I want,” she giggled. “Besides, I think you have that backwards. I'm the one with the sweet parts.”

“Good point... one taste of that and I was hooked too...”

Orchid leaned up and I kissed her, letting my hands move over her body. Her breasts were still filling in, larger than they had been months earlier when I'd first been able to see them freely. Small, yes, but becoming more round and lovely. They had a natural pliancy of youth, a budding firmness of maturity. Her nipples, as always, were tight in my palms.

She shifted over me and settled onto my lap. I felt the scratchy hairs between her legs and then warmth surrounded my cock where it rested between my thighs. Orchid reached down and brought my dick upright, pushing her hips lower and sinking me into her pussy.

I groaned as my daughter started to fuck me in the hot tub. The chlorinated water wasn't the best lubricant, but Orchid had slickness inside. She moved in small up and down motions, keeping her channel slippery. I caressed my daughter's tits and nibbled her neck. She panted and moaned as her body moved with mine.

Orchid came first, moments after I let one of my hands slide down between her legs. Her clit grew under my touch, and I carefully massaged it with two fingers, rolling her hard nub within its hood. Orchid loved when I did that, and her body shuddered in climax for several seconds before she slowed and panted.

I held my daughter's hips as I carefully thrust into her vagina. It was growing very hot in the tub, and sweat ran down my forehead and Orchid's back was drenched with her own. My daughter's pussy clenched and held tight, keeping me from moving much, but it was an incredible sensation. I swear she was trying to milk me with her cunt muscles. When she giggled a moment later, I knew that's exactly what she was doing.

It took several minutes of slowly-burning ecstasy, a perfectly-guided edging which had me freely drooling precum into Orchid's pussy. When I finally came, it was in long, gushing waves, semen flooding in powerful streams. I filled Orchid over several seconds, my daughter moaning as she felt me ejaculate my seed. I was so overheated that just a moment after I finished coming, I suggested, “shall we cool off?”

“Yes...”

Orchid rose and I saw globs of sperm washed quickly down her thigh from where her young vagina gaped a moment. Before she could step away, I leaned close to her and pressed my face against my daughter's ass, licking her pussy and anus in long, deliberate strokes. She tasted mostly of chlorine and water, but it was still a wonderful sensation to feel her delicate flesh with my tongue. Orchid purred until I finally pulled back.

- - -

I called the half-way house in Seattle the next morning and sat on hold for ten minutes before I was able to reach Malory's primary therapist. The woman listened patiently as I explained that I really wanted to talk to my ex-wife, and if she wasn't willing, at least have her say hello to her daughter.

The therapist informed me that they thought Malory was exhibiting signs of a mental illness which affected her ability to handle personal relationships. It wasn't clear what had led her to so-suddenly lose her grip on sanity, but the therapist expected that it had been a lingering problem for some time.

“Tell her,” I said, “that we love her and miss her. I don't know what to do, Dr. Klein. Orchid is hurt to not hear anything from her mother.”

“I understand. I wish I could tell you we're making progress. Some days, yes, but we're still working on getting the right medications into her routine. Until we get that settled, it's... going to be unpredictable.”

“I know. Just... please... would you try now? Tell her I'm on the phone?”

“I'll see if she is available. Hold a moment.”

I waited several more minutes before Dr. Klein came back on the line.

“Brent?”

“Yes, I'm here.”

“I've got Malory here. She'd like to say hello.”

I felt my stomach turn over. It would be the first time I'd spoken to my ex-wife in months.

“Is that you, Brent?” Malory's voice was soft and cautious, unlike how I'd known it before her breakdown.

“Malory! I'm... I'm glad to hear you again.”

“Yeah,” she sounded a little distant, “been a while.”

“How... how are you?”

There was a brief pause. “I've been better.”

“Is there anything I can do? Anything at all?”

Malory was quiet again, then said, “tell Orchid I love her... please...”

“Malory, she's here, I can get her in just a minute.”

“No!” she shouted, and I froze, then she said softer, “no, I... I can't. Not right now.”

“Malory, please. Just say hello. She misses you so much.”

“I know... I know, Brent. Soon. I think.”

I let out a disappointed breath. “Her birthday is the 19th.”

“I remember,” Malory replied, her tone sad and hollow.

“Will you please... please call her at least on her birthday? Even if just to say hello. Please.”

Malory was quiet again. “I have to go, Brent. It's been nice...”

“Please, Malory...”

I heard a faint whisper in reply, “I'll try...”

“Brent?” Dr. Klein was back on the line suddenly.

“Yes...” I answered, disappointed that Malory hadn't wanted to talk to our daughter.

“She's left with an aide. I hope that helped. First call she's had since she came here.”

“Well,” I replied, “I suppose that's something.”

“We won't give up on her,” Dr. Klein told me confidently, “I promise. We got one taste of her coming out of her shell today, a small one, to be sure, but I expect we'll get more in the future.”

“Please... if you have any way to convince her, Orchid's birthday is coming up. Please... try to get her to call...”

“I'll do what I can. I hope you are well, Brent. Have a nice day.”

She hung up, and I stewed on the fact that I couldn't handle telling Orchid what just happened.

- - -

Orchid stayed close to Maria for the next couple of days. Whenever my daughter wasn't in lessons with me or Dahlia, or doing homework, she kept the nineteen-year old company, making her lunch and getting her blankets to keep her warm. Maria was morose, crying sometimes. Dahlia and I stayed with her whenever Orchid wasn't there. All we could do was hug her and wipe her tears when she cried. I hated seeing her sad. I knew the coming days or weeks, the waiting for the inevitable, were going to be difficult ones emotionally. I really wished Gramma would live long enough to meet her great-grandchild, but the woman had been convinced she would not see that day.

I think that's what made Maria the most unhappy. She'd talked for weeks about how much she wanted her grandmother to be there with her when she gave birth, to be one of the first to hold the infant. It crushed my lover to understand her dream was not likely to come true.

Orchid made us all hot tea and the five of us settled in the lower library. A few boxes of books had come in that week, I'd had to pick them up downtown, and I'd spent several hours putting them on shelves in some semblance of order. Dahlia surprised me when she made wooden labels in the workshop to put on each section so that we could keep track of what we owned. She and I set up an account on a popular personal library website to catalog everything on our shelves.

Maria was curled up with Orchid on one loveseat, Dahlia and I on another while Lily sat at my feet. I smiled watching my daughter comfort Maria. There was a real softness to her, a care that I've seen few others show another person. Maybe it was puppy love, in some sense, but I've seen many relationships which claimed to be loving with far less real affection and compassion than what I saw between those two. I thought that was an important aspect for Orchid to understand, that sex wasn't everything, that it was relatively rare compared to the much more common moments in our lives where our partners needed us in other ways. My daughter was growing up physically, yes, but emotionally as well.

I stroked Dahlia's shoulder a while, just enjoying the serenity of the moment. Maria was doing better that evening, still a bit withdrawn. She hadn't been eating much, which worried me while she carried our child, but otherwise, the teen was slowly recovering from her sadness. I knew it wouldn't completely go away until her grandmother died and she had some time to deal with that in the coming weeks or months.

Lily read a young adult novel, and Dahlia was enjoying a sexual thriller. I stared at the pages of a Clive Cussler novel, but didn't get far before my thoughts drifted to my family.

Dahlia leaned up and looked at me, catching my eye, then nodded as if she wanted to talk privately. I scooted out from where Lily was resting her back on my legs, and followed the woman into the kitchen.

“I've been thinking hard about something,” she stated evenly.

I poured us cups of hot tea. “What's on your mind?”

“I know it can't be a legal thing, but... I think we should have our ceremony include Maria.”

“I thought that was always the plan,” I responded quietly.

“Yeah, but I mean... fully included. Official in front of everyone. I think you should marry us both, together. I'll still be your legal wife, but... I want that for her, Brent.”

I thought a moment, then replied, “are you sure this isn't just the sadness? Feeling sorry for Maria?”

“No... I started considering it a couple of weeks ago. I love her, too. And... and she deserves to have us stand up and recognize that she's our equal. I know... my sister and others won't understand. I get that... but I don't care... not really. I care about Maria much more than anyone but you and the girls. I want to include her, Brent.”

I had mixed emotions. “I worry, Dahlia. You know I do. I worry that this fantasy is going to fall apart, that you'll be jealous of her, or vice-versa, that I'll fail to do enough for both of you... for Orchid and Lily, too. It scares me... Orchid has always come first, but you're first, too. I don't want to risk anything with either of you...”

“Do you think Orchid might not approve?”

“She is in love with Maria. I know she's too young to know for sure, but it's real to her. Orchid's handled our relationships with a lot of thought and maturity, but... I dunno. Maybe she's thought about, one day, marrying Maria.”

“It won't be legal if we include her, she can't be included that way. I just think... the ceremony, the way we announce our bond to our friends and family... It's only fair that Maria be recognized as our partner. She deserves that, Brent. I don't want her to feel like we're hiding her, or that we don't recognize how important she is out of fear of what others might say.”

“Would you like me to talk to Orchid, then?”

“Yes,” Dahlia leaned into me and hugged me tight, “but I want to know what you think, too...”

“I think,” I said quietly, “that I love you both and want you both to be happy. If you want to share this with Maria, and she wants this as well, and if Orchid approves... I think it would be wonderful to do as you say.”

“Good.”

- - -

“Can I ask you something, Orchid?” I said to my daughter after the others had gone to bed.

“Always. What's up?” My daughter was leaning back against the kitchen counter after we'd cleaned up from dinner. She wore a nightshirt only, her breasts pushing out the fabric in a very wonderful way. I doubted she wore panties underneath.

“About Maria... Dahlia suggested something and I'd like to know your thoughts...”

“Okay...” Orchid replied, hopping up to sit on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge, her furry vulva a dark patch below the hem of her shirt.

“We'd like to include Maria in our wedding. Not just as a close friend, but... as one of three of us getting married at once.”

Orchid stared at me. “Is that legal?”

“No. Only Dahlia would be able to be my legal wife, but... the ceremony is up to us. We can pretty much do as we please.”

“Oh,” my daughter bit her lip in contemplation, “so... what's the problem, then?”

“Well, I thought that maybe... your relationship with Maria might make you not want that...”

Orchid shrugged, “I think it's okay. What would really change?”

“Nothing much. Friends and family would know that Dahlia and I and Maria are a triad. Obviously, though I wish it was otherwise, we can't let anyone know about you and Lily and just how much you are part of our lives.”

“Yeah, I know. But... I'll still love Maria... I mean... I'll still love you after you marry Dahlia, right?”

“True.”

“So... I'd love to see her included. I think that would make her very happy, actually. Should I ask her?”

“No... wait for now. I think we're planning on doing it after the children are born. I'd love to do it sooner, but the winters here are unpredictable and will make it very difficult for people to come for the wedding. I think we'll have to wait until summer. Let's keep talking about it, okay? We'll make a decision together, and then, if we are all agreed, we'll talk to Maria. There's time, yet. I just wanted to get your thoughts.”

Orchid smiled and rocked her legs back and forth. “Sounds good, Dad.”

I grinned as she caught me staring at where her shirt barely blocked my view of her genitals.

My daughter's eyes narrowed and she slowly parted her thighs, offering me a view of her sex, giggling. I sank to my knees and inhaled against her flesh, Orchid's wonderful bouquet full of roses, from her soap, and pungent, earthy notes, from her genitals. I lapped through her slit and felt her shudder, her hands running over my head.

I ate her slowly, taking my time, Orchid's body slowly rocking. I heard her moan louder and it made me feel giddy to taste her flowing juices.

“Mind if I join you?” Maria's voice broke in and I turned back. Since her grandmother had left, she'd been too sad to have any desire for intimacy from anyone. It was pleasant to see a tired smile on her face as she knelt beside me.

I kissed her lips and said, “I love you, Maria...”

“I love you, too... both of you...”

Orchid smiled at our lover and said, “want a taste?”

“Desperately,” Maria responded as Orchid shifted her legs to the side and offered Maria access to her privates. I ran my hands over Maria's body, making her pause briefly to pull her own nightshirt from her body, caressing her lovely breasts as she licked my daughter's pussy.

Moments later, as I slipped a finger into Maria's pregnant vagina, Orchid came on the teen's face. “Uhhhhh... ooooohhh... uhhnnnn... ohhh... yeahhhhh... oooohhh...” My daughter writhed on the counter, Maria moaning into her crotch.

Maria looked at me, smiling, my daughter's light, white cream smeared across her chin. “I got her ready for you...”

I grinned and stood as Maria moved aside. Orchid watched me as I pulled her forward so that her ass was just on the edge of the counter, and I sank my cock into my daughter's tight little pussy in one smooth motion. She sucked in her breath as I started to fuck her with a steady rhythm.

Maria ran her hands over my body, caressing my ass and fondling my balls while I mated with Orchid. After a few moments, I pulled out and helped Maria jump up and sit next to my daughter. Orchid leaned down and sucked on the girl's swollen breasts while I ran my hands over the soft curve of her pregnant belly. It was exciting to have sex with the beautiful, pregnant teen, and I eagerly brought my cock to her cunt and slid in smoothly.

Maria's velvet folds caressed me just right, and when Orchid's finger slid to her clit, Maria came just seconds before I cried out and filled her pussy with cum. I emptied myself in forceful spurts and before I could even completely withdraw, Orchid's tongue was close by to catch the cream dripping from Maria's vagina.

I leaned against the kitchen island and watched as my daughter lapped up the semen I'd left inside Maria, swallowing my sperm and moaning, soon bringing Maria to another orgasm before pulling back and leaning against me, drawing Maria down to hold her in her arms.

I wrapped myself around both of them as they kissed. My cock grew hard again where Orchid's lovely bubble butt pressed against my groin. She purred into Maria's mouth before she broke the kiss to collect saliva from her lips, then Orchid reached her hand back between us, taking my dick and stroking it a couple of times.

When Orchid slid my penis between her ass cheeks and nestled it against her anus, I paused long enough to push some of my own saliva into her tight backdoor. Orchid pressed back when I put my cock against her again, and slowly, so slowly, my daughter let me penetrate her asshole while Maria nibbled on her neck and kissed her lips.

I still held my arms around both of them, pulling them to me as I started to rut with my daughter, her tight anus squeezing tight in that mostly-upright position. She leaned forward slightly, which helped me slide deeper inside, and she pressed her face against Maria's breasts, my daughter sucking each in turn. I took Orchid's hips and started to grind myself inside her ass, her hot bowels drawing out a second orgasm moments later.

My load was smaller, but no less powerful. After I emptied my sticky seed in my daughter's butt, my cock softened, slipping from her anus with a wet snap, gurgling cream following behind. Orchid giggled when a small, wet fart passed out with my cum. I wrapped my arms around them both again and told them I loved them in gentle whispers.

It was great to see the sparkle in Maria's eyes beginning to return. She leaned past Orchid to kiss me, and I felt Maria's need, her thankfulness, and her love with each touch of her lips on mine. I hoped I made her feel the same from me.

“Think I'd like to sleep in bed with Orchid tonight, that alright, Brent?” Maria asked me. Normally, she slept in bed with Dahlia and I, but since her grandmother had left, she and Orchid were spending nights together.

“Of course. You never need my permission to sleep with my daughter.” We all laughed at the unintentional double-meaning. “Seriously,” I said after I stopped my laughter, “I just want you to be happy, always, Maria. Whatever that means, whoever you wish to be with. I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks... I always love hearing that, Brent.”

Orchid said in a sweet voice, “I love you, too, Maria... I love you so much.” She squeezed the teen tight.

“I know,” Maria said with a lovely smile, “I can feel it. You know I love you, too.”