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, 18-19 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, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

Maria, Female, 19

	- Owner of Maria's Guest House, 18-19 weeks pregnant

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

The days that followed had us all quite numb. It is always hard to lose someone you love. For me, though I barely knew Gramma, I'd enjoyed the spare moments I'd had to talk to her, to make love with her, and it was painful to have her gone when she'd only been in my life a spare few weeks. Maria, of course, had lost so much more. Gramma was the most important person in her life, even including me and Dahlia and the girls. I was heartbroken to watch her mourn.

I did my best to keep her distracted, and Orchid was there for her, too. Tito largely took care of the big things, keeping the guest house running smoothly and coordinating events for the celebration of Gramma's life, planned for December 13, a Saturday.

I had no idea what was in store, having never seen a Key West parade of that sort. Condolences poured in from, as far as I could tell, every local in town. It seemed that everyone knew Gramma, and her loss was felt by everyone from cafe waitresses to the Mayor. There were so many wreaths and flowers and cards brought to the guest house that there was no room to sit on the wide front porch or to do more than tip-toe down the hallway inside.

Maria talked a little over those days, telling us a bit about events she and Gramma had attended, fun they'd had when she was little. She missed her, but I did begin to see the teen's mood grow better by that Friday as the reality sank in and she was slowly able to find some peace with her loss.

Dahlia flew down with Lily late Friday night and the five of us shared late dinner in the home of a woman who had known Gramma for a long time and was a close friend. She made us a feast of Cuban and Guatemalan comfort foods, and she talked all night about her friendship with Gramma.

Saturday arrived and we rolled out of bed. I was a bit trepidatious about the parade. I felt worn out and pulled thin, emotionally. I was longing to head home, but we weren't leaving until Sunday and I worried that the parade celebration might cause Maria to mourn deeply once more. She'd been able to smile a bit, the night before, and that morning, she was in reasonably good spirits, all things considered.

We walked down by the wharf for a while that afternoon, the parade set to start around six. I held Maria's hand and she told me about how she'd played along the waterfront with her friends when she was younger. A huge cruise ship was docked alongside, and we watched as its final passengers boarded, then it pushed off, blowing a deep horn as it went. Checking my watch, I suggested it was time to head back up Duval to prepare for the parade.

The Mayor had arranged special seating for us in a prime spot near the beginning of the route. A small riser was waiting for us with cushions on the seats. The Mayor greeted us and, as he had so often that week, asked if there was anything we needed or anything he could do for us. Maria declined, and we took our seats and awaited the parade.

The first band turned the corner and music blasted towards us. Rather than a dirge it was a raucous Latin rhythm, full of horns and drums, the upbeat tune so different than anything I expected. The band was from a local high school and danced their way down Duval quickly, making way for a float shaped like an old wooden sailing ship. The banner hung along the port side read 'Maria: In Our Hearts' in big red letters. The ship moved on and a pickup truck decorated with palm trees, plastic birds circling on wires, and signs suggesting the elder Maria was a friend of a local bar.

One after another, for the next hour or two, floats and bands and vehicles moved on, and I have to say, by the time it was over, my spirits had been lifted. I could see in Maria's expression that she, too, was feeling better. There was something heartening about having closure, whatever it is, and the parade celebration of Gramma's life felt like such a positive way to find closure in a manner every life should be celebrated. I have no idea how it came together so quickly and with so many participants, but there had been hundreds of people in the parade, and hundreds more lining Duval and spilling out onto cross streets.

When the last band marched through to another upbeat cumbia rhythm, the crowd began to slowly disperse, and the Mayor shook all our hands and extended an invitation to join him and his wife at an afterparty at local bar. We accepted, but I did not drink, deciding not to partake that night while Dahlia was unable due to her pregnancy. Long before the celebration had wound down for the night, the five of us excused ourselves and returned to the guest house, exhausted.

- - -

Our mountain home was a welcome sight late Sunday evening. Darkness had settled in during our flight into Roanoke, and the long drive to our house was draped in silence. The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions, and we were all drained. Orchid, Maria, and Lily snuggled in the back of my SUV, dozing, while Dahlia slept in the front seat.

I wondered how long it would take for things to get back to normal. Tito was going to handle the guest house, and despite Maria's protest, was not looking for help over the next few months. He promised to call her weekly and keep her up to date on what was going on, and he was to put together a booklet explaining the many details needed to run the guest house. He told her not to worry about it for the time being.

We'd met with the estate attorney during our week in Key West. While Gramma had very few assets to her name besides the guest house, it would be many months before all the paperwork was ready to close the estate. Thankfully, Gramma had put the guest house in Maria's name weeks earlier, and it was no longer part of the estate.

A short time later, we all relaxed in the hot tub. It was cold outside, so we ducked down in the steaming water to stay warm. It felt good to be home. In our hearts, it was a balm to be where we loved to be. Death of loved ones is always a difficult reminder that we, too, were mortal, that whatever good or ill was in our lives, it would one day end, and if we were lucky, the loved ones we left behind would be able to find peace from whatever joy we had brought to them. I couldn't help thinking that in the future, I'd die and leave behind my daughter and my soon-to-be-children to mourn. I hated that thought, but I tried to take comfort in being able to make their lives happier while I was still around.

Lily sat on my lap as we lounged, saying little. Orchid excused herself and Maria left with her, leaving three of us huddled together along one side of the tub.

“I want to make Maria feel good tonight,” Lily told us, slowly beginning to grind on my lap.

“She may not feel up to that, Lily,” Dahlia cautioned her, “she's still mourning.”

“I know,” Lily responded, “I just think, if it was me, I'd want someone to make me feel good, you know?”

“I do, but sometimes,” Dahlia said, “it isn't that easy. Sex doesn't solve everything, not even loving sex. Sometimes, a person just has to mourn and take their time. Sex might be the most distant thing to her, right now.”

“You could ask her, Lily,” I suggested, “talk to her and see what she might want. Let her decide if she is ready for that again.” I had told them about the evening after Gramma's death and how Orchid and I had done little more than caress and hold Maria to bring her comfort, that it hadn't been sexual even though we often touched her genitals and breasts. “Let's be sure she has what she needs right now, and don't try to push anything.”

“I won't push her,” Lily said, turning her head back towards me. “I just... I would want that, if it was me,” she repeated.

“Go ask, then,” Dahlia told her.

Lily started to rise and she could tell that my penis was half-hard from her movements. “If she doesn't want that... I still do.” There was mirth in her voice as her hand swept across my lap and I throbbed slightly at her touch. “Think you do, too, Daddy.”

“Mmm... yes. I do.”

Lily left and rushed naked from the hot tub, wrapping a thick towel around her, then ran into the warm house, leaving Dahlia and I alone. My fiance snuggled against me and I held her in my arms.

“Do you think she's doing okay, Brent?” Dahlia asked me.

“I do, as much as she could given everything,” I responded. “She's doing better over the last day or two. That parade seemed to help.”

Dahlia nodded, “That was really something. I had no idea Gramma had touched so many lives. They really went all-out to celebrate her life.”

I replied, “I can only hope that we can have that impact on our children, and on Maria, ourselves. There's no town that will celebrate me that way, but to me, it is far more important that whoever I leave behind, the people very close to me, feel that way about my life.”

“Same. We do our best, Brent. What more can we do?”

“Only our best,” I said in agreement.

Lily returned a moment later, still wearing her towel. “Maria would like to talk to everyone.”

I couldn't read into Lily's words any emotion, so I rose and quickly offered Dahlia a towel as she did the same. We followed Lily into Maria's bedroom.

The dark-haired teen was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Orchid, my daughter's arm around her waist. There were soft smiles on their faces. Maria motioned us all to the bed, and she scooted up to the top of the mattress, pulling her knees up slightly and exposing the dark fur between her legs.

“I just want you all to know,” the teen said, “how much I love you. This has been a very hard time for me... and I don't know what I'd have done without your support. Losing Gramma still hurts, but,” Maria paused, shifting her legs to one side, “it hurts less thanks to you all. I love you so much.”

Dahlia leaned towards her and stroked the teen's hair. “And we love you, Maria. Whatever we can do to help, just say it.”

Maria was quiet a moment, then a twinkle appeared in her eyes. Her legs slid back down and parted as she scooted her butt down the bed a bit. “Someone could taste me,” she said with a grin. “I need that badly...”

Dahlia was there first. My fiance moved onto her stomach and Maria's thighs spread wider. I could see the dark hair and pretty labia a moment before Dahlia's head covered the girl's sex. In seconds, Maria closed her eyes with light moans escaping her lips.

Lily slid off the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling away my towel and taking my penis into her little mouth. I groaned my approval. Orchid leaned against me, smiling, and we kissed as Lily's tongue danced over my cock a moment before moving over to sniff and lick between my daughter's legs.

Maria climaxed, moaning her pleasure as Dahlia lapped up and down along her thin, hairy slit. The slight bulge of Maria's stomach showed more prominently as she arched her back during her orgasm. It made me pulse with excitement to know my child was inside her body. Orchid's hand wrapped around my cock as Lily lapped her thirteen-year old vulva, my daughter's fingers moving lightly along my shaft as she began to cum. I throbbed watching Orchid's body tremble, her sighs so exciting to hear.

While Orchid pushed Lily on to the bed next to Maria, I took Dahlia's place between the nineteen-year old's legs. She was wet from Dahlia's saliva and her own juices, and I inhaled the fragrance I found there. The heady, musky scent was invigorating, and soon I was tasting her sticky wetness on my tongue. Maria moaned as I probed her vagina and ran my lips over her hairy vulva.

I saw Lily roll onto her stomach and begin to suck on one of Maria's tits. Orchid moved around to the other side and took the other one between her lips. I felt Dahlia's hands moving over my ass and caressing my balls.

“Fuck me, Brent,” Maria breathed, “fuck me...”

I rose onto my knees and moved my pelvis up to the teen's crotch. I could see the anticipation in her eyes. Lily and Orchid sucking on her breasts, Maria's hips rose to mine, her labia parted and slick, the hairy fur there already matted and sticky.

My hard cock was surrounded by warm, velvety tightness as I slowly sank into Maria's body. Her pussy was engorged and swollen, taking my length completely, and I shuddered as I began to thrust in and out of the teen's lovely hole. Dahlia had moved behind Orchid and had her face buried in my daughter's young upturned ass. I could see she was licking Orchid's pussy and anus, and it thrilled me to hear Orchid moaning her pleasure with a mouthful of Maria's tit.

I was beginning to burn with excitement, my balls tightening against my body as semen started to rush up my shaft. “Gonna cum... uhnn... gonna cum...”

Maria's body reacted instinctively. Her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me hard against her twice, three times, again and again. I started to cry out as my cock swelled in Maria's pregnant cunt. The first spurt felt like fire as it shot out of the tip of my dick and splashed inside the teen's pussy. Over and over I pulsed, filling Maria with my seed, the semen soon overflowing her hole and sliding out around my shaft.

I would have collapsed had Lily not risen up to kiss me at that moment. I moaned into the little girl's mouth as the last spurts of my cum rushed into Maria's vagina. I pulled out reluctantly and sat back on my feet and ankles. Lily's mouth slid over my half-hard but slowly-throbbing penis and she purred as she cleaned the mix of my cum and Maria's pussy juice from my flesh. Orchid moved me out of the way gently and dove between Maria's legs, lapping up my cream and soon bringing the teen to another orgasm.

Dahlia was again behind my daughter, bent over the bed spreading Orchid's buttocks with her hands, licking her most private flesh from end to end. Maria and Lily kissed at the top of the bed while Orchid lapped the teen's cunt, cleaning it thoroughly and more gently after the girl's most recent orgasm.

I settled behind my fiance, kneeling down to press my face between her thighs. I inhaled Dahlia's wonderful, rich fragrance. Her pussy was drooling light cream and I used my tongue to collect it, swallowing the sweet, slightly tart juices with excitement. I licked her anus and she shuddered, and I brought my hand up to stroke her clit while I rimmed the woman's asshole. I loved the way Dahlia's body pushed back against me, forcing my tongue inside her tight backdoor. The bittersweet flesh was heavenly, and I was soon hard again as I ate Dahlia's ass.

I rose up and pushed my cock against my fiance's anus. It yielded slowly and Dahlia moaned between Orchid's buttocks. The woman's asshole was tight and soft at once, taking me deep into her bowels with only minimal discomfort. Dahlia's head rose slightly, and she moaned, saying between grunts, “fuck my ass, Brent... Oh, God... that's it... fuck my ass... Cumming... Ohhhh...” Dahlia bucked and I tried to stay inside her as her anus clenched and pushed against my penetration.

The smell of anal sex grew thicker in the room and I inhaled the rich, earthy scent. Lily moved down the bed and knelt over it next to her mother, a grin on her face, “me next!”

I was nearing orgasm again, and it was all I could do not to unload inside Dahlia's butt right then. I caressed Lily's backside as I fucked her mother's ass, using my finger to gather wetness from the ten-year old's vagina and then drew it up over her anus, rubbing the slick juices around the puckered hole a moment before pushing my finger inside.

I had to hold still inside Dahlia a moment, afraid to move and loose my seed before I had a chance to give Lily what she wanted. My fiance looked back at me with a smile, her lips, cheeks, and chin wet from eating Orchid's pussy and ass, “You just love fucking my ass and then fucking my daughter in the ass, don't you...”

I moaned my agreement, slipping out of Dahlia's backdoor, my penis slightly-soiled, wet and sticky, slowly throbbing as I let the tension ease out a moment. I moved behind Lily and sank to my knees, lapping quickly against the ten-year old's puckered anus. Her bittersweet, salty flesh was much like her mother's and it was incredibly arousing to taste her ass in my mouth. Lily giggled as it seemed to tickle her, but she pushed back against me as soon as I brought the tip of my penis to her tightest hole.

I still have no idea how Lily's body took me there. Her hole was very small, clenching, and it often took me many minutes to work myself into her ass. I could tell that sometimes it was a bit painful, and this time was no different, but she pushed back again and her body encouraged me to sodomize her fully.

Maria cried out in orgasm again with my daughter between her legs, then pushed Orchid's head away from her genitals, sensitive and likely sore. Dahlia and Orchid moved onto the bed and caressed Maria's breasts while sharing kisses with her. The three of them watched as I fucked the ten-year old, Lily grunting her approval of my motions. I humped her little body, holding her hips with my hands, beginning to move more quickly as the girl's anus opened wider and I sank deeper into her bowels, Lily twirling her fingers around her clit and orgasming in no time at all.

I was right behind her, my shaft irritated and burning from the friction of the tight hole and the small, scratching hairs surrounding Lily's anus. I plunged into her butt, the squishy, hot folds inside inviting me to release. “Uhnn... Oh... Lily... Cumming in you... Here it comes...”

“Cum in my butt, Daddy,” she said in that voice she knew made it that much better, “cum in my butt!”

Sperm surged up my burning shaft and I exploded, spewing my cum into Lily's bowels, the smaller load no less forceful than the one that had boiled into Maria's vagina. Lily grunted as I held deep inside her ass, letting my cock throb spurts of sticky jism into her rectum. I ground slowly after several intense waves of pleasure, letting Lily's sticky, messy butthole milk the last drops into her body.

Lily surprised me by sliding to the side and quickly taking my soiled cock into her mouth, once more purring as she cleaned away the mess from my flesh. I held her head as she slowly moved along my shaft, glancing up to see three sets of eyes watching. Satisfied that she'd cleaned me thoroughly, Lily grinned and giggled, and I leaned down to kiss her. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and tasted the pungent, bittersweet remains. We moaned together a moment, then I pulled her onto the bed where we curled up next to Dahlia, Maria, and Orchid.

Maria began to laugh lightly.

“What?” Dahlia asked her.

Maria shook her head. “I just feel so good right now... I felt like laughing.”

Dahlia squeezed her tighter and Orchid leaned in to kiss the beautiful Latina once again. Maybe things weren't yet back to normal, but the five us were heading in the right direction.