Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, father of Orchid, Dahlia's fiance

	- Tan white skin, 5'10, 175lbs, shoulder-length curly brown hair

Orchid, Female, 14

	- Daughter of Brent

	- Pale white skin, 5'9, 145lbs, mid-back length nearly-black hair

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily, Brent's fiance, 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, 19 weeks pregnant

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

I crawled into the bed currently being shared by Maria and Orchid early Friday morning, moving slowly to not wake them suddenly. I slid under the blankets and wrapped my arms over my daughter, who was on her back, holding her a moment before kissing her cheek. Maria was on the other side on her stomach, and neither did more than shift lightly in the darkness. It was Orchid's fourteenth birthday, and as I held her an hour or so before dawn, I reflected on how much had changed during her thirteenth year.

Months earlier, Orchid had been living with her mother, a situation which had appeared normal and acceptable, though I hated that I only saw my daughter a few times a year. One phone call from her in April had set things on a different course. I'd gone to Seattle and found her mother, my ex-wife, in a mental state which was unhealthy for everyone, and shortly after, Orchid had come to live with me permanently.

So many times, I'd found myself surprised by my daughter's maturity and emotional strength. I knew that her relationship with her mother had been complicated over the months, and she still hoped the woman would come around and return to normal. But, as I'd known for some time, Mallory's mental health had only slightly improved and Orchid's mom was still being cared for in a supervised facility.

Yet, despite that difficulty during an important developmental year of her life, Orchid had shown great resolve and taken to life with me with a passion, in more ways than one. I could never have imagined what our relationship would become, how we'd grown close during the weeks of healing after she broke her leg, how we'd shared intimacy that defied social norms and acceptable boundaries. Here I was, curled up to my still-maturing, newly fourteen-year old, thoughts of bringing her sexual pleasure swirling lazily through my mind as she dozed with our shared lover nearby.

Orchid's body had changed, too. When she'd come to live with me, she still had some of the young-girl features about her. Sure, her breasts were already growing, and pubic hair had appeared some time before, but the months had not slowed that process, and now Orchid's tits had a heaviness they hadn't before, and her fur felt and looked more like a woman's than a girl's. She even had an older lover, besides me and Dahlia, I mean, and for all appearances, seemed to have fallen in love with Maria, as well. I could only hope I did everything to support her emotional development, both as father and as her lover, and that whatever lines I'd allowed us to cross did not cause her to suffer as she continued to mature.

Thoughts like those sometimes became complicated, as is easy to imagine. I was incestuous with my daughter, something which, while exciting as fantasy, I knew was usually abusive both physically and mentally to the child. My own perspective, certainly biased and subjective, found no such abuse, but I suspect that most men in my situation would say the same, even as their daughters and sons suffered from the abuse. I tried to think about how things had progressed with Orchid, tried to consider if, perhaps, I was missing that what we'd done wasn't as loving and wonderful, even as it was certainly taboo and, at times, scary. I found nothing of concern beyond the acts themselves, and in some ways, that alone was enough to make me worry.

The warmth of my daughter's body brought me back to the present. She showed no sign of feeling the negative aspects of what we did as she stirred and her eyes opened narrowly to look at my face. Orchid smiled and said quietly, “Hey, Dad...”

“Sorry, didn't mean to wake you,” I whispered, “just wanted to hold you on your birthday. Happy birthday,” I added, kissing Orchid's lips.

“Mmm,” she purred lightly, “thanks... hey, what's that poking my side...”

I throbbed as her fingers brushed my cock. I usually slept naked, and I'd shed my robe just before sliding into bed next to her. “Maybe,” I said quietly, “we should let Maria sleep...”

“I'm awake,” the nineteen-year old said, raising her head slightly to see over Orchid's body, “no need to stop because of me...” When Orchid turned towards her, Maria kissed her and the delicate, wet sounds of their lips meeting were simply magical.

Orchid turned onto her side, away from me as she kissed Maria, the nineteen-year old's hands moving over my daughter's naked body. Like me, Orchid preferred to sleep nude, and as she pushed back against me, my hard penis came to rest between her buttocks. My daughter moved her hips slowly, stroking me with her soft flesh, then reached her hand back, grasped my penis and pushed it lower, the heat of her fourteen-year-old vagina soon settling gradually over my length.

My daughter moaned as she took me into her body. Maria's hand was between Orchid's legs, and as I began to gently fuck my daughter from behind, I felt the nineteen-year old's fingers dancing over Orchid's clit. I held my daughter's hip and kissed the back of her neck, Maria's lips moving lower to suck on Orchid's swollen breasts.

Like that, we made love together. There was no urgency, just three lovers sharing gentle moments before the dawn. Orchid came first, and I could feel her vagina clenching around my penetration as she moaned into the darkness, her arms holding Maria's head tight against her chest. I stroked slowly, letting her orgasm linger long after it peaked, not wanting the pleasure my daughter was feeling to ever be extinguished.

I would have probably held off all morning had Orchid not turned her head back towards me and whispered, “Cum in me, Dad...”

I strained to give her what she wanted. If my orgasm the night before against Dahlia's stomach had been a build up of raw desire and power and domination, my climax with Orchid was sensitive and gentle, a careful boil brought about through slow movements and a deep love of my daughter.

My cock spurted strongly in measured waves, my ejaculation intense but restrained. I moaned against Orchid's neck as I filled my daughter's vagina with my warm, sticky semen.

Before I was done orgasming, Maria's fingers were stroking Orchid's womanhood again, and as my cum splashed against my daughter's cervix, her hips rolled, moving her up and down my spurting shaft, soon building and tensing to her second straining climax. Maria's fingers were magical, as I knew very well, and she seemed to have a knack for hitting a rhythm which brought Orchid's orgasms crashing in with little effort.

Semen was slipping around my half-hard cock as I held my daughter from the back and Maria did the same from her front. My dick involuntarily throbbed from time-to-time, and Orchid's vagina clenched each time in response, sending a bit more jism out of her silky purse to run down my shaft and balls before pooling between our bodies on the sheet.

“Mmm,” Orchid said sleepily, “that is the way I like to be wished a happy birthday.”

- - -

We dozed together another hour or two before Orchid had to pee and left Maria and I to slowly gather ourselves and roll out of bed. I kissed the nineteen-year old and thanked her for helping me wake Orchid that way. The room smelled lightly of young pussy and warm semen, and as we kissed, I started to massage Maria's breasts. She stopped me gently, saying her breasts were a bit sore that morning, though she wanted to pick things up later as we celebrated Orchid's birthday. I kissed her again and ignored the way my cock rose and pointed towards the beautiful young Latina's pregnant pussy.

Dahlia was already up when I left Maria and Orchid to their showers and after a kiss and an explanation for why I hadn't been in bed when she arose, I poured coffee and helped her make breakfast. Waffles with honey and whipped cream was a favorite of Orchid's, and along with a fresh fruit salad, the breakfast came together quickly, just in time for Lily, Orchid, and Maria to join us in the dining room.

The girls were all excited, despite the early hour, and after eating, we handed out presents to the birthday girl. Orchid was thrilled to get the locket and put it on immediately, then looked oddly at the video game when she unwrapped it. I could tell she didn't want to show her disappointment that she'd be unable to play it on her laptop. Lily just giggled since she knew what was coming. The powerful desktop from Dahlia and me came next, and Orchid started to go hook it up in her room.

“Forgetting something?” I said before she left.

“Huh?” Orchid responded, confused.

“Still a couple of presents left...”

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “I did forget! Did they arrive already?”

I smiled as Dahlia passed her the gift bag which contained the two outfits Orchid had wanted. Lily and Maria peered closely, excitement on their faces.

“Can't wait to see you in that, Orchid!” Maria told her, “so sexy!”

“Can I get one like that?” Lily asked her mother.

“Perhaps,” Dahlia responded, “when it's your birthday.”

“Gah!” Lily said, crossing her arms, “I don't want to wait that long...”

“We'll see, Lily. Remember,” Dahlia said firmly, “this is Orchid's day.”

“I know,” Lily pouted, but just a for a second or two, then she smiled and said, “wanna go try the game?”

Orchid nodded and the two girls raced upstairs to hook up the computer.

“Those were really nice gifts from you two,” Maria said warmly, “I think Orchid was shocked to get the computer.”

“We tried to keep it secret,” Dahlia replied, “her old laptop is slow as molasses.”

Maria didn't respond and I realized something I'd missed. “You need a computer, Maria. With everything you need to do for the guest house and the estate, that phone of yours won't cut it.”

She shrugged, “it's okay. I'll manage. You let me use yours when I need to.”

“I think a birthday can come early,” I said with a smile. I took Maria's hand and brought her to me for a kiss, then pulled Dahlia in for another. We hugged together a moment and I let the love and warmth from two of my favorite women soak into me.

Maria looked at us in turn, then said, “I'd really like to go for a walk. Anyone want to join me?”

“I do,” Dahlia replied, “it's cold out there, but nothing I can't handle.”

“Same,” I added, “shall I grab a blanket or two in case we want to sit awhile?”

Dahlia nodded, and as they put on heavier clothing, I pulled a couple of our hiking blankets out of the storage area and threw waters and the rest of the fruit salad into a small cooler. I let Orchid and Lily know what we were up to, the girls waving at me as they finished getting the computer plugged in, then I joined my pregnant lovers at the back door. Together, we headed out into the trees.

There is nothing like being surrounded by natural beauty. Even in winter, the mountains of Virginia are full of lush pines and firs, the sounds of a light breeze and skittering critters crunching on fallen leaves adding to the enjoyment. We walked east a ways and then meandered to the south, soon finding the stream which had yet to freeze over completely. Each exhalation sent foggy vapors into the chilly air, and I kept my hands in my jacket pockets to keep them warm.

We sat down beside the creek for a half hour or so, talking quietly and huddling together for warmth. Maria got cold and left Dahlia and I to return to the house.

“So, about last night,” I said when Maria had been gone a few minutes.

“Mmm... yes,” Dahlia purred, leaning back against me with my arms and legs holding her body, “something different for us, yes?”

“Very. What do you think about it today?”

She paused a moment, then replied, “The same as I did then. I'm getting wet right now remembering how much I liked it. And,” she added, shifting her hips side-to-side a few times, “I'm pretty sure that isn't a stick poking me in the back.”

“Definitely not a stick,” I agreed. “I had no idea how much I would enjoy that. Listen, I don't really want to hurt you and I'm honestly somewhat unsure about enjoying what we did, but I... I want to do it again... soon.”

“Nothing to worry about, Brent. If I didn't love it, I'd have said so. I'd say so now, in fact. But... Being dominated like that... It made me feel, I dunno, strong, somehow, like... I could take it and ask for more. Like I was letting myself be out of control more than I'm used to, and I found that sensation, of letting you control me, made me feel powerful, too. I think I came harder than I can remember.”

“We should definitely see about getting our play room set up once Heather and her kids have gone.”

“Heather,” Dahlia repeated, the tone of her voice changing, “I'd almost forgotten they were coming.”

“Four days from now.”

“We should definitely go over things with Maria and the girls. Make sure they know what we must hide, and... what we refuse to hide.”

“Agreed,” I replied, “there's nothing to hide between us and Maria, of course, but the girls... that's another matter. They've been really amazing at keeping that private so far, but it might be easy to do something too revealing in the safety of home. Let's put that off for a day or so, Orchid's birthday is important today.”

“Absolutely,” Dahlia confirmed.

“I think we need a new vehicle,” I said, completely changing the subject.

“Oh?” She replied, resting her head on my left shoulder. “What for?”

“We don't really have anything to drive in the worst of weather, and we're going to have that here. My SUV can do alright most of the time, but we need something that can get up and down these roads, and the driveway, when the snow is deep and wet. Would hate for it to pour down this weekend and not be able to get Heather and her kids up here, or to have them stranded here if we get one of those once- or twice-in-a-season snows.”

“Good points. What were you thinking?”

I told her about a heavy SUV I'd been looking at online which could carry eight passengers plus gear, specially designed to maneuver in rough, wet terrain. It was a true sport utility vehicle unlike most of the ones which catered to families driving mostly on asphalt.

“The have a few of them in stock in town. I want to go down tomorrow to pick one out. We've got snow forecast pretty much every day for the next week. It's gonna be tomorrow or take our chances on not getting down the mountain.”

“I'll go with you,” Dahlia replied. “By the way... I've never asked if Maria drives. She's never mentioned it, and I know she had no car in Key West since she walked everywhere.”

“No idea, we should ask. Don't want her trying to learn up here, not at first. Tricky enough with experienced hands.”

“Speaking of experienced hands,” Dahlia said, wiggling her butt again, “I'd love to get off right now. Care to help?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I slid my hands from my lovers thighs down over her crotch, the rough fabric of her pants making it impossible to feel her soft folds beneath. But the heat of her genitals flowed into me and she purred her approval as I unzipped her and slid a hand inside her panties. I found Dahlia's hairy snatch already wet and sticky, and I rubbed her juices up and down her slit a moment, teasing her erect clit and drawing moans from her lips.

I kissed Dahlia's neck just above the coat she wore, nibbling on her ear as my fingers circled her hard nub. She brought her knees up and started to thrust and roll her hips as she built quickly. I slid a finger into her vagina, then two, rubbing the rough, upper flesh of her channel, pressing against it firmly with each stroke, letting my palm slide over her clit.

Dahlia bucked and ran a hand back to my head, running it quickly through my hair. She started to cry out. I loved to hear the sounds of her pleasure in the outdoors, a faint echo coming back, delayed, adding to the effect. She moaned louder and I pushed my fingers deep into her pregnant cunt. Her hard clit rubbed against my hand and she started to shudder, trembling. “Oh, Brent... yes... yes... YES... OOOOHHH... UHNNN...”

Slick fluids ran down my fingers and into her panties as Dahlia came, her body jerking as I listened to her cries bouncing off the trees and surrounding ridges. I doubted anyone else was close enough to hear, but if they were, they heard the sounds of a woman caught up in a drenching orgasm. I slowed my movements as her body started to relax, holding her genitals, one finger still kept inside her vagina. She turned back to kiss me and pulled my hand out of her pants, bringing it between us and sharing the creamy fluids with me, our tongues lapping and twirling together, the taste of her pussy pungent and tangy.

Dahlia pushed me onto my back and had my fly down in seconds. My cock throbbed in the cold air a moment before her warm fingers took hold. Her lips slid down my shaft and the heat of Dahlia's mouth consumed me.

“Mmm,” she purred, then pulled an inch or two away, “I taste Orchid's pussy on you...”

I closed my eyes when Dahlia's lips took me in again, thrusting up with her movements, and let an intense orgasm build quickly. I cried out moments later, no concern for the way my grunts and moans were sent off down the ridge to unknown ears. I filled Dahlia's mouth with my cum in quick, powerful jets. She swallowed every drop, letting my cock rest against her tongue when I became too sensitive for her to move any longer.

It was hard to catch my breath in the cold air, but slowly I did, and Dahlia lay on top of my body after tucking my penis back in my pants. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and kissed her late into the morning. We only left when we were so cold that our bodies were no longer able to warm each other.