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, 20 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, 20 weeks pregnant

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

If Orchid had noticed that her mom didn't call on her birthday, she didn't mention it to me. I hoped she'd forgotten, honestly. I was angered, on behalf of my daughter, but only mildly. I knew Malory was dealing with severe emotional and mental issues, and it was too much to expect her to do the compassionate and rational thing. Still, a thirty-second 'happy birthday' would have been nice. Maybe she had not made progress since I spoke to her. Maybe she had regressed. Whatever was going on, it was up to me to ensure Orchid's life moved on and that she didn't get stuck trying to fix the broken relationship with her mother.

Light snow was falling by the time we finished breakfast. Dahlia and I gave the younger girls the last homework assignments of the month and told them to have it completed before they started gaming that day. We both knew it would be a miracle if that actually happened, but it was a light assignment and more to get in one last lesson before we gave them a few weeks off for the holidays.

The snow continued to fall as Dahlia and I drove down to Roanoke, carefully picking our way down the steep declines and across breezy straightaways. The slick roadway and the building layer of icy frozen stuff on top were making the need for our errand that much more obvious.

The Toyota dealership was open and a friendly saleswoman smiled as she slipped on a coat and showed us what was in stock. I'd been deciding between a few models and opted for the Land Cruiser. It had everything I thought we needed: seating for up to eight people, great traction and off-road responsiveness, comfort, and a heavy towing capacity.

They had six of the newest models in stock, and after a quick test drive, Dahlia and I debated color. I didn't much care, honestly, but Dahlia liked the color they called Brandywine Mica. It looked like a dark, reddish brown to me, but I liked it well enough. An hour later, we drove the car off the lot, paid in full. I'd never in my life been able to do such a thing, and it made me feel quite unreal to not even worry about the small dent it put in my savings.

The snow had slowed by midday, so Dahlia and I stopped for lunch at the small Chinese restaurant near the edge of town. It offered the typical cookie-cutter sort of Americanized Chinese food, and though I preferred the more traditional Asian restaurants, this place had never served me a poorly-made meal, and I rather liked their beef and broccoli.

We talked about the upcoming visit of Dahlia's sister and her kids.

“She's been rather... odd... on the phone lately,” Dahlia said between mouthfuls of shrimp fried rice. “More so than usual.”

“How so?”

“I dunno. Evasive, maybe. I ask her how things are going, she stutters and doesn't really answer straight, then changes the subject. I ask about her kids, and she just goes quiet a moment before I hear that tone in her voice which suggests she's not being honest about something. I dunno what it is.”

“Maybe it's the trip out to see you. Maybe she's having some doubts or is anxious about it. Perhaps she doesn't know how to take me, or what we're doing here.”

“Maybe so,” Dahlia admitted, “but just wait till I tell her about Maria. That can wait until she's here, of course, but I doubt that will do anything but send her into one of her Jesus-Loves-You-But-Hates-Your-Sin moments. God, I've heard so many of those over the years.”

“You'd think a Mormon woman, of anyone, could appreciate having more than one love interest.”

Dahlia shook her head, “It's not really like that, Brent, not with the mainline Mormons, anyway. Most of the polygamists are fringe these days, at least the mainliners aren't terribly openly in support. Heather is more like a Baptist fundamentalist. She just couches it in LDS language. Anti-gay, everything is sin, the man runs the household. All that bullshit I'm so glad I got away from years ago.”

“I dunno, I could go for running the household,” I said mockingly, “might do for you to start listening to me more often.”

Dahlia glared at me again, then gave me smug grin, “Make sure you repeat that for all the women in your life to hear when we get home. I'm sure they'll be thrilled to fall in line behind you.”

I laughed, “I should just accept that I'm damned lucky to be allowed to live in the same house with any of you, honestly, let alone get to do the things you let me do with you.”

Dahlia leaned over the table and kissed me, “And don't you ever forget that.”

- - -

Dahlia drove my old SUV and I drove the new one back home. The snow didn't pick back up until just before we got to the house, so the drive wasn't too difficult. The new wheels handled like a dream, and it was tough to tell the back roads were even the slightest bit frozen-over. We'd brought take-out home for the girls, and after checking out the new SUV parked in the garage, they settled into the den to eat. They promised they'd finished the homework assignment, and after a quick check of what had been done, Dahlia and I freed them for their long holiday vacation.

My fiance and I started setting up the two guest rooms for Heather and her kids. We had a room set aside on the main level for Dahlia's sister, and another on the second level near the master. The latter was the room we'd use as the nursery, but until needed, it served as a guest room and featured a queen-sized mattress and a low, soft couch. Heather's teen children would need to share the bed unless one or both wanted to sleep on one of the many couches or comfortable chairs in the house, which we thought was just fine, as well.

We ensured we had blankets and extra comforters in each room, towels and washcloths pulled into the guest bathroom. We dusted and vacuumed, added framed pictures of the surrounding woods and ridges which Dahlia had made the week I was in Key West, and with a little effort, we were all ready for our guests' arrival in about three days.

After a late lunch, Dahlia and I sat reading on the library's lower level, her warmth pressed against me as she sat with her legs on the couch, her head in my lap, holding a book about evolutionary psychology above her head. I'd been tearing through a novel about the French Army during the battle of Verdun in World War I. Maria was napping while Lily and Orchid were huddled in Orchid's bedroom playing the new video game.

The quietness was part of what made the house so lovely at times. Sure, there were often sounds of laughter, girls chattering, meals being made, and, of course, cries of pleasure, and those were great, too. But the house was quiet most of the time. Even the sounds of a storm front moving through, trees shivering in the frosty gusts, did little more than provide white noise just outside the windows. There was a sort of hum to the house, low and soothing, partially from the heat pump's efforts, but, I liked to believe, a spirit of sorts that lived within the structure. Perhaps not a real entity, but I felt it, nonetheless, and I let out a long sigh of contentment, still not fully certain I wouldn't one day wake up from a dream about the last few months to find that all the good things in my life, my daughter, Dahlia, Lily and Maria, the new house, were just figments of an overburdened imagination flourishing in dream. If this was a dream, I hoped never to wake up.

“When was the last time you watched porn?” Dahlia asked, breaking the soothing quiet.

“Huh?” I responded, caught off guard.

“You know, porn. People fucking on film,” she replied with a grin.

“Uh, I dunno. Before I met you, I suppose.”

“Same here,” Dahlia said, “I used to watch it sometimes.”

“As did I, probably more than sometimes during those long dry spells. Why do you ask?”

“The book I'm reading talks about how humans are visually stimulated,” Dahlia explained, “that seeing other people having intercourse probably made us more likely to mate ourselves, that we're hardwired to watch porn because our ancestors reproduced more often when they could see others having sex.”

I nodded, “sounds reasonable to me.”

Dahlia was quiet a moment, then asked, “when you did watch it, what did you like?”

I thought a moment, “pretty much anything mainstream, I suppose. Teens, anal, milfs, creampies, lesbians. All the things I get to do and see now with you and the girls, that's what I watched... sex with underage girls excluded, obviously.”

“I watched all that,” Dahlia continued, “and I loved watching watersports, too, sometimes bondage, spanking... I wonder how much of that I can chalk up to genetics...”

“No idea,” I responded, “hard to imagine that pissing on each other helps with reproduction, but... definitely a turn on for me. I've enjoyed the few times we've played like that, though we haven't gone as far as I have with Orchid.”

“I remember. You pissed in her mouth, if I recall,” Dahlia said, setting her book down a moment. “I'd love to do that with you, Brent, one day, but perhaps not while I'm carrying our child...”

“Yeah, agreed. No reason to take a chance of making you sick... but... if you wanted to pee on me and in my mouth...”

“Mmm... maybe soon. I'll keep that in mind for when I'm ready...”

I kissed her forehead and then she rolled towards me, my penis poking through my pajama bottoms and against her cheek.

“Do you think our daughters have watched porn? Or Maria?” Dahlia asked, rolling her head so as to lightly tease my erection.

“No idea. I know Orchid's old laptop had content filters, so unless she figured out how to turn those off, which wouldn't surprise me, she didn't see anything on it. But the new desktop... we didn't put any filters there.”

“I doubt Lily ever saw any, either. I never watched it with her and I had set up a separate login on my laptop which had content filters, as well,” Dahlia said, “seems kinda silly, now, given what we've done with our daughters and the sexual things they've seen and done together. I have no idea about Maria, though... hard to imagine she hasn't watched some porn films.”

“Perhaps,” I suggested, “this might be a good evening to introduce them... down in the den with the big television?”

“Mmm... yeah, I think that might be fun... Maybe watch each other masturbate while we watch some hot scenes on screen? I'm kinda sore from all the fucking we've been doing the last couple of days, and Maria told me earlier that her legs were achy. Maybe some masturbation is in order...”

I smiled, “My lovely pervert. You couldn't be any more perfect for me, my Love.”

“We are perfectly perverted for each other, it seems...”

We kissed a moment, then I found the position of Dahlia's head on my crotch a bit uncomfortable and shifted slightly, letting my erection slide to one side of the woman's cheek.

“Trying to tell me something?” Dahlia teased, running a hand over my bulge.

“Yes and no. What can I say? You turn me on. Talking about our daughters and Maria turns me on. Thinking about jerking off with all the women I love turns me on.”

Dahlia laughed, “The wind blows and it turns you on.”

“Pretty much,” I replied, grinning.

“Don't worry, you know I'm the same way. I can't help playing with myself all the time. We're basically living a hedonistic fantasy, aren't we? You and me in love, in lust, our unbelievably sexually attractive daughters, our young Latin lover... maybe throw in a dark-skinned pool boy and a pale redhead or blonde with big boobs and we'd have them all covered.”

I laughed, “Well said. About that pool boy...”

Dahlia cut me off, “You'd object to me having a pool boy? The man who has four willing women ready to suck him off at a moment's notice?”

I shook my head, “not at all. In fact,” I admitted, “the idea of seeing you being fucked by another guy has me pretty turned on. I'd prefer... that that wait until after our child is born... for safety reasons, but after, if you want it... I'd not object so long as I know about it and can join in. Same as our agreement for me. It's only fair...”

“Mmm,” Dahlia purred, still stroking my bulge, “I think I might just like that. Don't worry, Brent, you're the only man I need, but if you're open to the idea, I'd certainly love to find me a dark-skinned young man to roll around with one day. Been a long time...”

“Long time?” I asked.

“Since I had a black or dark-skinned lover. Before my ex.”

“Ah... I've never had the pleasure. Certainly not opposed,” I said, “just never had the opportunity with a black woman.” I pictured Dahlia with a black man and found the idea exciting. “Gotta admit I'd enjoy seeing that, you and a black guy fucking... Well, let me back up. I'm turned on by you. Full stop. The black guy, or the blonde with a huge rack, or you with a tranny, hell, the details don't matter so long as you're involved.”

Dahlia laughed again. “Saying you love me, Brent?”

“In a twisted and perverted way, I am.”

She let out a long breath, “All this fantasizing is getting to me. I'm creaming my panties right now. Want to see what the girls are up to?”

“I'd love that,” I replied, “thoughts on what porno to watch?”

“Maybe something soft, to start with. You know, let's not just throw them into hardcore stuff. I know, probably pretty silly given what they do with us and each other, but... I think it would be sweet to show them something gentle and lovely at first.”

“I know a few like that. You go check on the girls, I'll get my laptop hooked up to the TV in the den.”

- - -

The girls were already up and each was eager to see what surprise Dahlia and I had waiting in the den. Orchid came down, dressed again in her outfit from the day before, including the well-soiled panties she'd worn. I could smell stale sex when I leaned in to kiss her. God, my daughter was a hottie, and the lingerie just enhanced her beauty and attractiveness.

Lily wore only a pair of white cotton panties, her young breasts bouncing softly as she came down the steps. A wet spot was obvious in the crotch of her underwear, the ten-year old's sex drive easily matching mine and Dahlia's.

Maria wore a kimono pulled around her shoulders, bare flesh underneath. Her lovely fur patch was easily visible, as was the soft cleavage between her breasts. I kissed her and the five of us settled down on the couches and chairs in the den, the television showing black screen for the moment.

“So, we've got a question first,” Dahlia said, “just curious, not judging anyone.” She paused for effect, then asked, “have any of you watched porn before?”

Lily shook her head immediately, and Maria nodded, unembarrassed, the Latina saying, “many times...”

Orchid hesitated, then admitted, “a couple of times... not in a year or so... My friend Gabby showed me some at her house when I was still in Seattle.”

“Brent and I have watched porn many, many times, though not since we've been together,” Dahlia explained, “we thought maybe you three might enjoy watching an adult scene or two and masturbating with us. I think we're all a bit worn out from the last couple of days, but I'm horny...”

“I'm horny!” Lily exclaimed, as if that was a fact that we didn't already know.

“Good,” Dahlia continued, “settle in, then. I think Brent has something picked out already.”

I grinned and dimmed the lights in the den, then clicked play on the laptop. The television screen flashed briefly, and then a scene opened with a young man and young woman sitting on the edge of the bed. I'd picked this scene from a series I'd watched over the years, it was a soft, romantic sort of porno where a real couple was filmed making love, usually with a creampie ending. They always made me very aroused, and I expected my lovers would find them enjoyable.

As I sat next to Dahlia on the couch, I glanced around me. Maria was in a comfy chair, leaning back, her legs swaying slowly from side-to-side, her kimono open, revealing her lovely body. My daughter was on the other side of the room in another chair, her hands resting on her thighs. She looked quite excited as she watched the scene begin. Lily was stretched out on the floor in front of me on her stomach, her tight little ass holding soft, beautiful curves under her panties, her face staring ahead towards the screen.

The couple were probably in their early-twenties, no older than college aged. The guy was tanned all over, his naked body showing easily as he sat next to his girlfriend, the man's pubes trimmed a bit, his half-hard penis resting along one thigh, over his prominent balls. The girl was a redhead, and I'd picked this scene because of her. I'd watched it years ago, and I remembered how beautiful the girl was, and I looked forward to the sweet sounds she made during intercourse. She had freckles all over her face, across her small, pale breasts, and down her arms. More freckles were sprinkled on her thighs and down her legs, a sparse few across her slender abdomen. Hints of her coppery pubes could be seen where her closed thighs met.

A woman behind the camera asked the couple a few questions. How long have you been together? “Two years,” the boy said. Have you ever been filmed together like this? “No,” the boy replied. Are you excited to know other people will watch you having sex? The girl nodded and said, “I'm already wet...”

The boy, named Ross, blushed a bit and the girl, Mary, giggled. The camerawoman could be heard offering them calm reassurances that she'd not be heard from again, that her only role was to capture their lovemaking on film, that they were free to enjoy each other however they wanted.

The couple sat nervously a moment before the boy leaned toward Mary and kissed her. There was no soundtrack to obscure the sounds the couple made, and the microphone easily picked up the wet, smacking of their lips and tongues moving together.

Ross began to fondle Mary's small breasts, kneading them gently, caressing her tender flesh. She started to moan very lightly into his mouth, and her thighs parted ever-so-slightly. Her copper pubes were easily seen now in the high-definition film, the hint of her pale, pink labia underneath. Ross's penis was throbbing to life and was hard by the time Mary began to stroke him.

I looked around to see all eyes watching the action. No one was yet masturbating, everyone taking in the scene as it slowly became more and more explicit.

Ross leaned back on the bed and Mary kissed her way from his lips to the boy's stomach, one hand holding his hard penis, stroking it every-so-often. I could hear the boy breathing and he sucked in his breath when Mary slipped his cock into her pale, pink lips. Wet, sucking noises were the only sounds then, and for the next several minutes, Mary bobbed her head up and down Ross's length, the boy's hard penis longer than I remembered, easily seven inches, not particularly thick, but it looked perfect when held in Mary's mouth.

Dahlia was caressing her own breasts as she watched, and I heard a soft sigh as Orchid started to masturbate, her fingers sliding over the sheer, soiled panties hugging her crotch. Lily was still motionless, staring at the screen. Her legs had spread, though, and I had a good view of the ten-year old's wet spot in the gusset of her panties. She was quite excited, and the wet spot was spreading.

Maria caught me watching her and smiled, then looked at where I'd started to slowly stroke my cock with my fist. It caused her to bring her own hand down to her genitals and play lightly against her flesh. I took in the sight a moment, then turned back to the screen.

Mary had just risen over Ross's body, facing towards the camera and away from the boy's head. Her hips straddled his, and grasping Ross's shaft, she settled down, taking his long cock inside her vagina slowly. I loved the contrast of his purplish-red dick and her pale thighs and copper pubes. Mary's head rose and her eyes closed as she started to hump her lover.

That got Lily going. The ten-year old ran an arm under her body and started to hump against her hand. I could see that she'd slipped fingers into her panties, masturbating while watching the couple having sex on screen. Dahlia was moaning, too, and I felt myself grow harder. I didn't want to cum quickly, so I kept a slow but steady rhythm jerking off, glancing from my lovers to the screen and back around the room.

Sounds on screen began to be drowned out by those of us masturbating. Mary crawled off Ross and lay down on her back, the boy quickly sliding between her beautiful, pale thighs to eat her pussy. Mary moaned in rhythm, and as we watched and got more turned on, the young woman climaxed loudly in a sweet stream of sighs and moans and shuddering jerks.

Precum was slipping out of the tip of my dick and it made my fingers slippery. I smelled pussy suddenly, and saw that Dahlia was dipping two or three fingers between her legs, drawing them out to taste them, then returning again to finger herself. I love the smell of pussy so much, and it was even better when it was one of my lovers. More precum bubbled out of my cock and down my shaft.

When Ross rose over Mary, parting her thighs wide and sinking his long, hard penis into her pussy, Lily began to climax. Her little butt tensed as she humped her fingers. As usual, she made no sound as she came, but the way her body shuddered and rolled told me all I needed to know. Dahlia glanced at me smiling, then watched her daughter slow and stop trembling, though the girl did not remove her hand from her panties.

I was getting very close myself, but Maria came before I did. On screen, Ross was slowly fucking Mary, pressed down over her body, her legs up around his waist and crossed over his back, their lips together, her small, pale breasts squashed between their gyrating bodies. He was making love to his girlfriend, and neither Mary nor Ross seemed inhibited by the camera or the camerawoman capturing their mating. Their moans were light and sincere, the love between them matching the lust.

Mary's body seemed to engulf her lover, pulling Ross tighter to her, and it was clear the young man was getting close to release. Mary seemed to sense it, opening herself fully, inviting her lover to complete their mating with each small movement, each sweet moan.

I felt myself swelling with anticipation. When I masturbated over the years, I always enjoyed cumming whenever the guy did, imagining it was me inside whatever hot woman was being fucked. As Ross rose up slightly, pushing his hips forward against Mary's body, I knew he was about to cum, and I was edging, trying to hold off until he did.

Dahlia started to cry out, turned on, her hips rolling as her climax rushed in. I nearly spewed right then, and when my daughter let go seconds later, I couldn't stop a spurt of cum from firing off. I turned back to the screen, nearly frantic trying to hold off my ejaculation. Ross groaned and ground down, moved against Mary's pale body, again, again. Mary's sweet, breathless plea to “cum in me...” sent the young man over the edge, and I let go.

Ross ejaculated hard into Mary's pussy, and a spurt of cum shot out of my penis, splashing onto my stomach. I watched Mary's face as Ross filled her with semen, my dick spurting thick cream over and over, some of my sperm hitting my legs and arms, more of it raining down on my abdomen. By the time I had finished and sat buzzing with pleasure, good parts of my skin were dotted with globs of sticky jism, slightly warm on my flesh but quickly cooling. I closed my eyes and listened as the lovers on screen stayed locked together, Ross's cock surely still twitching in Mary's vagina, their lips pressed together in a wet, passionate kiss.

When I opened my eyes, my lovers all looked spent and happy. Dahlia and Orchid both had their legs splayed wide, hands draped lazily between thighs. Maria had leaned off to one side and looked content as she watched the final moments on screen. Lily had rested her head on her hands, still able to see the television, but no longer playing with herself.

I hadn't thought to grab a towel, so I sat there as Ross and Mary slowly decoupled, his cock shiny and still half-hard, streaks of his cum sticking to his shaft. Mary sat up and spun, offering a brief glimpse of the creampie leaking out of her swollen, hairy vagina. The couple sat on the edge of the bed, arms around each other, looking a bit sheepish but smiling.

The camerawoman's voice was heard finally. “That was simply perfect, you two. Thank you so much for sharing with us.”

The young couple nodded and looked at each other, giggling before sharing a wet kiss. The scene faded out to black and the video stopped.

The five of us sat quietly a moment. “Well?” Dahlia asked no one in particular.

“I love it!” Lily said quickly.

“Me too,” Orchid agreed, “I never thought it would be so much fun to watch something like that with others. With Gabby... we just watched... we didn't do anything together...”

“Maria?” I asked my young lover.

“Mmm... I still prefer someone else touching me, but... yeah, that was fun. I'd do it again sometime. Also,” she added, “that couple was very hot. Nice choice, Brent.”

“Agreed,” Dahlia said, turning to me, “one you've seen before, I take it?”

“Yes, I watched it a time or two over the years. They just have a lovely chemistry. Watching two people so obviously in love being intimate... that's just a big turn on for me.” I sat up slightly, causing the semen on my stomach to roll down towards my crotch. “Plus, that redhead is simply a beauty, yes?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Dahlia confirmed, “and Ross was quite a young stud, too.”

“Oh, yes,” Orchid chimed in, “I thought so as well.”

“Were you imagining that it was you he was fucking, Orchid?” I asked my daughter.

She tilted her head to the side in a half-shrug, “Yeah, I suppose.”

“Good. It's healthy to fantasize, I say,” I responded, “besides, one day you'll surely want someone other than your dad to fill you up like that.”

“No, uh, Dad, I...” Orchid was clearly concerned that I was hurt.

“Easy, Orchid. We've talked about this,” I cut in, “I won't be the only male lover you have in your life, at least I hope not. When you're ready, you'll want to experience other men, and women, most likely. And, with precautions, I think we will all encourage you to do that. No pressure, but... as much as I love being with you, being your first, being the only man to know you intimately... I want you to have experiences in your life beyond me... when you want that.”

“I feel the same. For all of you,” Dahlia added, “I'd only ask that, because of our close and... unorthodox... relationships, we talk about desires for others first, as a family, to make sure we are all comfortable. You don't need permission to do what you wish, but... I ask that, to keep all this open and successful, we talk first. Orchid, Lily, Maria: when the day comes when you meet someone else, talk to us. We're not going to lock you up to keep you only with us. Never will we do that. Sure, it might not be easy to accept that you might want intimacy with someone else, but... that's the only way this will work. You grow up, you need other experiences, and we're going to support you, so long as we talk first.”

“Well said,” I commended Dahlia, “couldn't agree more.”

“Me, too?” Maria spoke up. “I don't want to seek out anyone else. I only want you all. You'd want me to be intimate with someone outside our family?” She sounded slightly hurt.

“Maria, there is no pressure,” Dahlia said calmly. “If you never want that with anyone else, then we are most fortunate to be in the circle of those you trust to know you that way. But... one day... things might change. If that ever happens, let's just talk first, okay? I'm sure Brent and I, and Orchid and Lily, too, never want to lose you in any way, that we all want the closeness with you we love so much right now, but if you ever feel this isn't quite what you want, or if you find yourself wanting new relationships, I'm sure we can work that out with you in a way which preserves what we have and ensures you get what you need from the rest of the world. That's all I'm saying.”

“Ah... okay. For a minute there, I worried that you meant you'd be okay if I wasn't really your partner...”

“Never that,” I assured her, “never that. We've committed everything to you, Maria, I promise. There's no changing that. But... Dahlia called what we have 'unorthodox' and it isn't too much of a stretch to think that, perhaps, as our relationship grows and matures, you might find a need we can't meet, a role here which we can't quite fill for you. If that ever happens, I'd much rather you be honest and talk to us. Whatever it takes to make you happy, we'll do it. That goes for everyone.”

Maria smiled and replied, “okay. Yeah... I understand. I love you all so much. In fact,” she said, sliding out of the chair and crawling over to kneel in front of me, “let me show you, Brent, that I love you so much, I'll clean all that mess from your body.”

Lily giggled at Maria's words, and the Latin teen began to draw her tongue over the cool, sticky cum still on my flesh. Lily jumped into her mother's arms and kissed her, and Orchid slid onto the couch to snuggle between Dahlia and me.

Whatever this relationship might be called, however the rest of the world might judge us, I knew the truth of what we shared. I couldn't predict how things might yet turn out for Orchid and Lily as they got older and we ran the risk of them seeing our incestuous relationships in a less positive light, but I knew that, right then, all of us wanted what we had, we treasured each other, and even as Maria tickled my skin, lapping away the last of my cum, causing my cock to slowly fill with blood, I knew we'd probably not make it to bed before we were all consummating our feelings for each other in a very physical, loving way.