Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

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

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

	- Tan white skin, 5'9, 155lbs, 38D breasts, shoulder-length wavy brown hair, green eyes

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

	- Dark-tan skin, 4'5, 70lbs, mid-back wavy brown hair, dark eyes, Native American features

I sat in Dulles International Airport hoping that the last flight to Roanoke wasn't cancelled. It had been delayed three times due to the weather, and I was resigning myself to the fact that I was going to spend Thursday night sleeping with thousands of others who were stranded and awaiting travel elsewhere.

That morning, I'd roused Orchid and we had gotten a lot done. We ran by a clothing store, where I'd had my daughter pick out as many panties and bras as she wanted. She ended up with about a dozen of each and practically purred her excitement at putting on fresh underwear.

We met the freight haulers who arrived a few minutes early and saw Orchid's belongings stored on the truck. I drove her to Tacoma and said goodbye to my sweet girl. She was tearful, but I promised her she'd be safely in Virginia in a few days.

Before heading to the airport, I stopped by the courthouse and learned that they had moved Malory to the psychological hospital early. I didn't have time to drop in and see her, so I left a message with the receptionist to have someone call me when there was an update, and to let Mal know that Orchid was fine and with me.

My flight finally boarded and around midnight I was touching down in Roanoke. A half hour drive had me home, exhausted. I called Orchid's cell phone but she didn't answer, so I left her a message saying I'd made it safely and would talk to her the next day.

I chucked my bags in the corner and collapsed on the bed. I remembered, then, that I'd snagged something of Orchids when she wasn't watching. I pulled the stained yellow bra and soiled panties out of my suitcase and quickly jerked off sniffing the panties and thinking about how my daughter had worn the cum-filled bra.

- - -

Friday came about and I had surprising energy. Oh, I was tired, of course, but I needed to get some things done before Orchid arrived. I spent the entire day cleaning and moving things around. The spare bedroom had served as storage for so long it looked more like a big closet. I moved things out to the garage and into the attic, other items down into the basement.

I cleaned the bedroom, bought some fresh sheets and pillows for the bed. I cleaned up the one bathroom in the house, scrubbed the kitchen, the floors, even dusted a bit, a first for me. I picked up toothpaste, bubble bath, the deodorant she used. I tried to make it as soft a landing as I could.

Getting her enrolled in school was tough. I lived in a rural place, almost an hour from the junior high school. There was a bus that ran, but that time of year, late April, it was impossible to get the route changed to accommodate her. I enrolled her anyway and would worry about how to get her there later. I figured she would take the first week off, then jump in if possible.

I called her mid-afternoon. She was melancholy but hanging in there. Helena had taken her to a horse show, which had cheered the girl up a bit, and was taking her to dinner that evening. I talked to Helena briefly and offered to pay for everything, but she refused and said she was enjoying the company. She promised she'd have Orchid on the flight Monday morning.

By the time I collapsed Friday night, I was totally exhausted, but, in a lot of ways, very excited to have my daughter coming to stay. I missed her like any father would miss his child. After the tough situation she'd been in, it felt great to offer her a chance to get away from the fear and the pain.

I had to deal with the sexual attraction. I wanted to be a kind dad, not an abusive one, not a predator. I knew it was asking too much of myself to stop smelling her panties, I was hooked on that. But I could avoid giving in to the things that might risk going beyond that line.

Strange to think about now, but at the time, I thought the best way to head off the problem was to go back to the campsite and see if Dahlia was still there. I know, what the fuck, Brent! But somehow I rationalized that if I could talk to her, figure out what sorts of triggers and red flags she'd seen before she shared her bed with her daughter, I might be able to simply avoid that with Orchid. Stupid, I know, but my head was a confusing place in those days and that's the solution I sought out on Saturday.

House cleaned and ready for my new roommate, I packed up my SUV and made the long drive north to the campsite I'd been at the weekend before. I knew before I arrived that it might be a difficult situation, the way I'd left without saying anything. The way I left so freaked out and horrified and turned on.

I pulled up to the camp and saw Dahlia's fifth-wheel but the truck was gone. Chairs were draped with towels around a barely-smoking fire, so it appeared they were only gone temporarily. I wondered what Dahlia had made of my leaving, and I steeled myself to deal with that conversation.

I set up my tent, planned only to stay one night, giving me most of a day to do any prep I needed to do for Orchid. I roasted corn and put chicken wings into a small deep-fryer and settled in with a beer.

The truck pulled up in the late afternoon and parked back from the campsite. Dahlia saw me and paused briefly before walking up. She wore a white riding skirt over tight tan riding pants. Her face was tight, sad. “Hey...”

“Dahlia... I'm sorry... I...”

“Brent... stop. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It went too far, I know, I know that. I'm so sorry. I should never have let that happen with you. You listened and made me feel not so alone for a while, that should have been enough. I was selfish, hoping to share more with you, but...”

“Ok, ok. We're both sorry. Look... I still do not know how to handle it, ok? I mean...”

Lily walked up to us, looked at me, smiled, said, “Hiya,” before stripping off her clothes and dunking into the water. Dahlia sighed, looked remorseful.

Quiet silence descended. Neither of us knew how to start. I finally asked, “So... you two do anything fun... uh, anything interesting this week?”

“We went to ride horses today. Lily loves riding horseback, as do I. Bit sore from it, really. But love it. Two days ago we walked the path that goes up to Kane Creek, you know that one?” I did. “We almost didn't make it back before sunset, and Lily got a tick bite we had to treat. Otherwise, just been me and her... just us, you know, being ourselves.”

I assumed that meant they'd had sex several times, but that wasn't unexpected from what I already knew. “Crazy week for me.”

She raised an eyebrow, “oh?”

I told her about the call I had gotten from Orchid, about flying to Seattle and confronting Malory. By the time I got to the scene in the medical ward, Dahlia was distraught and crying. I knew she'd seen so many children in similar situations, and her broken heart was genuine and distressed. “Oh, Brent... She's so lucky you are there for her. So what now?”

“She's flying out on Monday. I'd have had her out sooner but the flights were booked. She's going to live with me now.” Lily was splashing and singing in the creek as we talked. “Gonna be different, but I'm looking forward to it. She's a great girl.”

Dahlia looked at me sideways. “So... how are you going to handle... you know, how you feel, about her?”

“Gonna avoid it. She has enough bullshit in her life, she doesn't need me being a creep. It's tough, though, you know? I know you understand. I... I smelled her panties while I was there.” I felt compelled to share my secret with Dahlia. “Wait here, I need to show you something.”

I fetched the yellow bra and panties my daughter had worn, the panties I'd sniffed, the bra she'd worn with cum in it. It was my way of trying to get it out of my system, to get past it, get over it. Not need it so badly. I thought it would help me find my daughter less arousing if I didn't keep it bottled up, didn't hide the fixation. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I pulled the underwear out and sat down, turning them over in my hands.

“She... she wore these... The first night, I smelled her panties and came in her bra. I had no idea she would put them back on, but after I got out of the shower, can you imagine my horror when I saw her wearing them? My cum was in her bra, she had to know!”

“Oh, no! Did she say anything?”

“Nothing! She had to know... She wore them all the next day. Look,” I handed her the bra, “the cum was stained and dried like that the next day, I know it was on her breasts when she wore them all night.”

Dahlia looked at them, sniffed them. “I can smell you on them, but also... her.”

I nodded. “Try these...”

The woman took the panties, no longer moist, but still fragrant. She looked at the dried discharge in the crotch, brought them to her nose, and inhaled. Dahlia shivered and inhaled again and again. She looked at me. “Would you fuck me right now? Please...”

I couldn't say no. I'd just shared my thirteen-year old's soiled panties with the woman, shared her personal, most intimate aroma with someone I barely knew. Of course I fucked her.

I nodded, took her hand, led her to the camper. Lily splashed down in the water as we climbed into the bed. Dahlia held tightly to Orchid's panties, inhaling them, breathing through them. I peeled off her riding pants, pulled down her panties. I noticed the crotch was wet and slick, thick white discharge all along. Dahlia had creamed herself riding the horses, it seemed.

Her pants down to her knees, I straddled her body, kissed her, pulled my pants down below my ass. My penis was hard and sprang free, slapping against her stomach. I pushed my knees back, leaned forward, and found her entrance with my cock. Her trimmed labia were very slick and creamy, and I slid easily into the woman, her legs otherwise pressed together between mine.

The position made her tight and made my thrusts shallow. I humped her fast, my daughter's panties between our noses as we inhaled Orchid's private scent. Dahlia came quickly, shuddering and sniffing and letting me pound her. I held her down with my weight, a bit of my wanting her to know that I was in control, that I was the one who would decide what I allowed in my sex life. It was completely due to wanting to convince myself I had control of me.

Dahlia's body trembled and it didn't take long for her to orgasm a second time as I humped her pussy. She creamed her vagina, slickness frothing and running down her thighs. I slammed myself into her, bellowed my thrill, inhaled my daughter's odors, and ejaculated strongly into Dahlia's vagina. Pound, pound, pounds, squirt, squirt, squirt, pound, squirt, I unleashed my load in the woman forcefully. I came so hard my balls ached afterwards.

I held her trapped, had unknowingly held her arms to her sides and prevented her movement. Her eyes were wide, my daughter's panties draped over her face as I held her down. My cock throbbed in her cunt, leaking sperm and pulsating. Dahlia breathed heavily, restrained, my semen fiery and slick inside her.

I snapped out of my trance and got off her, zipped my pants, and sat down heavily on the bench seat. Dahlia laid there a moment, Orchid's panties still covering her face. I was too awash in post-orgasmic euphoria to consider all the conflicting feelings I had at that moment.

She rose slowly, grabbed the panties and sniffed them twice more, holding the last lungful in a long time. Dahlia tossed them to me silently. I put Orchid's underwear in my pocket, tried to catch my breath.

The woman came over and sat beside me, put her hand on my thigh. “That was... the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Orgasms. I've never... other than Lilian's... I've never smelled anyone else that way. Orchid's scent is so wonderful...”

I nodded, couldn't disagree.

“Hey! Where is everybody!” Lily's light voice called over the camp.

“I should go back to her, didn't tell her we were going to disappear...”

Dahlia pulled up her panties and riding pants, my sperm squishing into the crotch, then kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Brent... for sharing your daughter with me. That was wonderful.” She left me to sit in the camper and chase my thoughts.

She didn't get it, what I wanted from what I had done. I wanted to let go, to get over the attraction I had to my daughter's scents. To my daughter, period. Instead, after seeing how aroused Orchid's aroma had made Dahlia, I wanted her more. Goddammit!