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

Heather, Female, 39

	- Sister of Dahlia, mother of Chime and Glade, aunt of Lily

	- 5'9, 145lbs, beige skin, light-brown wavy shoulder-length hair

Chime, Female, 16

	- Sister of Glade, daughter of Heather, niece of Dahlia, cousin of Lily

	- 5'7, 140lbs, beige skin, light-brown wavy hair neck-length hair

Glade, Male, 15

	- Brother of Chime, son of Heather, nephew of Dahlia, cousin of Lily

	- 5'8, 175lbs, beige skin, blonde straight ear-length hair

The snow continued to fall all through the night and into the next morning. Dahlia and I had left the girls to make the long drive down to Roanoke in difficult weather. It wasn't especially icy, thankfully, the snow light and not terribly wet. It made traction easier and kept us from slipping along the more treacherous passes. The Land Cruiser held its own nicely, and as we pulled onto the highway, which had already been traveled enough to have some cleared tracks, we had had no significant issues on the way.

“Nervous?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes. Excited, too... but nervous. I don't know what she'll say about Maria...”

I knew my fiance cared deeply about what her older sister thought about her. She'd explained, very briefly, about how she'd looked up to her sister and craved her affection, but I didn't really understand why Dahlia was so terrified of revealing to her sister the nature of our relationship. It had been hard enough for her to tell Heather that she was marrying me, and even more so when she called to say she was pregnant. Wherever the anxiety came from, it was weighing most heavily on my fiance as we neared the airport.

Dahlia checked the flight status on her phone and said, “two hours delayed. Gah. And that's just right now. This snow is not stopping any time soon.”

I groaned. There wasn't much we could do other than wait in the parking lot. Then I had a thought. “We haven't gotten them any gifts for Christmas.”

“Oh, God, Brent,” Dahlia exclaimed, “how could I have forgotten!?”

“Too much going on. Understandable, but perhaps the delay gives us some time to do some shopping. Plus,” I added, “I realize the main gifts we got Maria and the girls aren't exactly going to be easy to give them with Heather here.”

“The Feeldoes! And that outfit!” Dahlia said, looking flustered, “no main gifts for anyone!”

“We've got time. Let's hit the mall.” We'd pulled up an hour before the scheduled arrival, so we had about three hours to kill, and likely, the flight would be further delayed as the blanket of snow continued to cover a large area of Virginia and parts north and west.

The mall wasn't too far away and I set us off in that direction. “How much do you know about your niece and nephew?” I asked Dahlia. “Any ideas about what they might like?”

Dahlia shrugged, “not a whole lot, really. I've seen them many times over the years, but never spent much time with them, and Heather really doesn't talk about them all that much. I suppose that's rather odd, thinking about it.”

“Gift cards, then?” I suggested.

“Gift cards,” Dahlia agreed.

“And Heather?”

“She'd probably want something religious, but I just can stand the thought of feeding that nonsense, Brent. Let me think...” A moment later, Dahlia said, “candles?”

I gave a look she interpreted correctly.

“Okay, that's a terrible idea,” she conceded.

“Let's just wander around a bit, see what we might find for her. What about our girls? We've got a couple of very small gifts for each, but we can't give them their main ones in front of the others. Gift cards?” I asked again.

“No. We can do better than that for those three,” Dahlia replied.

I pulled up in the parking lot and moments later, we walked into the madhouse.

- - -

We'd managed to find a beautiful emerald and gold necklace which Dahlia thought her sister would like. We got gift cards for Chime and Glade. We'd yet to find anything for the other three.

A store caught Dahlia's eye and we walked into a large place which sold outfits and accessories which featured alternative and international styles. For Maria, Dahlia picked out a set in the Columbian section which featured a modestly-cut top and a tan skirt made from tight, faux-leather. She added a matching purse and stockings, as well as some hair pieces to complete the look.

The choice for Lily seemed obvious when Dahlia pointed it out. It was a Japanese schoolgirl outfit with a white top and a green-and-black plaid skirt. It wasn't sexualized or revealing, but I knew Lily would love it and I couldn't wait to see it on her. Stockings and other items were added, as well.

Orchid was more difficult. We didn't find anything we really liked for a while, but on our way out, we saw something I thought would be perfect. It was a sharp-looking yellow blouse which featured a thin black necktie and a long, snug-fitting skirt which would reach down to her calves. I couldn't wait to see it on her. Dahlia had a good eye for fashion, and I was thankful she also had a handle on the girls' sizes before we went shopping.

We still had at least an hour to kill, the arriving flight so far not delayed further, and Dahlia asked me, “Should we get Maria that computer for Christmas? As an early birthday present?”

I nodded. “I think so. She needs it, for sure. And Lily, too, I think.”

Dahlia shrugged, “Yeah. It would help with the homework we're giving them, I know.”

So we spent a half-hour in the computer store and left with robust laptops for both Lily and Maria. We also bought a couple of large monitors so that they could use bigger screens at their desks.

Dahlia checked her phone and brought up the flight app. “Looks like they got in the air and should be here in about forty-five minutes.”

“Then let's get this stuff loaded up. Hope they don't have too many suitcases.”

- - -

I pulled up to the curb where Dahlia pointed towards a woman and two teens standing amongst the crowd waiting for rides. Heather looked so much like Dahlia, it was eerie. She was roughly the same height, slender. Her hair was wavy, like Dahlia's, but a light-brown and down over her shoulders. Her jacket and clothing made it impossible to see more about her.

The girl beside her was of similar height. I assumed it was Chime, Heather's sixteen-year old daughter. The teen was pretty, her cheeks rosy and somewhat rounded, her light-brown hair loose over her thick coat. The boy on the other side of Heather must be Glade, the fifteen-year old. He was slightly taller than his sister, and looked much like her, though his blonde hair was lighter and cut closer to his head.

I parked the Land Cruiser and stepped out as Dahlia hugged her sister. I could see in Heather's eye a nervousness she couldn't hide. It seemed that the sisters were sharing an uneasiness about their reunion. “And this is Brent!” Dahlia exclaimed.

“Hello, Heather,” I offered.

The woman nodded and drew a tight smile. “Hello,” Heather said quickly. She didn't offer to hug me and I didn't force the issue. I shook her hand instead.

“Brent, this is Chime, and this is Glade. Can't believe how much they've grown up!” Dahlia told me.

“Hi,” I said to the teens.

They nodded and made sounds resembling acknowledgement. Both looked out of sorts. Perhaps it was the cold. Perhaps it was their mother's nerves.

Whatever it was, I piled their suitcases into the back. The Land Cruiser had enough room for all, and we piled in. Heather sat in the middle row by herself, her kids in the third. All were quiet as I drove us away from the airport.

“So good to see you, Heather! It's been way too long,” Dahlia said, breaking the silence.

“You too,” Heather replied, “I've been wanting to get away to see you. Just never seem to find the right time.”

“Long flight?” I asked.

In the rearview mirror, I saw Heather nod. She replied, “But not too bad, I suppose. Easy landing. That's the part that always scares me.”

Everyone grew quiet again. I could see Dahlia wringing her hands. My fiance glanced at me, nervously, and I smiled at her for reassurance.

Dahlia took a deep breath. “Heather, there's... there's something I wanted to talk to you about before we got to the house.”

“Okay...” her sister replied.

“Brent and I... we... we have a girlfriend.”

Heather's eyes narrowed when I glanced at the mirror. “Huh?” she offered.

“A girlfriend. Maria. She... she lives with us.”

I saw Heather turn her eyes down, a look of disbelief on her face.

“We love her,” Dahlia continued. “She's going to be part of our ceremony when we get married.”

Heather didn't respond.

Dahlia looked at me, clearly worried, then said, “I should have told you before, I... I just didn't know how. But... since you're staying with us... you need to know.”

“Wow,” was all Heather offered.

“There's more. I just have to say it all,” Dahlia added. She took another deep breath, then continued. “She's nineteen. And she's pregnant with Brent's child.”

Heather started to laugh. Slowly at first, then nearly hysterically. “Oh, you're joking with me. I get it,” Heather said, her eyes dancing. “You're just setting me up for a laugh.”

Dahlia turned in her seat and looked at her sister. “No... I'm, uh... I'm serious. You'll meet Maria in a few minutes...”

“This isn't a joke? It's like one of my stories? The soaps? Tell me you're joking, Dahlia.”

My fiance shook her head. “No joking. We love her. She's part of our lives.”

Heather's smile faded and her laughter stopped. She started to shake her head. “You've fallen so far. So far. Oh, dear Lord, give me strength to face that which challenges me. Oh, dear Lord,” the woman said, her head suddenly bowed, “give my sister strength to see what... what...” Her voice faded and she grew still. She shook her head again. Heather said nothing more.

The rest of the ride was quiet and full of anxiety for everyone. I couldn't see Chime or Glade enough to know how they had reacted. I could only think that their mother's guiding hand had led them to be uncomfortable about Maria.

- - -

I stood by the door after we hauled the luggage up the steps, leaving the Christmas presents in the Land Cruiser for the moment. Very little had been said, though Chime did speak up as we went up the main ridge, saying, “Beautiful!” Dahlia had agreed, but nothing more was spoken.

“This is the place,” I said as I opened the door. Orchid, Lily, and Maria were in the entranceway, grinning. As everyone stepped in and sat down bags, Lily hugged her aunt and greeted her cousins, then Dahlia introduce them to Orchid. Maria stood to the side, looking anxious. I held her hand a moment before Dahlia turned to her.

“This is Maria.” As if to show that she wouldn't hide anything about the relationship we had with the nineteen-year old, Dahlia planted a small kiss on Maria's lips, then turned away.

Heather stood, looking anywhere but at Maria's face. She managed to mutter, “Hi...”

It was rather rude, I thought, but I didn't speak up. I knew this must be a shock to Heather, given her strict fundamentalism and the way she had reacted to lesser concerns, but still, she could have been more polite as a guest in our home. In Maria's home. I chose not to make the situation worse by pointing out such things.

Orchid and Lily showed Heather and the teens to their rooms and started on a tour of the house. Dahlia, Maria, and I converged on the kitchen to talk.

“So... not starting too well...” Dahlia said, frowning. “I knew she wouldn't be happy about it, but, jeez, she's been an ice queen.”

Maria touched her arm and said, “It's okay. I can take it.”

“You shouldn't have to,” Dahlia told her, clearly frustrated, then more softly, “but thank you. I love you, Maria.” The women kissed and I joined them in a hug.

“I'll get dinner started,” I told them, “any preferences?”

“I bet burgers would be fine,” Dahlia suggested. “I'll make a salad.”

“I'll do that,” Maria offered, “why don't you go visit with your sister.”

Dahlia thanked her and headed off to see where the tour had gone.

“She's kinda a bitch,” I said to Maria, “Heather, I mean.”

Maria shrugged, “Maybe. I want to give her a chance. It would be... a shock to find out about someone like me. I mean, she was sorta slapped in the face with it.”

“Yeah. Not sure why Dahlia hadn't discussed it over the phone. I think maybe she was worried that Heather wouldn't come if she did. I think she really wants Heather to approve of her. Not really sure why that's still so important to her.”

Maria started gathering salad ingredients while I returned from the deep freezer with frozen burger patties. “Heather's her older sister,” Maria said, “I think it's probably normal for the younger one to look up to her like that. I never had a sister, so I'm just guessing.”

“Definitely part of it. Still, Heather's off the deep end religiously. At least to me. I get that this is not a typical relationship to most folks, fundamentalist or otherwise, but I'd hoped she wouldn't make it such a big deal while she's here.”

“She hasn't done anything but say 'Hi,' Brent,” Maria reminded me. “Give her a chance.”

“You're right. Just defensive on your behalf. And on Dahlia's. Sorry.”

“Don't be,” Maria said, wrapping an arm around my waist, “I love that you feel the need to be a macho man who defends his weak princesses.”

I laughed. “I suppose it kinda comes off like that. I don't mean it that way. And besides, you and Dahlia are anything but weak princesses. Two stronger women, I've never known.”

She purred and kissed my neck. “But you are a macho man. To me, at least. Don't ever change.”

- - -

Dahlia and Heather came into the kitchen just as the burgers started sizzling. They were talking lightly, discussing the area we lived in. I heard nothing about Maria and figured, for the moment, that was just as well. Maria had gone to shower, and I hadn't seen my daughter or the other kids since we'd arrived.

“We'll walk out by the stream later,” Dahlia said to her sister, “it's very beautiful there.”

“Sounds good,” Heather replied.

Dahlia glanced at me, then let out a breath. “Heather, can we talk about what's wrong?”

Heather frowned and looked down. “This isn't natural, what you're doing.”

“What's that even mean, Heather?” Dahlia asked, a hint of frustration in her voice.

“It's not right with the Lord.”

I spoke up. “Didn't King David have several wives and many concubines?”

Heather looked at me, her lip quivering as she tried to respond. “Well, yes. But... he was blessed by the Lord to take care of his wives and the others.”

“Uh, didn't he trade a bunch of foreskins for one of them?”

Heather shook her head, “No, I don't think so.”

“Pretty sure that's in there,” I replied, absolutely certain it was part of the Old Testament stories about David and Saul. “And don't forget King Solomon. He had hundreds of wives. Hundreds of mistresses.”

Heather looked like she knew I was right but was unwilling to admit it. “I do not question the Lord's way.”

“No,” Dahlia cut in, “but you sure like to question ours.”

“I cannot help that I feel this way!” Heather exclaimed. She grew quiet and said, “I don't mean to be rude. Maybe we should just go stay somewhere else.”

“No, no,” Dahlia said, “Please. Just stay with us. Get to know Brent. And Maria. You'll see why this is so good for me. For us.”

Heather offered a tight smile. “I'll try.”

Dahlia watched her sister a moment, then asked gently, “Something's been wrong for a while, hasn't it, Heather? Not just about me and Brent and Maria.”

Heather just stared at the table.

“Tell me,” Dahlia pleaded.

“Perhaps later. Not today.”

Dahlia reached across the table and took her sister's hand. “I love you, Heather. I only want you to be happy. Like I am.”

Heather looked up, another tight smile, “I know. I love you. I'm trying.”

- - -

There was something decidedly odd going on. I could feel it, and Dahlia did too. Heather barely acknowledged her children, and Chime and Glade had an unusual vibe to them as they sat at the table, eating burgers and salad. I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was, but something more troubling than Maria was weighing our visitors down.

Dahlia tried engaging Chime and Glade in conversation, but they offered only one-word answers or said only enough to provide a short response. They never met anyone's eyes. I didn't know if perhaps there was mental illness or just social awkwardness at play, but it felt odd to see the three looking so uncomfortable despite the fact that they were with us on vacation. Maybe it was just the discomfort with the triad relationship between me and Dahlia and Maria. I just couldn't figure it out.

Our girls had been on perfect behavior. They were cheerful and stayed away from anything resembling sexuality. I saw Orchid try to talk to Chime a couple of times, but the older teen mostly mumbled in response and otherwise ignored my daughter. Glade, too, was not open to conversation. Maybe they were just tired from the trip.

Almost as if she'd read my thoughts, Heather yawned and pushed back from the table. She looked at Dahlia a moment, then said, “I'm rather tired and I think I want to make it an early night.” Heather paused, “Th-thanks for letting us come stay with you.”

Dahlia nodded and started to respond, but Heather turned and headed towards her room.

I exchanged a glance with Dahlia, then decided to try to get Heather's children to talk. “So, Chime, are you happy to be on vacation?”

The teen shrugged and said only, “Yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” I replied, “When I was your age, I'd have killed to get a week off to go somewhere new. Sorry we don't have another room so you and Glade can have your own, but if you'd like, there's a couch in there, plus plenty of couches and comfy chairs all over to sleep on. Please, make yourself at home.”

There was an immediate bristling in Glade's posture, and then it was gone. He said, “Okay,” but added nothing more.

“Play any sports?” I asked. “Dance? Hobbies?”

Chime said, “I play guitar.”

“Any good?” Lily chimed in.

Chime shrugged, “I guess.”

“We have a couple of guitars here,” the ten-year old said, “and I play sax. Orchid too! Maybe we can play while you're here.”

Chime looked up slightly, maybe a touch less withdrawn. “Yeah. Okay.”

“What about you, Glade?”

He shrugged, a mirror of his sister's movements. “Not really. I play video games. Collect comic books.”

“Maybe Orchid will show you her new gaming computer. She just got it a few days ago for her birthday.”

“Yeah, okay.” Glade replied. Those two could have been twins.

“We've got a pool, but it's too cold to use right now, unfortunately,” Dahlia said, “but if you'd like, we could go soak in the hot tub. Then have milkshakes?”

Glade and Chime glanced at each other, then Chime said, “I... uh... I didn't bring a swimsuit.

Dahlia eyed her a moment, then said, “I bet Orchid's got something that can fit you. She's not much taller than you.” I wasn't sure if Chime's body was the same shape, exactly. The sixteen-year old still wore two or three layers of clothing despite the warmth in the house.

“Yeah. Come on,” Orchid suggested, “I'll show you what I've got. It'll be fun.”

“Sure,” Chime replied and followed my daughter up the stairs.

“Glade?” Dahlia prompted the boy.

“I guess.” He rose and disappeared a moment later.

“Hey, Lily,” I said, “How about you go change, too, and then get the hot tub warming up.”

“Will do,” the girl said, racing off to follow the others up the stairs.

It left me, Dahlia, and Maria sitting, all somewhat stumped. “Something's going on,” Dahlia said evenly, echoing my thoughts.

“Yeah, something more than them worrying over Maria.”

“Think it's bad?” Maria asked.

Dahlia shrugged. “I don't know. Heather wouldn't talk to me earlier, but I know my sister well enough to see something's off. And those two,” she said, referring to Chime and Glade, “they are acting odd. They used to be talkative and friendly. But they seem really reserved. Something's going on.”

“Well,” I replied, “whatever it is, we'll just be nice hosts and try to help them enjoy their time here. Sorry this is stressful for you two.”

Maria waved me away, “It's okay. Believe me, my family in Columbia, when they visited, they brought much more stress.”

- - -

I sank into the hot tub last. Dahlia and Maria were side-by-side and I settled next to the nineteen-year old, letting the rippling jets instantly relieve some tension in my back. Orchid and Lily were on one side, and Chime and Glade on the other.

Glade was a much heavier boy than I'd realized. Even though his face was average sized, it was clear, even submerged in the water, that he held a couple dozen extra pounds. Chime had some roundness in places but was otherwise average size for a sixteen-year old. She'd borrowed Orchid's green bikini, and was sunk low in the water as if she was trying hard to hide what skin she was showing.

It occurred to me that the siblings were obviously trying to keep themselves apart. I saw Chime push herself away from her brother a couple of times when the rushing jets pushed her closer. Likewise, Glade made an effort to lean away from his sister. I suppose it wasn't abnormal, that siblings usually didn't want to so much as sit in the same room, let alone risk touching arms or legs. But I noted how obvious the efforts appeared. I also noted that they didn't look at each other for a second. Odd.

We had a light conversation, sometimes pulling a nugget of a response from Chime or Glade, but otherwise, the other five of us talked amongst ourselves. We discussed what we'd do for Christmas dinner, and whether we hoped the snow would start falling again after stopping late in the afternoon.

“I think I'm ready for bed.” Glade said suddenly, rising out of the water. I couldn't help noticing that the shorts the teen wore appeared tented. Obviously so. I remembered being his age. If I'd have been in a hot tub with all of the hot women and young girls around, I'd have stayed hard, too.

He stepped out and Chime added, “Me too.”

I watched as the teen rose quickly from the water. Her body held soft curves, maybe a pound or two of extra weight, but she was very attractive. Orchid's bikini fit her well-enough, though the cups in the top were too small for Chime's more ample breasts. It caused the girl's flesh to press out around the edges, making their size even more obvious to anyone looking.

Her butt was round and heart-shaped, a mature young woman's backside if ever I'd seen one. I caught both Maria and Dahlia watching the girl dry off quickly, and shared a smile with them before Chime and Glade disappeared inside the house.

Dahlia let out a long breath. “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder.”

“I'll say. Something is off with those two. Those three, I should say,” I replied.

“Think I'll call it a night, too,” Maria told us, “think it would be... okay... if I slept in Orchid's room tonight?” As she stood, I saw the beautiful curve of her belly, still growing as her pregnancy moved forward.

“Always,” Dahlia said. “Just have some caution. But you never need to ask, Maria.”

“I know,” she said with a smile, “I just always do it so you know that I love you enough to ask.”

I grinned, “and we love you, Maria.”

She and Orchid left after drying off, and Lily slid over beside me and put her hand on my thigh. I glanced around what I could see of the inside of the house, but if anyone was looking out, I didn't see it. Lily said, “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Sure, Sweetie,” Dahlia told her, “just remember what we've talked about.”

“Oh, don't worry about me,” Lily giggled, “I'm quiet when I cum. You two aren't.”

Dahlia and I laughed, then I said, “I guess we should turn in, too. I could use a bit of... relaxation... of another sort.”

Dahlia gave me a sexy tiger growl, then we got out of the tub and dried off, heading up stairs. Lily went to her bedroom to change and Dahlia and I stepped into the master and rinsed off quickly in the shower. When we came back out, Lily had come into the room, in her nightshirt, and said, “There's... noises...”

“Huh?” I said, unclear what she could mean.

“From their room.”

“Whose room? Orchid's?”

“No,” Lily said, “the other room.”

I glanced at Dahlia, then said, “wait here, Lily.”

Dahlia and I crept slowly down the hall to where the three girls' bedrooms and the future-nursery were located. Carefully, we eased closer to the one in which Chime and her brother were staying. I didn't hear anything at all. We listened a moment, then I shrugged, and Dahlia turned back towards our room.

“...uh-uh-uh-uh...” came a feminine voice from the guest room. I froze and Dahlia did too, her eyes wide and watching mine. We heard it again. “...uh-uh-uh-uh...” It was light and staccato, as if the one voicing it was being shaken. “Mmm-mmm-mmm-uh-uh-uh-uh...” The sounds were barely loud enough to hear in the hall, but they were unmistakable.

It was Chime.

I took a step closer, as did Dahlia, and we carefully pressed our ears to the door. We could hear better, though the sound was still muffled. “...uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhh...”

Then a male voice was added, “arrrrrhhmmm... arrrrrrhhhmmm...” It had to be Glade.

Suddenly, it all made sense. Dahlia's wide eyes said she, too, had been struck by the big, secret thing that was bothering the teens and their mother.

Chime and her brother were sexually active.

With each other.

We listened for several long minutes. The sounds of their lovemaking would barely reach our ears, then be lost, only to be rekindled again. I heard Glade's voice, just barely a whisper, “I'm about to...”

Chime's tones became just a touch louder, more insistent. Glade's grunts were hard to hear, but still obvious. Was the boy cumming in his sister? They grew quiet and we heard only a moment of sheets rustling, then nothing more.

Dahlia and I crept back to our bedroom and closed ourselves inside.

“Well,” Lily said, “did you hear them?”

I nodded. “We did... uh... wow.”

“Wow,” Dahlia echoed. “I never... I mean... How... I mean... Heather must know!” she exclaimed before quieting her voice. “That's what she knows. Or at least suspects! Chime and Glade are committing incest!”

I could see my fiance's mind racing. She shed her clothes and bent over the bed. “Take me, Brent. Before I start overthinking this...”

I was hard, though I hadn't noticed. Chime's sweet moans had been quite lovely, even as the shock of what we were hearing had my focus. I dropped my robe and caressed Dahlia's buttocks. Lily got naked and slid under her mother's face. Dahlia started eating her daughter's pussy with gusto.

I sank into Dahlia's pregnant vagina. She was very creamy, clearly aroused by what we'd heard. By what it meant. Her niece and nephew were fucking! I found myself highly aroused, as well, and gripped Dahlia's hips as I started to stroke deep and long. Dahlia moaned into Lily's little snatch and I saw the ten-year old quiver and cum, her mouth open in her lovely, voiceless cry. She shuddered and her legs wrapped around her mother's head, keeping Dahlia's lips and tongue moving over her genitals.

I was swelling quickly. I reached under Dahlia's body and found her erect clit already well out of its hood. It swelled, too, when I touched it, and I smeared some of the woman's creamy discharge over her nub and rapidly caressed it while slamming my cock in and out of her cunt.

She started to tremble, and I could feel her channel tightening. Her moans were muffled by Lily's thighs, her daughter cumming again as Dahlia started to let go. I stroked hard and fast as Dahlia's vagina clenched, the woman climaxing in urgent jerks, pushing back against me each time I slammed in. I swelled and strained. My dick was burning, tingling. I could feel my balls drawing up, and my shaft filled with semen. I grunted through gritted teeth as my seed exploded out the tip and splashed into Dahlia's pregnant snatch. I shot six, seven strong jets and shuddered against Dahlia's ass, softening slowly, grinding myself against her in small circles.

Dahlia crawled onto the bed next to Lily and lay down, my cock coming free, glistening with cum and pussy juice. Lily smiled and got onto her stomach to lick me clean, purring as she swallowed the small globs of jism which had been left on my shaft and balls.

I pulled the ten-year old under the sheets as I slid in, putting her between Dahlia and me. I cradled her against me as she laid her head on Dahlia's shoulder. We were all breathing heavily.

“This... this changes everything. I think I understand, now,” Dahlia said after a moment. “She's scared that we'll find out. That we'll discover that her own kids aren't exactly following the Lord's law.”

“That sounds likely.”

“I have to tell her I know, Brent. She has to talk about this. Maybe,” Dahlia said, then paused, “err... maybe, if she admits things... I can be open about us?”

“Careful, Love,” I said, not trying to lecture, “there's a big difference between two teens having sex, even related like they are, and adults having sex with underage young women.”

“I know... it just seems like... maybe she'd see how alike we are.” Dahlia's hand slid from Lily's shoulder and rested on my cheek. “You're right, though. I can't tell her. Just thinking. Still,” Dahlia added, “she needs to talk to me. This explains so much.”