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

I felt Dahlia rise in the morning, and I shifted out of bed to join her. Lily snored peacefully, so I left her there and put on my robe as Dahlia did the same. We left the bedroom and went to the kitchen. It was still dark out, and the clock on the stove said it was about ten minutes til six. I put on a pot of coffee and sat on a stool at the counter. Dahlia slid next to me and I put my arm around her.

“Can you believe it, Brent?” Dahlia said quietly. “What we heard last night? There was no mistaking it, right?”

“I don't think it could have been anything else,” I replied, listening to the hiss of the steam and the drip from the coffeemaker. “What are you going to do?”

“I'll get her alone this morning. We need this to come out sooner rather than later. Those three are so bound up and in denial around us. It can't go on all week.”

“It might make things worse, you know,” I cautioned. “Heather might be very upset that you found out...”

“I know, but am I wrong? Don't I have to talk to her?” Dahlia pleaded.

“Yeah, that's the right thing, I believe,” I assured her, “I'm just saying that, given Heather's already strict beliefs, you knowing might feel to her like she's an even worse sinner than she already feels. She probably blames herself for what Chime and Glade are doing.”

“I know,” Dahlia said, sighing, “I just don't see any other way. I'll be gentle, let her know it's okay.”

I nodded then poured us cups of coffee. I sipped it black and Dahlia did the same.

One-by-one we were joined first by Lily, then by Maria and Orchid. Before the others got up, I drew everyone together, and Dahlia told them what we knew.

“Seriously?” Orchid said. “I can't believe that!”

“Shhh,” Dahlia calmed her, “please, don't let them know we know, okay?”

“I know, just... wow!” Orchid replied, shaking her head.

“Don't judge them, alright? If any family can understand...” I began.

“It would be us,” Dahlia completed my thought. She looked at Maria and said, “I want you three to take Chime and Glade out on a long walk, alright? I need some time to talk to my sister. Please, don't say anything about this. Promise me,” she added, looking at Lily.

“I won't say anything, I promise,” her daughter said.

Maria and Orchid agreed to keep the secret, as well, and we set about making pancakes and bacon for breakfast.

Before long, Heather had joined us, wearing the guest robe we'd put in her room, looking sheepish and sleepy. I handed her a cup of coffee when she looked at the pot longingly. “Sleep okay?” I asked.

“Pretty well, thanks. Comfortable bed,” Heather replied.

Chime and Glade came in, already dressed in pants and thick shirts. They mumbled greetings and didn't meet our eyes. Knowing what I'd heard the night before, I watched them from near the stove as they sat down, looking for more clues. They weren't particularly obvious, but there was something in the way they seemed to have practiced looking anywhere but at each other. I wasn't sure I'd seen either so much as acknowledge the other's presence.

I dished out plates and sat, everyone eating quickly and by the time dawn had come, it was obvious the day was going to be beautiful and sunny.

Dahlia asked Chime and Glade, “Would you two like to go walk around the property? We've got acres of woods and streams. You might see deer out there.”

They both shrugged.

“Come on. The girls will show you around.”

“Alright,” Chime said quietly.

Maria, Lily, and Orchid went to change out of robes and pajamas, returning in warmer clothing while Heather's children put on jackets. After they left and disappeared into the tree line, I made a show of stretching and said, “I think I might just go relax in the library and nap.” Then I left the sisters to the dining room and the semblance of privacy.

My curiosity got the better of me, though, and I circled back around to where I could listen in on what they discussed.

At first, there was only small talk. Comments about how much the kids had all grown. A short conversation about how we were homeschooling our girls.

And then Dahlia jumped into the meat of why she'd wanted to talk to Heather. “Look, we need to talk...”

“I know...” came Heather's response.

“And... and I think I know what it is about.” Dahlia said.

“I doubt that very much,” Heather replied.

“Heather... last night, Brent and I heard something from your kids' room...”

There was no response.

“I think you know what we heard, don't you...”

“I-I...” Heather began, stuttering, “I told them not to... not to... Oh, Lord Jesus, help me now!” Her voice had risen and taken on a charismatic cadence. “Please, sweet merciful Lord...”

“Heather!” Dahlia's voice was gentle but commanding. “Stop it and talk to me.”

I could hear the weakness in Heather's tone. “What is there to say?”

“I'm not angry. I'm not upset,” Dahlia offered, “I just want to talk. How long have they been intimate?”

“A couple of years...”

“And you've known the whole time?”

I didn't hear a response, but I assumed Heather probably nodded her head.

“And... it's consensual? One isn't forcing the other?”

“No, no... it's consensual...”

Dahlia asked, “And... protection? Are they using it?”

“Chime's on birth control.” Heather's voice sounded defeated and deflated. “There'll be no sin babies...”

They were quiet a moment, then Dahlia said softly, “It had to be hard to learn. Did you catch them?”

“Yes,” Heather replied, “I saw everything one day. Damn near destroyed me.”

“But it didn't... it's just sex, Heather,” Dahlia said.

“Just se—” Heather began.

Dahlia interrupted, “Just sex! Yes, I know they are brother and sister, but... it's just sex, Heather. They aren't murdering anyone. Not raping. Not torturing. It's just fucking.”

“Sweet Jesus!” Heather exclaimed, “are you just trying to batter me, Dahlia? Just trying to make this all worse?”

“What? No! Just the opposite. I'm telling you I understand this is hard, but you can deal with it. They're kids. Teenagers. They do stupid things. Sometimes they do things that you can't understand, but, hell, Heather, you remember when you were that age?”

“I try not to...”

Dahlia replied, “But I doubt you forget that time I caught you and Dillon Connery in our backyard—”

“Oh, Lord! Don't bring all that up. I've been reborn since then. I'm saved!”

“Saved from what? You were fifteen, Heather! You did something normal. I did that stuff, too, when I was fifteen, sixteen. It's normal.”

Heather responded, “This is not normal! Doing that with your son is not normal!”

“Err,” Dahlia said, “you mean, 'with your sister,' I think...”

I could hear the lie in Heather's voice, and I shivered as I realized it went much deeper than we knew. “Yeah... uh... yeah, that's what I meant.”

“Heather,” Dahlia's voice was breathy, her tone saying she made the same connection I did, “you are being intimate with Glade, aren't you?”

Silence met her question. My heart was pounding. Heather is sleeping with her son!

“It's okay... It's okay,” Dahlia repeated. I heard sobbing. It must be Heather.

I peeked around the corner of the kitchen. Heather still had her back to me, her head in her hands. Dahlia saw me and with a quick glance I acknowledged that she should discuss the truth about us, as well. I stepped back out of sight and listened.

“Heather... I should be honest with you, too,” Dahlia said gingerly. “See, Brent and I... we understand what you are doing with your son...”

More sobbing.

“See... Lily... and Orchid... we share our bed with them often...”

The sobbing slowed. Heather's voice bubbled, “Whu—what?”

“It's true. My own daughter. Brent's daughter. We understand completely.”

“I don't believe this!” Heather cried out. “This can't be so!”

“It is. Brent?” Dahlia cued me to join them, so I stepped around the corner and sat down next to Heather.

“It's true,” I said quietly, “we are intimate with our children, too...”

“Lily,” Heather said, “Lily is so young.”

“I know,” Dahlia replied, “Believe me, I know... But... you remember what happened with her father, right?”

“How could I forget that wretch! That horrible man!” Heather cried out.

“Right... well... Lily and I... before too long... I had replaced him. She's... uh... she matured quickly. Started getting urges. We played some games that led to more games, and before I knew it... she and I started sharing our bed regularly...”

“And you?” Heather said, turning her puffy, red eyes my way, “Orchid?”

I nodded. “I met Dahlia and Lily, then... I suppose I'd always had some attraction to Orchid... to her panties... then... when she came to live with me, we... we developed something stronger than we had before. She decided when and what... it was always that way. I never forced her. Never coerced her. If you'd like to talk to her, I'm sure she'd tell you everything.”

Heather hung her head, quiet a moment, then she sniffled a couple of times. Dahlia handed her a box of tissues. Then Heather said, “It's not just Glade. Chime, too. I've been intimate with both of them.”

“And... always consensual? Always what they want?”

“Yeah, yeah. I never force it. I feel so darn guilty afterwards that I sometimes take it out on them in other ways, but it always draws me back. Clever Satan keeps tempting me and I give in.”

“I don't see it as Satan, Heather,” I said, “I think you love your kids, right?”

“Of course I do!”

“And you... you happened to become involved in a way that isn't... well let's just say isn't normal in the usual sense. Do you make them feel pleasure? Love?”

“Yes.”

“And do they do the same for you?” Dahlia asked.

“They do.”

“Then the guilt you feel is as much about not understanding the good you experience, the good you bring to Chime and to Glade, as anything your religion tells you. You know it feels good. It feels right. They love you for it. And you love being part of it. No wonder you're so miserable, Heather,” Dahlia said with sincerity, “you're carrying a burden you created for yourself.”

Heather sat quietly and Dahlia took her hand, then did the same with one of mine. “Look,” my fiance said gently, “it's out now, okay? You don't have to fear us knowing. We know. Better, we actually understand. So long as it is consensual, that you all want this... we won't judge you. And we ask that you don't judge us, in return. We're all fallible, Heather. We all make mistakes. I don't believe being intimate with my daughter... with Orchid... you with yours... I don't believe those are mistakes so long as there is love and pleasure and kindness.”

“I'm a sinner...” Heather said, her voice small and tired.

“No. I don't believe that,” Dahlia told her sister. “You're a human being. There are million horrible things you can do to other people. What you're doing... I don't think that is among those horrible things.”

Heather became quiet again. Then she spoke a bit more strongly. “Why does it feel so good, Dahlia? When I'm with them... I just feel good... even knowing it is sin... knowing I'll feel terrible afterwards... But in those moments, I forget all that and it feels really good...”

“Because you love them, and they love you,” Dahlia replied, squeezing Heather's hand. “Because it does feel good. I mean, let me be very blunt,” she paused and looked at me, then back at her sister, “when Glade puts his penis inside you... is there any feeling better in your whole life?”

“No... no, that's... that's the best...”

“And I assume you use your mouth on your daughter?”

“Yes...”

“And she does the same for you?”

“Yes...”

Dahlia let out a long breath. “Believe me, Heather... when I'm with Lily... I understand how much that means... how good that feels... I... I'm becoming aroused just thinking about it...”

“Me too...” Heather looked up and I could see she'd stopped crying. She was flushed, whether from her anguish or from arousal, I couldn't be sure. Heather took a few deep breaths. “Guess this runs in the family, huh?”

“I guess so,” Dahlia replied. “Look,” she added, “while you're here... if you want to be free and stop hiding this from us... from yourselves... feel free to do what feels right. There's no judgement here. We share everything, the five of us... and this house,” she said, letting go my hand and raising it to wave slowly around the room, “it's a really romantic place to be with those you love. Don't let us stop you.”

“We won't pry,” I said, “so if you want privacy, your bedrooms are your own. But... since this is now out, and open... and we understand each other... we'll stop hiding from ourselves, as well... You, uh... you might see some things you never expected... unless you'd rather we kept it in the bedroom, as well...”

Heather shrugged. “Never really watched anyone before. Other than my kids at first... I... I don't know what they might think if they saw... if they knew... Please... let me talk to them, okay? This is... this is difficult enough right now... I need to talk to them when they get back...”

Dahlia and I both nodded.

“Listen,” Heather continued in a steady, more resolved tone, “thank you... for understanding. I cannot believe I've admitted this to you... to anyone. Or that you... admitted what you do here... It's overwhelming... but... I admit... I feel so much better knowing you know... that we don't have to keep hiding... I told those two to knock it off while we're here, but... it seems they couldn't... not even for one night...”

“They're teens... The wind blows and they get horny,” Dahlia replied. “Maybe just being out in the hot tub with us last night was too much...”

“They... they don't really socialize like they should. Once they started... being together... they sort of stopped hanging out with other friends...”

“That needs to change,” Dahlia cautioned. “What they're doing... it can be okay, but they can't become isolated...”

“I know. I know,” Heather replied. “With all the secrecy... the hiding from everyone... me taking it out on them with my outbursts and my sermons after we're together... I think they just don't have the confidence. I blame myself.”

“Well, you can change that, now... You have someone who understands... someone to talk to...”

“That's good, because,” Heather said more softly, “I talk to God all the time. All the time. It hurts so bad that he never talks back. Never lets me know what to do.”

“Maybe,” I offered gently, “it's because you already know what you want to do. You're just pretending to follow the official rules between times when you do something outside those rules...”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Heather shook her head. “It's funny. As a kid, it was always Dahlia who everyone thought would be the religious one. I was the crazy older sister. Still crazy, though.”

“That you are,” Dahlia said, grinning, “I'm just starting to get caught up.”

Heather laughed and she stood suddenly, moving around the table to wrap her arms around Dahlia. She said, “I love you so much, Sis. Thank you, thank you, thank you for loving me back.”

“You know I do, Heather... You know I do.”

- - -

When the kids returned from their walk, Dahlia suggested that Heather take the kids to the top level where we had the sitting area and the huge glass windows to look out over the property. It seemed like a perfect spot to have an important conversation. The other five of us went down to the den to talk.

Dahlia explained what we'd discussed, what we knew, and the girls listened without speaking the whole time. Once Dahlia was finished, Lily asked, “So that means we don't have to be careful?”

“Easy, Lily,” Dahlia answered, “I don't want to just throw this in their faces right now. We don't know how Chime and Glade will react, and it is something of a shock, you can understand, if they were to walk in on some combination of us together being intimate. That's different than just accepting their private lives as private, and them doing the same for us. For now, just take it in a bedroom. We'll see what happens from here, okay?”

The girls all nodded.

“This is a big step for Heather,” I added, “admitting things to us. To herself, even. And,” I said, “I think it is a big step for Dahlia to be able to do the same.”

“Very much so,” Dahlia agreed. “I feel such relief, honestly.”

“So, you're free to hold hands and kiss and what not, but if it involves boobs, butts, or other downstairs parts,” Dahlia said with a grin, “keep it in the bedroom for now.”

- - -

Heather stayed upstairs with Glade and Chime until well after the rest of us ate lunch. Lily and Orchid went to play video games, Maria to soak in the hot tub, and Dahlia and I wrapped Christmas presents. It was the day before the holiday, though I didn't much feel in the spirit. I hadn't in many years, honestly. I didn't buy all the religious aspects, and since Orchid had only once or twice come to visit me over the winter break, I rarely had anyone to celebrate with. Usually, I packed up my gear and camped somewhere remote. It was always a crapshoot as to whether I'd be able to get out of wherever I'd gone since the Virginia mountains in late December often featured snow or ice.

This year, I supposed I was sort of in the same situation, except, for the first time in five years, I wasn't going to be spending Christmas alone. If I had to be trapped and unable to get down the mountain, I couldn't think of how much better off I could be than I was in that moment. All the women I loved were here. We had months worth of food, emergency generators, a water supply which wouldn't go dry any time soon, and all the love I'd been missing since before Malory and I had divorced.

“Kinda nice, isn't it?” Dahlia's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“Getting to spend the holiday with people you love. Did you miss that after your divorce?”

I shrugged, “Yeah. I suppose I did. Was just thinking about that. I was okay being alone, most of the time. Before you, I mean. Sure, I wanted to see Orchid more than I did, but it was nice to just go as I pleased and not worry about anyone else. I got lonely at times, but it never was that bad.”

“I can pack up if you'd like. Give you some room, take Maria and the girls with me,” Dahlia grinned at me.

“Don't you dare. I said I liked being alone then. Now, I know what I was missing and I'm much better off for it.” I looked out our bedroom window and said, “This will be the first Christmas I've spent with anyone in five years. That's the last time Orchid stayed with me over break. She was nine then. So much has changed...”

“And I was still with my ex-husband at that time. Had no idea what was to come...”

“Do, uh, do you think about him, Dahlia?”

She shrugged. “Oh, I suppose... I suppose I do...”

“Understandable... Do you think... differently about what happened?”

Dahlia stared at the half-wrapped box containing Maria's outfit on the floor in front of her. “Yes.” She sat aside the box. “I'm not sure I would have reacted any differently, though. I... I struggled a long time with what I'd seen and how Lilian refused to give any evidence... I thought it meant she was just a kid, scared. She was that, to be sure, but... she also liked what they did. I feel... guilty. Sometimes. That now I do those things with her... that I let you do them with her... and her dad almost went to jail for it. I divorced him for it. I feel guilty, sometimes, Brent.”

“Have you ever, uh, you know, thought of contacting him again?” I asked.

Dahlia shook her head, “No, not really. I put a wall between us, right or wrong.”

“Lily never mentions him to me... I wonder if she still thinks about him...”

Dahlia looked at me, saying, “She used to ask about him, in the months after we split up. But... not in a long time.” She drew herself more upright. “Why are you asking about him, Brent?”

“Oh, I dunno. The holidays brought up those old times. Heather's here. The things we've learned about them. Seems your ex was doing nothing different, really. Maybe Lily was much younger then, maybe that's the difference.”

Dahlia looked conflicted.

“I'm not judging you, Dahlia, I don't mean that,” I assured her. “You did the right thing. The only right thing, I believe. You protected your daughter. That's all that matters. Things have... things have changed, of course, for her, and for you... for the better! But... I can see how that must be difficult to mesh with what happened with your ex.”

Dahlia was quiet a moment, slowly drawing a piece of wrapping paper up over the same box several times. “Maybe... maybe one day I'll call him. Would you think less of me?”

“Less of you?”

“You know,” she clarified, “like, I put that behind me. Behind Lily. I had to be strong about her father. I had to tell her she couldn't see him when she cried and missed him. It was tough. I dunno, Brent, if I contacted him again, it might seem like I'd given in somehow.”

“I don't think that. I just think... you have a different perspective now. Not saying you go telling him what we're all up to, but... I think you can at least empathize with him to an extent. And... maybe Lily might like to at least talk to him again. You told me months ago that she never thought of herself as a victim and that, in her head, she always wanted to be with her father that way. Maybe it might be good for her to talk to him again.”

“Maybe,” Dahlia shivered suddenly, “I'll think about it. It's really only been two-and-a-half years or so. Seems like an eternity.”

“Can you believe we've only been together for about eight months.”

Dahlia smiled. “Feels like it's been an eternity.”

“Hey,” I expressed faux-outrage.

Dahlia laughed, “I mean that with all the love in my heart that I have you. You've changed my life for the better. Changed both of our lives.”

“And you know the same is true for me and for Orchid. I love you, Dahlia.”

“Love you, Brent.” She looked down at the assorted half-wrapped items in front of us. “I suppose we should get this finished. Say, we never did put up a tree.”

“Never even thought about it, honestly,” I replied. “All those years by myself, there was no point.”

“We could decorate that one just there,” she said, pointing to a young fir along the edge of the treeline, easily seen from most any window on that side of the house. “I've got a box or two of decorations somewhere.”

I grinned. “That might be fun. Let's finish up then round up the others.”

We wrapped each item in paper while the others were elsewhere, and I had a thought I had to voice. “So... depending on how this goes,” I let my voice grow quieter, “would you ever consider having sex with your sister?”

“Huh?” Dahlia replied slowly as if lost in thought, “My... sister... I never, uh, I never considered it...”

“Just fantasizing,” I said with a tight smile, “letting this all play out in my head. I mean... it would be rather hot, you know, to see you and Heather together...”

Dahlia watched me, her expression flat. “I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you'd want to see that... I...” she paused and then grew quiet. A gentle smile began to spread on her face. “Honestly... I never thought about it before... but... I suppose I might enjoy that. I haven't seen Heather naked since we were kids... Might be fun to see her all grown up.”

“And to taste her pussy?”

Goosebumps raised on Dahlia's arms and she shivered lightly, saying only, “Yes.”

“Well,” I replied, “I'm just fantasizing. I don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable... not more than they already do. Maybe you'd like to play out that fantasy in bed tonight...”

“Maybe,” Dahlia replied, her ams still covered in raised bumps.

- - -

Heather and her kids came down at some point to eat lunch while Dahlia and I finished our wrapping. My fiance went to find them in the dining room while I headed to the bathroom. Thoughts of Dahlia and Heather played out in my head in vivid detail. I suppose there was something incredibly arousing about incest. I don't know why it hadn't been so clear to me before. Sure, Dahlia and Lily were incredibly erotic to watch and join in with, and my relationship with my daughter was as satisfying and erotic as any, but I don't know that I really considered my fascination with incest itself that much before Heather's arrival.

The thought of two sisters together had me incredibly horny. I urinated with effort through my hard cock, fantasies of seeing Heather between Dahlia's legs, or Dahlia fingering her sister, dancing through my imagination. It took some willpower to keep from stroking my cock to a quick orgasm.

What was it that turned me on so much about the idea of the sisters together? If they were unrelated women, it would still be a very hot fantasy, but their blood relation made it so much more enticing. They'd grown up together, played innocent games as children, then drifted apart, somewhat, as they matured. They'd both married and had kids. They both held deep, scary secrets about their own lustful desires. And the idea of them being together, sexually, was a thrill I couldn't explain, even to myself. Whatever drew me to incest, the idea of Dahlia and Heather together made me shiver with pleasure as I tucked my cock back into my pants and went to find the others.

- - -

“So,” Dahlia said as everyone sat in the library's lower level before dinner, nerves and uncertainty clear on many faces, “I thought it was time we opened up and talked about things... as a family.”

I glanced to see Orchid's eyes on me, a small sign of concern in her expression. I cast her a kind smile, though I was nervous as well. Dahlia felt it was important that the elephant in the room be discussed before the issue could fester and make the rest of the guests' stay less than pleasant.

“I believe you all know about us, yes?” she asked, looking at her sister, Glade, and Chime. “We have a secret, a life we cannot talk about with anyone else. It is,” she paused, swallowing what seemed to be a lump in her throat, “difficult to be honest about it now. But, we know your secrets now, too, and if anyone could understand, anyone in the world, it would be you three.”

No one responded, fingers twisting, legs rocking, fleeting glances awaiting the next sound.

I decided to jump in. “It is out of love that we do what we do. It is easy to see this as abuse, from the outside, and... it is sometimes difficult to understand how it is not... but I ask now, Lily, Orchid, is what we have together... is this what you want? Is this something you value?”

Both girls answered emphatically, “Yes!”

“And Dahlia and I, Maria too, I know we love being with you intimately. Sharing our bodies, our touches, our most carefully-held secret desires. You make us feel amazing, and with each moment we spend with you, intimate or not, I hope we always make you feel special and desired and loved.”

“You do, Dad,” Orchid said, rising up slightly from where she was seated crosslegged on one of the oversized cushioned chairs. “You were my first, and you make me feel that special every time we're together. And Dahlia, you shared yourself with me and made me feel so much love, so great a connection, that I can't imagine not having that. And of course Lily and Maria... I love you both so much!”

Lily giggled, jumped to her feet from the floor, and threw herself into Orchid's arms, hugging her and kissing her lips. Maria smiled at my daughter, then at me, but didn't respond.

Dahlia picked up the thread. “And so you know how things are for us. We cannot tell anyone. Ever. We'd go to jail. The girls would be sent away. We'd lose everything. You know what I did for a living, Heather,” Dahlia added, “so you know I understand why. From the outside, and in almost every situation, these sorts of relationships are abusive. Traumatic. Horrifying. And yet,” she waved her hand to where Lily and Orchid were french kissing.

Heather's voice was fragile. Weak. Her eyes were red and watery. “But... to the Lord... this is sin.”

“Everything is sin,” Dahlia responded, “everything. Sure, some of those are truly heinous and awful. And like I said, incest... is usually that, as well. But do you see harm here? Do you see how we feel for each other? I'd do anything for Lily and Orchid. For Maria. For Brent. I'd give anything to see them happy. I'd never knowingly harm any of them, and I know they feel the same. How is this bad, Heather? How can anyone, deity or mortal, condemn what we give to each other?”

Heather sat silently, her eyes drifting down from Dahlia's face to the floor, then up to watch as Lily shifted to settle beside Orchid, arms around each other. Heather's voice, while quite, held some resolve when she said, “No god I wish to worship would condemn love. Even... even incest... if there is love.”

“Exactly,” Dahlia replied. “I don't pretend the rest of the world would understand, that what we do isn't clearly abuse when viewed from elsewhere, but... you see us now. Our relationships exposed and raw in front of you. Can you not see how strong we are because of this? How strong you and Chime and Glade can be if you stop hating yourself for what you do? Start loving that you have such strong bonds forming between you?”

Heather looked to where Chime was sitting, eyes cast down, her legs shaking moderately. It caused the sixteen-year old's body to shake, too, and her modest, braless breasts jiggled below the tight t-shirt covering them. Heather's eyes turned to Glade who sat on the opposite side of the room. The boy's eyes, like his sister's, were down, but he sat perfectly still as if no one might notice him if he didn't move. “I love you two. So deeply. I love that you are mine. I love that we share ourselves. I love that you love each other.”

Chime's eyes began to rise and she watched her mother carefully. Heather continued. “I can't keep fighting this as I've been doing so long now. I hate myself for loving what we do. I want to change that. I want to do as my sister says. I want to see what we have as beautiful. As wonderful. And... I do feel that way. I beat myself up daily for enjoying the time we spend together in bed. Each time I make one of you feel good, I feel amazing. But then later, I remember my God and hate myself again.”

“Is there no room,” Maria said gently, “for a loving God who doesn't condemn you for taking pleasure where it is offered?”

“There is room,” Heather said more firmly, “I just need to give myself permission to let him in.”

“It will take time,” Dahlia offered, “but coming together like this. Exposing ourselves this way. It will give you the permission you seek, I think.”

Heather nodded, then said, “What do you think, Chime? Please...”

The girl looked shyly at her fingers wringing together in her shaking lap, then she spoke with conviction, “I'm not ashamed,” she said. “I love being with Glade. And with you, Mom. I only... I only hate how you... how you shame us afterwards...”

“I know,” Heather said, crying again, “I know...”

“I know you don't mean to,” Chime continued, “but I feel awful sometimes, like... you make me feel good one minute, then make me feel like a slut the next. I'm not a slut, Mom.”

“I know you're not, Chime,” Heather replied, “and I'm sorry. Truly sorry. I'm... I'm trying. Starting now. I'm trying to shed the guilt. The shame. I promise you, whatever happens after this, I won't make you feel guilty for how I myself feel.”

Chime nodded. “Okay.” The girl's voice was actually quite sweet when she tried, a little sing-song, lifting and falling as her words came out, delicate but deliberate. “I've felt guilty, too. Mostly because you've taught me to feel guilty. To be ashamed. You use the Bible like an axe, Mom. You make us read it and, what little I understand, it cuts me like nothing else. It says I'm a sinner, unworthy, that only by denying the things which make me feel good can I ever know what it is to be worth something. That's bullshit.”

I chuckled without a thought and Chime smiled at me, as did Dahlia.

Heather began to nod. “I know. I've known it was... Bullshit... for years. But... I kept thinking it might one day make sense. That maybe, when I was worthy, it would be something I could understand. But... it never has made any sense to me. Not now, not years ago when I gave myself to Jesus. I just... I wanted it to be true. I tried really hard to believe all of it...”

“What did you want to be true?” Dahlia asked carefully.

“Eternal life. Eternal love. Justice. Mercy. Forgiveness.”

Dahlia watched her carefully. “What did you need forgiveness for back then?”

Heather paused then slowly brought her eyes to meet Dahlia's. “Since I was a teen, I've had sinful lust in my heart.”

And in that moment it was clear what she meant. I could tell Dahlia understood, as well. The fantasy I'd played out in my head earlier that day had been swimming in Heather's mind, as well.

“Then I forgive you,” Dahlia said with a grin. “I forgive you for not telling me all about it earlier...”

Heather laughed even as a few tears trickled down. “I didn't think I ever let you know how I felt.”

“You didn't. You hid it well.”

Heather continued, “And I suppose that I am... I am turned on by... by incest. I never much enjoyed my husband's touch. Oh, it was alright, I suppose, but... it was missing something... something I knew only later when I joined Glade and Chime that way.”

“There is nothing like it, is there?” I added, looking at my daughter, her legs parted slightly. I realized Lily's hand was resting on her upper thigh, just inches from where I knew Orchid's young pussy was likely swollen and wet.

“You two,” Heather said suddenly, pointed at her children, “you no longer have to hide from them, or each other. Please... we are as we are, nothing more, nothing less. You don't have to pretend to hate each other.”

Chime rose quickly, looking a bit embarrassed but also relieved. She settled onto Glade's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His arms wrapped around her stomach, his hands clasped together and resting just above his sister's thighs. I wondered if his dick was hard and pressing against the teen's nice little ass.

Heather said, “You love each other. We can never let others know what you do... what you do, but here, we are with family,” she giggled, the relief clear in her voice, “and we all know what that means... You don't have to hide it here.”

Almost on cue, Glade kissed the back of Chime's neck tenderly, and the girl's lips parted, a soft, light sigh escaping, a hand reaching back to run fingers through her brother's hair, her eyes closing. It was almost as if a switch had been thrown. Permission had been granted, and the two let go of all restraint as we watched.

Chime was moaning very lightly when her eyes flicked open suddenly and she sat upright, a look of mild horror on her face. All the eyes in the room where on her and her brother. Chime seemed to realize what was happening and mumbled, “Sorry...”

“Don't be,” Dahlia told her, “it is quite lovely seeing you two finally relaxing and enjoying your stay...”

Chime blushed, as did Glade. He reached down between them and appeared to adjust himself. My cock was as hard as a rock, I realized suddenly. “Listen,” I told the room, “we, uh... we sort of have a house policy about doing whatever comes naturally whenever we feel like it. We put that on hold for your visit, but, uh,” I asked, “would it be okay with everyone if we returned to the... openness?”

Heather held up a hand and I thought she was about to say no. Instead, she said, “I have a question.”

“Okay...”

“What, uh, is the... policy for... being with others?”

Dahlia tilted her head, smiling, “Whatever do you mean?”

“You three,” Heather said, “have a relationship, as well as with your daughters... Have you ever let anyone else in?”

“Well,” I responded, “we did so with Maria some months ago, so there is some precedent.” I grinned at Heather. “I get the feeling that you are taking the long way to asking a very simple question.”

Heather blushed, looking at Chime and Glade, then at me, then at Dahlia. She let out a long breath, then said firmly to her sister, “It has been my dream for years to lick your privates. I think I'm asking permission...”

Dahlia smiled and shuddered. She leaned back in the chair and parted her thighs, lifting her skirt to show the sheer peach-colored panties she wore. The gusset was damp. Dahlia reached to the waistband, and while everyone watched, she pulled them down slowly to reveal the cleanly-shaven treasure underneath, pulling the panties off her legs and tossing them to me. “It would be my pleasure...”

I caught Dahlia's underwear and as Heather stood and then dropped to her knees between her sister's legs, I inhaled the strong, musky scents on the fabric. Heather stared a moment, transfixed, then hand moved up to touch Dahlia's pubic mound. “Oh, Sis...”

Her head dropped and in seconds, her tongue was parting Dahlia's labia and she began to lap up the creamy discharge slowly drooling from the woman's pregnant vagina. Dahlia moaned and her hands ran through her sister's hair. “Mmm... oh yes...”

Maria knelt in front of me, grinning, and she unzipped my pants, letting my painful erection spring free. She stroked me a moment, watching the sisters enjoying each other, then slid my penis between her lips. I saw that Lily and Orchid were beginning to undress each other, Lily soon eating my daughter's pussy in much the same way Heather was lapping Dahlia. Chime was wiggling on top of her brother and then she stood up, pushing her pants down to her knees as Glade freed his cock, the chubby young man's erection modest in size but very hard. I couldn't see Chime's pussy from my seat, but the pleasure on the teen's face was clear as she sank down onto her brother's dick.

Dahlia began to orgasm passionately, pushing Heather's face firmly into her crotch. God, what an amazing sight! One sister eating the other's pussy. Lapping up her cream. The long-bubbling incest fantasy in Heather's mind was playing out in reality, and I was a lucky man to get to watch.

Maria pushed down her pants, turned away from me, then settled into my lap. I started to push myself into her wet pussy. She stopped me, wetting her fingers, then she circled her anus a couple of times before moving her hips forward, bringing the tip of my penis to the tight, squishy ring. Maria pushed her hips down and her asshole opened slightly, the tight muscles opening but firm. I gasped as her sphincter dilated and slid down my shaft. I could feel precum bubbling into the young woman's butt.

Chime was riding her brother steadily, her eyes on her mother and aunt, beginning to moan loudly. Whatever reserve she'd had when this trip started, seeing her mom switching places with Dahlia, pulling down her pants, and offering her intimate flesh to her sister, shattered any resistance. Chime's legs spread, offering me a nice view of where Glade's penis disappeared between two beautiful lightly-hairy reddish lips. The girl ground herself down, her fingers twisting over a large, hard clit at the top of her slit, the pubic hairs along her labia glistening. She moaned loudly, eyes on where Dahlia ate Heather's pussy, and the sixteen-year old began to orgasm, shuddering, jerking on top of her brother's body.

Glade started to strain with his sister cumming, the boy's body drawing up. He held Chime's waist as she came, thrusting, thrusting. I could see his shaft swelling as he pushed deep into his sister's snatch. Glade groaned and grunted and then froze. I watched his penis twitch, half-buried in Chime's cunt, and I knew the boy was spewing incestuous cum into his sister's vagina.

I came immediately, erupting as I bellowed, filling Maria's bowels with my semen. She rode me, squeezing her anus tight around my shaft, milking me for every drop. Euphoria swept in and just before my eyes closed, I saw milky cream slide out of Chime's pussy and down her brother's shaft. I shuddered again, pulsing out another squirt of jism, and then held still, the heat of Maria's bowels burning my flesh.

I didn't want her to feel left out, so I pulled her back over me, letting her weight and the tightness of her anus keep me partially hard inside her ass. I heard but could not see Orchid climaxing nearby. I nuzzled Maria's neck, an eye flittering open to see Heather's body shuddering as Dahlia fingered her and licked her clit. God, those two were sexy together! I ran a hand to Maria's swelling breasts, the pregnancy adding roundness to her boobs as well as her belly. They had a lovely weight to them and her tight, hard dark nipples were erect and straining for my touch.

My other hand slid down between her legs. She was soaking wet, creamy and slick. I rubbed her wetness around her labia a moment, then spread it over her tits, making her flesh sticky and slippery. I then slipped a finger into Maria's pussy, then a second, my cock twitching in her ass. I fingered her steadily, running along the upper half of her vagina, using my palm to grind and circle her clit.

Heather was crying out again and I felt Maria jerk. She started humping me and I swelled in her ass. Soon, she was grinding me steadily. I could feel the thick load of cum in her ass starting to squeeze out, and I smelled the rich, wonderful odors of anal sex. As if she read my thoughts, Maria moaned, “I love that smell...”

I swelled again, sore, Maria humping me. Her body began to tense and rock. I felt a face press in where my fingers were twisting inside the teen's pussy. I wasn't sure who had joined us, but a tongue pressed into Maria's vagina, so I concentrated on the girl's swollen clit. Maria came quickly, jerking and jumping, crying out with no shame. She nearly pushed me out of her ass, but instead, the movement made me tingle and strain and seconds later, I fired a second load of sticky jizz past her messy, clenching anus and filled her bowels again.

There were light words spoken nearby, but I was fuzzy and thick, grinning with pleasure. Maria turned and kissed my lips as my penis slipped from her sore butthole. Hands pushed Maria's body up and back, opening her legs, and I heard slurping noises. I pushed my head to the side and saw that my daughter was there. She ate my cum which was streaming from Maria's ass.

Finally, there seemed to be a lack of energy in the room. Orchid sprawled out on the floor, stretching, her lips, cheeks, and chin coated with my semen, her pussy swollen and looking raw. Heather was again between Dahlia's legs, but this time, the older sister rested her head on Dahlia's thigh, slowly stroking her leg, a look of relaxation and pleasure on her face. Chime and Glade were cuddling. They had righted their clothing, but Chime's tight, light-colored jeans showed a dark wet spot which was likely from the semen her brother had left in her vagina. Lily was grinning, naked, idly playing with herself. She'd left a big wet spot on the cushion of the chair just below her beautiful young cunny.

Chime and Glade stood first, stretching, eyes glazed, only slight blushes seen on their cheeks. Heather stood as well, then rushed to her kids, holding them tight even as her naked body glistened with sweat. “I love you two so much!” she said. Heather turned back, looking at us all, her expression softer than I'd seen before. “And thank you... thank you for this. For sharing. I'm... I'm still confused... This may take some time but,” she said, licking her lips as if to savor her sister's juices one more time, “this has made things better already. I need to sleep now, I think. To see if this is just a dream.”

Chime's eyes seemed to ask a question.

“Yes,” Heather told her, “you two can sleep in with me tonight. I'd love that, in fact.”

Glade grinned, and then he smiled at me, glancing down to get a good look at where Maria's pregnant pussy was still on display. He adjusted his bulge and I knew there'd be some more action going on once the three of them got to Heather's bed.

“I love you, sis,” Dahlia told her, “and that was a wonderful thing to share with you... just wonderful...”

Heather nodded, then took her kid's hands. “Shall we?”

They left the five of us to sit quietly, listening to steps taken slowly up stairs and then the sound of a single door shutting.

“Well,” Dahlia said with amusement, finally closing her legs, “I never expected to do that.”

“That was so hot, Dahlia,” Maria said, beating me to the thought, “seeing you and your sister? Oh my...”

“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, “I think you both rather enjoyed that.”

“You should both taste her pussy,” Dahlia said, “kinda tastes like mine, I think, but I want a second opinion.”

I laughed, “Only if she wants that.”

“Of course,” Dahlia replied. “I bet she will.”

“So,” I suggested, “I'd really like to have all my loves and lovers in bed with me tonight. Sound good?”

Four nods and a few collected garments later, we headed to bed and I crawled into the middle, Maria, Dahlia, Lily, and my daughter Orchid squeezing in. We shared a million kisses and touches and even an orgasm or two before sleep finally found us.

I wondered, briefly, what sorts of things the next day might bring. So much had been settled by bringing out the secrets, but it laid open possibilities which had only been hinted at before. With what we'd shared with Heather, Glade, and Chime that evening, it was clear that there might be new partnerships, other opportunities to enjoy each other that had just been fantasies hours before. I knew, of course, that included my daughter and her thoughts about having sex with a man other than me.

For that night, though, I pushed aside the slight pangs of potential jealousy trying to become more insistent. I didn't know what I might think the first time Orchid decided she wanted another male lover. I hoped I ensured that I wasn't in the way. Not an obstacle to her exploring her sexuality without me. As she grew older, I knew it was necessary for her to experience love and sex with other people, other men. And it was mostly with contentment that I closed my eyes that night and remembered just how much I loved my daughter and the experiences we'd shared together so far.