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 call from Malory had put a damper on Christmas day. Sure, it had at least been nice that Orchid had heard from her mother, finally, after so long, but the call had brought back into her immediately awareness that Mal was not well. The idea that her mother and I would somehow get back together was absurd on several levels, and not something I even wanted to consider. I'd more than moved on since Malory and found the love and lovers I needed in Dahlia, Maria, Lily, and my own daughter. There was no room for Mal's baggage in that mix, and a part of me felt very sorry for the woman. Maybe she needed to cling to such beliefs to heal, but to me, and to Orchid, it just affirmed that the woman was unstable and unlikely to be able to deal with reality on a level needed to make little things like phone calls with her a regular part of Orchid's life.

My daughter, Maria, and Lily went up to a bedroom to relax together around midday. Chime had been excited by the moments she'd shared with me and her mother in the kitchen and had taken her brother to their room about the same time. I'd asked Heather if she thought Glade might be jealous and the woman had said she wasn't sure. I hoped not, of course, but I didn't know the two enough to be certain which way his emotions might have gone. Before that morning, Chime had only ever enjoyed her brother and mother as lovers. I wasn't part of their inner circle, and I knew that might cause jealousy to rise up. Whatever he thought, the two stayed locked away together while Heather, Dahlia, and I ate a light lunch.

I could tell the sisters were enjoying their redefined love for each other, the open secrets no longer making their lives difficult. Dahlia looked relaxed and happy, as did Heather, as they talked about memories from their childhoods and later lives. The subject of the pregnancies came up.

"I can't believe you're having another, Dahlia," Heather said, "a second child!"

"I know... I'd always wanted one more... at least. Lily is perfect, but... before Brent came into my life, she'd regularly asked if she could have a baby brother or sister. Now, she'll get that chance."

"And when are you due?"

"Late April. The 25th is the date, but you know how that can go."

"Excited?" Heather asked.

"Very... Nervous, a bit, but very excited." Dahlia took my hand and squeezed it, "I love that Brent is the father, too... he has been so amazing about everything. And," she purred, "it was a lot of fun trying to get pregnant with him... so much fun..."

"I bet it was."

"Ever want another yourself?"

Heather shrugged, "Oh, I don't know... the two I have are quite a handful, already."

"But you still are able, right?" Dahlia asked gently, "Still fertile?"

"As far as I know, still get my period regular-like, but... I'm almost forty, you know... My body would probably not make things easy, even if I did want to."

"Are... uh... are you using birth control?"

Heather looked down and shook her head.

"So," Dahlia continued, "you let Glade cum inside you, knowing it might lead to pregnancy?"

Heather shrugged again, "I just... figured the Lord would sort things out. He wouldn't want any incest babies, I figured. It was bad enough what we were doing, surely the Lord would ensure the seed didn't set..."

Dahlia glanced at me quickly, then replied, "But now...?"

"Now... I'm not sure. I... I admit... I've had a fantasy or two... that my son might be able to impregnate me..."

I felt my cock stirring a bit at the thought, and I could tell by the way Dahlia's face was flushing she felt the same.

"So, if it happens..."

"Then it happens," Heather told us, "I don't expect my old eggs are up to the task, but should things work out that way... Yes, I'd have my son's baby."

"Do you think," I asked gently, "he is mature enough to understand what that might mean? He's fifteen, so... the idea of having a child... might not be all that well understood."

"I know. I feel guilty, Brent," Heather replied, "but I don't want him to pull out or wear a condom... I just don't want that..."

"Understandable," Dahlia said, "but... if you don't want to get pregnant, you could get an IUD or get the shot."

Heather looked at her hands a minute, then replied, "I think I decided already that... if I it led to pregnancy... then so be it. I... I sort of want that, I guess. To answer you from earlier... I guess... in some ways... I would like another child... Just one more... Whether from Glade, or..." she looked at me, then added, "from someone else..."

Dahlia's eyes watched mine awaiting my reaction to what Heather was so obviously suggesting. "I, uh... I mean... I don't know, Heather... Let's not rush into anything, okay? What you and Glade decide... that's up to you. I've already got two on the way, and... while the fantasy of trying is certainly arousing, the reality is... there'd be another child to support..."

Heather nodded, "I know. I'm not asking you for it, Brent, I'm just saying that... if it happens, it happens..."

Whatever concerns I had were being contested by the parts of my brain controlled by my dick.

"Anyway," Heather said, looking back at her sister, "you're pregnant and so is Maria. She's a doll, by the way, lovely young woman. How exactly did she end up in such a state?"

"Well," Dahlia said, "she, uh... We were in Key West, staying at a guest house owned by Maria's grandmother." I felt a twinge of sadness at the elder Maria's passing. Dahlia continued, "Brent caught Maria sniffing one of the girl's panties and... it just sort of seemed natural to invite her in with us that night. She said she was on birth control, but... she wasn't being honest."

"Hmm," Heather said, "that sounds like a bad way to start a relationship."

"Yes, true," Dahlia agreed, "but... we've worked through that and... well... she got pregnant that first night together and... once we found out, we came to quickly love her and we invited her into our lives. She is a doll, and an amazing young woman."

"It seems so strange, Sis," Heather replied, "so much about how I see you has changed. Not in bad ways, mind you, just... I can't believe the... taboo... things you've allowed into your life. Who would have thought you'd be having sex with your daughter and letting your fiance impregnate a nineteen-year old and then have her come live with you?"

Dahlia smiled, "I know, and don't forget, I've now had sex with my sister, too!"

Heather grinned, "Oh, I do hope to do so again..."

"Trust me," my fiance replied, "you will. You definitely will..."

- - -

I checked on my daughter and found her dozing in bed with Maria and Lily, the three of them under thick blankets on her bed. She smiled at me and whispered that she was fine, enjoying the company of the others, and promised she'd be around in time to help with dinner.

Heather checked on her children, Chime and Glade apparently so turned on by Chime's first physical sexual experience with someone other than her brother or mom that the two had essentially fucked themselves raw. They were napping together and Heather let them know all was well and that we'd be eating dinner around five-thirty.

I lounged in the upper part of the library on a long, oversized couch nestled into the high shelves which went up to the ceiling. The opening which looked down into the main floor made the top level view a lovely mix of rows of books and wintery trees through the windows cut into the far wall. Snow fell in large clumps outside, white dominating all other colors. Dahlia joined me after a shower, settling herself against by shoulder as I read. I could tell she was horny as soon as she started licking my neck.

I sat my book aside and we kissed. I saw Heather walk through from the hallway and she stopped. "Oh... uh... would you prefer... privacy?"

Dahlia grinned, "Not if that means I won't be licking your pussy, Sis."

I laughed, "What she said."

So Heather sat beside her sister, and Dahlia alternated kissing each of us in turn, hands moving over my lover's swollen breasts from both sides, soon parting her thighs and caressing her pregnant pussy through Dahlia's sweatpants. I heard Heather tell her sister, "I love you so much..."

Dahlia kissed her again, then slid Heather's shirt from her body, revealing lovely braless breasts which Dahlia leaned down to suck and fondle. It caused Dahlia's ass to rise and I caressed it a moment before sliding down the waist and exploring my lover's pregnant pussy with my fingers. Dahlia was already creamy and wet, my fingers sliding easily along her smooth, cleanly-shaven snatch. She purred as she sucked on her sister's nipples.

I tucked one of her legs up onto the couch, the other still on the floor, and spread Dahlia's legs, admiring the beautiful, mature folds between. Kneeling down, I lapped against her vulva, my nose pressed against Dahlia's anus, only the scent of her recent shower and warm flesh found there. Her cunt was ripe and pungent, her cream rich and tart and slippery on my tongue. I moaned my enjoyment and heard Heather's own sighs of pleasure nearby.

I rose up and said to Dahlia's sister, "Would you like a taste?"

"God forgive me... yes!" She was still working her way out of those responses, but the only one that mattered in that moment was how she moved behind Dahlia and turned over onto her back on the couch, her head between her sister's thighs. Dahlia slid back and then down, pushing her pretty pregnant cunt onto Heather's face.

I fondled and licked Heather's breasts a moment, then drew down her slacks as the woman concentrated on the smell and taste and texture of her sister's genitals. The scents between Heather's legs suggested she hadn't showered since our encounter that morning, her pussy still smelling strongly of recent sex. I absolutely loved that aroma. Spreading Heather's legs, I dove in, literally head-first, and began to lick the woman's hairy cunt.

Dahila's ass jiggled as her sister licked her pussy. While I ate Heather's furry snatch, I caressed Dahlia's buttocks, letting my finger slide down into the cleft, tickling the woman's butthole just an inch from where Heather's tongue swept through her slit. Dahlia shuddered and began to orgasm, "Uhnnn... Eat me, Sis... eat me... Oh... Oh... Oh-oh-oh-uhn-uhnnnnn... Uhnnnnn... Oh... Uhnnnnnn..."

Heather's face was soon coated in Dahlia's fragrant cream. On my tongue, I felt Heather's wetness spreading and I rose up, one knee on the couch, and swept back my robe, sinking my cock deep inside the woman's vagina.

Her slickness made it easy to bottom out in her, my hands on Dahlia's shoulders as she continued to ride her sister's face. I could hear Heather's muffled moans between my lover's thighs.

Heather and I mated a while before Dahlia slid off after a second orgasm, kissing her sister and licking her own juices from Heather's face. My lover looked at me with a grin, "Since... things are up in the air about my sister's impregnation... Maybe she'd let you cum somewhere else... somewhere even tighter..."

I swelled at the thought. Heather's eyes widened, breathing quick below me, "Oh, I don't know... Uhnn... Uhnn... I haven't... uhnn... taken a man there... ohhh... in many years..."

"He'll be gentle," Dahlia purred, "and I'll get you ready first..."

On Dahlia's cue, I slowed and held myself inside Heather's lovely pussy a moment before withdrawing, her hairy labia spread open, glistening, a red gape between her lower lips. Dahlia and I helped Heather to stand up. Dahlia brought her to the railing overlooking the lower levels and bent her sister forward, spreading the woman's legs and then pushing her face into Heather's crotch.

I stood watching, stroking myself slowly, as Dahlia licked her sister's anus, the tight brown ring mature and fleshy, flexing a bit each time Dahlia withdrew her tongue from the hole. Slowly, it got wet and began to dilate. Dahlia carefully pushed a finger inside her sister's butt, probing deeply before sliding out half-way. She drooled saliva between Heather's buttocks and pushed back in, spreading wetness all through her tight opening.

After a few minutes, Dahlia looked back and smiled at me, "My sister's ass is ready for you, Brent."

My cock surged as I stepped behind Heather and rested my length along her cleft, firmly sliding it between Heather's buttocks. The woman was panting, her knees flared slightly, ass rounded and parted. I caressed her cheeks then slid my hand between, adding more wetness then probing a finger inside Heather's butthole. She was tight and fleshy, clenching in reaction to my finger, but Dahlia had already done an excellent job in lubing her sister's sphincter.

Dahlia took hold of my shaft and guided the tip of my erect penis to her sister's anus. I heard Heather suck in her breath, then I slowly pushed forward. When the glans popped inside suddenly, Heather jumped and gasped, saying, "Wait... Uhn... Wait..."

I held still until she began to move again, pushing her ass back down my length. She was really tight there despite her hole's fleshy appearance. Before I knew it, Heather had sunk her butt down to the base of my cock. I could feel it twitching and clenching, the insides of the woman's ass even hotter than her pussy.

We began to rut, slowly at first, but faster once Heather began to relax. She started to grunt and moan. Dahlia slid a hand underneath her, playing with her pussy while I fucked her sister's asshole. Heather came loudly, bucking, clinging to the railing as if she might be thrown over the top. I thrust in and out as she orgasmed, then started to swell and strain. I could smell anal sex in the air, the ripe, sharp hints fueling my arousal.

"Give it to her, Brent," Dahlia smiled at me from above Heather's back, "Cum in my sister's tight little ass..."

That was all the encouragement I needed. Sperm surged out of me as I ejaculated into Heather's bowels. I filled her in three or four strong spurts, burning inside her butt, her panting and moaning a delightful accent to my orgasm.

I pulled out after throbbing the last few drops into Heather's ass. Dahlia slid behind her and lapped up the mess we'd made, cleaning all the cum which leaked from her sister's raw, red, gaping butthole. I flopped back on the couch to watch. Heather had another orgasm while Dahlia rimmed her, bucking and bending and crying out loudly again.

The two collapsed together on the floor, sharing kisses and moans and delightful sentiments. I closed my eyes for a bit, savoring the Christmas afternoon intimacy with my lover and her sister.