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, 21 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, 21 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 rest of the day until late evening was spent lounging, for us adults, or out playing in the snow for those younger. The thundersnow storm had passed and the skies had cleared just a bit before the sun set, leaving a peaceful, calm cold across the mountain ridge, light breeze rushing through from time to time, but little more than a gentle flutter through the trees.

Maria and Dahlia were each feeling physically drained, both sore and constipated, so they generally kept to themselves upstairs. I checked on them a couple of times, but other than being a little uncomfortable, they were otherwise okay.

Chime, Glade, and Heather went off to play after a dinner of frozen pizzas, and I wished they'd have invited me along. I knew Chime was going to try to let her brother fuck her ass after I'd taught her how to do it more comfortably, and I longed to see the results first hand.

I was sore, though, as well. My cock, especially, but my balls ached a bit as if they'd been too-heavily taxed in the previous hours and days.

So, with Maria and Dahlia sharing the master bed, Lily curling up with them, I joined Orchid and wrapped myself around her body in her bed that night, kissing her gently.

"Sure you're still okay, Dad?" Orchid said quietly.

I'd half dozed. "Hmm?"

"About me letting Glade do it to me..."

"Oh," I flashed back to those moments and found myself getting hard despite the slight burning along my length, "definitely, Orchid... It was really special for me, too... I got to watch you get fucked in a different way... You are so beautiful when you're taking a cock..."

Orchid giggled, "Well... good... I liked it a lot. Not as much as when I'm with you, I think, but it was... really hot..."

"Glade sure seemed to think so... He busted his nut really hard inside you..."

"Mmm-hmm," my daughter purred, "And I haven't even bathed since then... so... some of Glade's cum is still inside me..."

I kissed her neck, wishing I wasn't so sore.

It was clear, though, that Orchid was not in such a state.

She rolled onto her back and pushed her hand between her legs, drawing fingers slowly through her fur, then holding them under her nose, sniffing. "Mmmm..."

I leaned forward and my daughter brought her fingers close to my face. I inhaled and the pungent, warm scents were a mix of Orchid's aroused, raw odors and something else, a richness which could only have been the remains of Glade's semen.

"Turns you on, doesn't it... that Glade's cum dripped from your pussy," I breathed into Orchid's ear as she started to masturbate, "his cum soaked into you all evening... soaked into your cunt..."

"Ohhh... Mmm-hmmmm... Ohhh..."

I occurred to me that my daughter might share a fantasy of Dahlia's and mine while thinking about Glade spurting in her pussy. "You want his seed to set, don't you, Sweetheart... You want him to impregnate you... you were thinking that when he came, weren't you..."

"God, yes! Uhnnn... Just like... Uhnn... I do... Ohhhh... when you cum in me... Dad... Uhnnnnnnn..."

My lips resting on her shaking ear, I whispered, "He came so deep in you. Deep where you've taken your father's cum..."

"Uhnnnnnnn!"

"He wanted to make a baby, Orchid... Just like I do when I cum in you..."

"Ohhhhhh... God! Uhnnnnnn!"

I purred the fantasy into her brain, "Each time I fill you, Orchid," I said, swiping my tongue through her ear, "I imagine you becoming pregnant. Each time, I cum in you hoping you'll have my child... I love breeding you, Orchid..."

"Ohhhh... God! God! Uhnnn-uhnn-uhnn-uhnn-uhhnnnnnn... Mmmmmm... Ohhhhhh..."

Orchid's orgasm was a tense one, tight jerks, her hips rising and falling from the bed as she clenched her buttocks and strained her thighs, fingers circling her slippery, aromatic vulva rapidly. She came so hard I heard her whimper near the end, a mewl which told me that my daughter's climax crashed in with intensity, so wonderfully.

Her hands reached for me and I wrapped her up, whispering my love for her.

We held together a while before Orchid said quietly, "Was that just... fantasy? Dad... is that something you want..."

My answer was not as easy to express as I thought it would be. "I'm... not sure."

"Huh?"

"I don't really want you to get pregnant Orchid, for a number of reasons, primarily because you're so young. But, also... we're blood related... there could be... complications. And... we already have two pregnancies underway. I don't think we can handle more. But that's a minor consideration, compared to the others... So... No, not really, to answer your question. But..."

"But?"

"At a fantasy level... I love thinking about impregnation. Dahlia and I... played with that for a while and we both loved it. Talking dirty about me getting her pregnant. I guess that really turns me on, and... thinking about it with you, now... it's so amazingly arousing... as a fantasy..."

My daughter was quiet a moment before she replied. "I think I feel the same way. I don't actually want to have a baby... not yet. But... I suppose... once I am ready... it might be alright if it was yours, you know... I've done a lot of research. Children of incest do have higher risks, but, uh... it's not nearly as bad as you might think... Not saying we should, but... thinking about it maybe happening one day... I'm turned on by it, Dad."

I could only smile and kiss her lips. "Well, for now... we aren't chancing that."

"No, definitely not." Orchid looked at me with sleepy eyes. "How did you know, Dad?"

"What?"

"That I thought about Glade getting me pregnant when he came in my pussy. How did you know?"

"I don't, not really, it was just a fantasy which I thought would drive you... you and I think a lot alike, and it was turning me on, so I thought... it might turn you on, as well..."

She smiled and kissed my nose, "It did... Let's explore that some more, whether we think of Glade, or you getting me pregnant... when you aren't so... sore..."

I purred my approval into our kiss and, in my daughter's arms, I shut out everything and went under within minutes.

- - -

I woke before Orchid but well after dawn. I'd been rather exhausted, to be honest, and I assumed, like me and Orchid, everyone else was as well. After slipping on a robe, I checked in on Maria and Dahlia, the two snuggled together in our bed, Lily nowhere in sight. Downstairs, I found out where she'd gone.

It was heavy-breathing, panting, rhythmic dance in the library's lower level. Lily was riding Glade's cock while Heather ate Chime's spread cunt, the girls next to each other on the couch. I could hear them long before I saw them, and, by the time I rounded the corner and looked in, my sore penis was already rising.

Just in time, I watched as Glade strained and growled as he started filling Lily's tight pussy, her voiceless cry obvious as she threw her head back, eyes closed, as the boy spurted freely into her little vagina.

Chime saw me and waved me to her. Heather looked up with a wet grin, juices all over her cheeks and lips and chin. My robe opened and the woman stroked me, a little less gently than I might have liked, but the pleasure overcame my discomfort quickly.

After watching Heather suck me a moment, I looked up to see that Glade was moving behind her, pulling up her hips. He settled his face right between his mother's buttocks and started licking her holes.

Lily grinned at me as she idly played with the sticky cum leaking out of her little cunt. I watched her pull a glob up to her mouth, looking at it a moment, before swallowing it. The delight on the girl's face was indescribably arousing.

Glade started rutting with his mother, and Heather leaned off to one side as Chime unlocked her legs from the woman and rolled towards me, taking her mother's place on my cock. The teen's lovely lips felt almost swollen in thickness sliding up and down about halfway, Chime tickling the tip of my dick with her tongue.

She turned suddenly, offering her backside, giggling, saying, "Anywhere you want..."

I doubted she was prepared for my cock in her ass just then, but it was no less pleasure to stuff my erection into her teenage cunt, already soaked from her mother's saliva. Chime moaned and rolled her hips as we started to mate. Lily pushed her thighs towards where Chime and Heather had their heads close together, and each of them leaned down to lap up the cream still leaking from the girl's vagina.

Chime's cunt tightened suddenly and she started slamming back against my groin. "Uhn... Uhn... Uhn... Uhnnnnn... Mmmmm... Uhnnnn..."

I smacked the teen's ass and saw it quiver, a sharp, lovely squeak voiced from Chime's throat. I did it again and her cunt clenched tighter. Another smack, another, and the rutting teen climaxed hard on my cock.

"Cum in her, Daddy!" I heard Lily exclaim, the girl on the edge of her own orgasm. "Cum in her!"

I pulsed and felt my balls tighten, my stomach clenching. I thrust and thrust into Chime's creamy teen pussy, watching Lily roll her eyes back and cry a soundless cry as she came.

My cock boiled over and I spewed my semen into Chime's cunt, thrusting hard, holding her hips tight, filling the girl's vagina with a thick load.

It took a while to slow down, and only once I had did the burning along my shaft start to throb in discomfort. I ignored it, mostly, but my cock grew flaccid and slipped from Chime's pussy, sperm trailing out to drip onto the couch.

- - -

"So wish I was feeling better," Dahlia told me, "that sounds like it was fun!"

"Yeah, sucks you two are having a rough go right now," I replied sympathetically.

Maria said, "Does sound fun, but none for me right now with this stomach."

I nodded and held her against me, the three of us together on a reading bench at the top of the house library.

"Hope we can make out appointments on Monday," Dahlia mused, "it's pretty important."

We were expecting to find out the sex of her baby, and of Maria's, in just a couple of days. I gave her a squeeze around her shoulders and said, "We'll get there, I promise."

"That new front looks a little scary, Brent," Dahlia replied, "could hit Monday or Tuesday."

"Worst case, we'll get a room ahead of time and stay close by." We had to drive in to Roanoke around noon for the appointments and it looked like the blizzard-threatening storm might really make it difficult to get up and down the mountain, even in my new SUV.

"What do you hope they are, Brent?" Maria asked.

I smiled, "I dunno. Honestly haven't thought about it. But I'm sure you two have. At length."

Dahlia chuckled, "Of course. Maria wants a girl. I'm torn. I've always wanted a boy at some point. This might be my last shot. Not that it will matter once we know, he or she will be too special to let such things bring me down. But, I've also wanted to give Lily her own little sister. Little girls just make me happy, I guess. I just can't wait to know!"

- - -

For the next couple of days, things continued much as they had the previous few days. Maria and Dahlia kept unsettled stomachs and a little morning sickness, otherwise okay, while everyone else fucked and sucked and came freely. I really felt bad about it on Sunday, the flight out for Heather and her kids leaving Tuesday morning, and I spent a lot of time cuddling with my pregnant lovers and ensuring they got what they needed. Each was feeling a little better by late Sunday night, though in no mood for lovemaking.

The winter front was shaping up to arrive a little later than expected, giving us time to get to Roanoke and back on Monday, but its overnight arrival Tuesday morning meant we had to take Heather and her kids to town when Dahlia and Maria had their appointments. I paid for them to share a hotel room, and slipped Heather and Chime both small bottles of lube for any fun they might want.

Before checking into the hotel, the three hung out with me while we waited for the results at the medical office. Maria's appointment was first, and she burst out of the room, half-crying, half-smiling, "A girl!"

We celebrated as politely as we could in the waiting room packed with people, but it was a happy moment, many other pregnant women within, and we heard many congratulations passed towards Maria.

Dahlia came out later, an even, slight smile on her face.

"So?" I prompted her.

Dahlia's smile broadened. "One of each it seems, mine's a boy!"

Once more, we hugged and kissed and shared in the joy.

A boy and a girl. I couldn't believe it. That's the moment everything about the pregnancies got very real to me.

Heather took me aside a moment and said quietly, "I wanted to thank you, Brent... for this week. It has been... invigorating. I've got a lot to think about, myself, but one thing I'm sure of is that you're good for my sister. And for Maria. I love you, Brent. Can't wait for your wedding!"

We hugged and as much as it would have been a wonderful end to their visit to share a bed for a time, the winter storm was just a few hours away. We left Heather and her kids at their hotel for the night then headed back to the house. Wind blew in hard not long after, and the snow started to fall heavily once more.

"So... have you two thought about names yet?" I asked against Dahlia's neck.

"A thousand, yes," she replied, "but nothing has caught me. You?"

I said, "Nothing. Maria?"

"Perhaps..."

Dahlia asked, "Tell us!" with hushed excitement.

"Rosa."

"Lovely," Dahlia purred.

"Agreed," I replied, "lovely."

Two new babies were on the way. It was hard to believe. A boy, and a girl. So many things swirled in my head that night as Dahlia, Maria, and I cuddled in our bed. I knew so much would change that I couldn't even begin to worry. There were some old emotions surfacing, those I'd felt when my ex-wife Mal was pregnant with Orchid. I'd forgotten how scary and exciting those times were. I'd sort of ignored that until the sexes were known. I shuddered and felt Maria's arm on my side tighten slightly. I sighed, and was thankful again to have such wonderful loving people in my life, no matter the circumstances.

- - -

We heard from Heather Tuesday morning. Their flight was delayed with the storm rolling through, and it was looking more and more like they wouldn't make it out that day. I thought about going down to stay with them, but even with my rugged new SUV, the mountain passes would be too treacherous to attempt with snow still falling as heavy bands waved through the area.

Dahlia and Maria were quite excited, though still a little constipated and nauseous, and I spent hours cuddling with them, the girls coming and going as well, though Lily told me that she and Orchid had been playing with the Feeldoe we'd given Lily for Christmas, and in vivid detail the girl giggled as she described what it had felt like to fuck Orchid with it. They'd turned it around and Lily gushed her approval of the way Orchid quickly learned how to wear the strapless dong and thrust into Lily like my daughter had a real penis. "Not as good as your dick, Daddy," Lily told me as she got up to go find Orchid, "but still, it felt really great!"

I grinned as she left the bedroom. Dahlia was on the verge of napping again, but her flushed cheeks showed that the woman was aroused to hear her daughter describe the girls' play. "That one sure takes after her mother," my lover mused.

Maria giggled, "For sure!"

"Tired, Brent?" Dahlia asked me as we lounged on the bed in mid-afternoon.

"Not particularly, just happy to give you two some company."

"I'm going to nap again, I think. Really weary today."

I heard one of the two pass gas and saw Maria blushing. "Sorry," she chuckled, "I'm really gassy right now..."

I ignored the sharp smell in the room and kissed her, "Not a problem at all... just wish you felt better."

"Think I'll nap, too," the nineteen-year old told me, "can you check in with Tito? I was supposed to call him earlier and I forgot..."

"Sure will," I replied, stretching before standing up from the bed, "I'll do that right now."

I left my lovers as they started to doze and went downstairs. There was no sign of the girls, but I thought it likely that they were up to something naughty and left them to enjoy their play, giving my cock just a little more rest.

Tito answered the phone at Maria's on the second ring, "Oh, good evening, Brent! How are things in the mountains?"

"Snowy," I told the man handling the daily management of my lover's guest house. "Packed in right now. Dahlia's sister and her family are still trying to fly home out of Roanoke, but all flights have been delayed, likely cancelled soon, if not already."

"Ah, bother," Tito replied.

"Hey, I'm just checking in for Maria. She's not feeling well today."

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, just normal pregnancy stuff. Nothing to worry about."

"Ah, good. I will need to send some documents for Maria to sign later this week."

"You have her email, I assume."

"Of course. I'll send what I need by Friday. She can just print and sign them and email them back."

"Everything otherwise going okay there?"

The man replied, "Oh, yes. We are very busy here. No snow in Key West, that's for sure!"

"Good to hear. Listen, Tito, I don't know what sorts of plans Maria might have for the guest house, but... I think it's safe to say that she'll want you to stay on at least through the end of the year, likely longer. Do you think that will work for you?"

"Well... yes, I had hoped as much, though... I admit that I don't like the uncertainty beyond that point."

"Understood," I told him, "Maria should know more about what she wants to do once she has her child. She's due at the end of April."

"She? Oh, Maria will have a girl?"

"Yes. Just found out yesterday."

"Wonderful. Has she decided on a name?"

"Rosa," I replied.

"Ah!" Tito exclaimed, "how nice! After her grandmother. Maria Rosa."

"Yes, exactly. I like the choice, too. It's a nice tribute to a wonderful woman..."

"Yes," he agreed, "I do miss her terribly. She was always so kind to me and my family. I know young Maria misses her, as well..."

I replied, "She does. She really wished her grandmother could have lived long enough to see the baby, but..."

"It was not in God's plans..." the man said.

I didn't voice my disagreement with the sentiment. "I should let you get back to things, Tito. Call us if you need anything, and I'll let Maria know to expect those documents on Friday."

I hung up with Tito and poured myself a gin and tonic, a few drops of lime syrup mixed in. Still no sign of the girls, I decided to read a bit, going up to the top floor so that I could watch the snow falling outside. It was dark, so I turned on one of the exterior lights to see the heavy chunks of wet snow hammering down. It really was a strong storm. I hadn't seen one like this in many years.

Once, I'd been camping when a front churned up more moisture than expected, dumping almost a foot of snow overnight. I'd crawled out of my tent that morning in surprise, and I'd had to stay at the campground two days longer than expected before deciding to risk the dangerous trek down the mountain. My boss hadn't been thrilled by my absence, and I'd worked off the missed time over a couple of weekends afterwards.

This was much different, of course. It was sort of like camping, in that we were miles from any neighbors, well up the mountain, away from civilization. But unlike my tent accommodations, I had a healthy warmth around me, wearing only my robe, thousands of books at my fingertips, food ready to eat down in the refrigerator. I did love the basic-necessity aspects of camping, but I had to admit it was so nice to watch the snow fall from a comfortable couch with the heat cranked up to a toasty level.

I had forgotten to grab a book, and as I rose to begin my search through the shelves nearby, I saw a book which someone else had put on the coffee table, a marker sticking out from the pages. The title was Incest, by Anaïs Nin. I knew vaguely of the woman's name, but nothing more. I sat back down, opened the book to the marker, and started reading.

It was a biographical account of an adult Anaïs taking her father as her lover. It really happened. And she described their relationship in warm terms, so it seemed at first. No overly-explicit descriptions of their coupling, but it was clear that Anaïs did not think what they had done was terribly wrong, though her confusion and uncertainty and shame also came through clearly. There were clear signs that she'd enjoyed their intimacy, though it also challenged her, as well.

I grew hard. Here was a woman openly telling the whole world about making love with her own father. Part of me wished I could be so open in describing the passionate, loving relationship I had with Orchid. But I knew I could never be so bold. Orchid was not an adult, as Anaïs had been when she'd mated with her father. That alone meant I could never tell anyone else what my daughter and I felt for each other, how we bonded, physically and emotionally, and how we shared our bodies together just as Anaïs and her father had done.

A long separation had taken her father from her when she was a girl, the two only reuniting years later after Nin was in her thirties and had known many lovers and learned about the world, always searching to rediscover the man who had been estranged from her life, to know him, to bring him back into her life after such a long, difficult, and troubling separation.

"We must avoid possession," he said, "but, oh, let me kiss you." He caressed my breasts and the tips hardened. I was resisting, saying no, but my nipples hardened. And when his hand caressed me, – oh, the knowingness of those caresses – I melted. But all the while some part of me was hard and terrified. My body yielded to the penetration of his hand, but I resisted, I resisted enjoyment. I resisted showing my body, I only uncovered my breasts. I was timid and unwilling, yet passionately moved. "I want you to enjoy, to enjoy," he said. "Enjoy." And his caresses were so acute, so subtle; but I couldn't, and to escape from him I pretended to. Again I lay over him and felt the hardness of his penis. He uncovered himself. I caressed him with my hand. I saw him quiver with desire. ¹

It was, in some ways, the best written pornography I'd ever read. I didn't know then the whole backstory of Nin's childhood, her father's emotional abuse, his pedophilic photography of her as a girl. Instead, I only had the story from the point of the bookmark.

Nin described their coupling in a fluid poetry of words, unlike any I'd ever read. The tension she described, the struggle between her desires and her fear, was immaculately, poetically conveyed.

Ecstatic, his face, and I now frenzied with the desire to unite with him . . . undulating, caressing him, clinging to him. His spasm was tremendous, of his whole being. He emptied all of himself in me . . . and my yielding was immense, with my whole being, with only that core of fear which arrested the supreme spasm in me. ¹

Nin's writing haunted and aroused me. She was deeply conflicted, both desirous of her father and unable to tear away the fear and the heavy weight of their intimacy. Her father's health was not strong, yet his desire for Anaïs was nearly immortal. She understood that he was broken in many ways, and the young woman wanted only to make him whole. To heal him. Sacrificing her own happiness, her own joy, in order to ensure her father's pleasure was deeply assured.

At night – caresses. He begged me to undress and lie at his side. His caressing suppleness and mine, the feelings which run from head to toe – vibrations of all the senses, a thousand new vibrations . . . a new union, a unison of delicacies, subtleties, exaltations, keener awareness and perception and tentacles. A joy which spreads in vast circles, a joy for me without climax because of that deeper, inner holding back. Yet missing only the climax and revealing by this very absence what intensity he and I could bring to the envelopment, to the radius and rainbox of a climax. ¹

I idly stroked myself, conflicted in my reading. Anaïs told me, the reader, how troubling the intimacy was for her, yet she admitted her weakness for it, as well. She didn't climax, she'd said, but, in some ways, she found it mattered little to the sensation of intensity and desires she experienced in those couplings.

When I walked down the dark hall to my room – with a handkerchief between my legs because his sperm is overabundant – the mistral was blowing, and I felt a veil between life and me, between joy and me.

I was hooked on her words, turned on beyond belief and troubled by how her father seemed oblivious to his daughter's resistance, her fears for what had brought them to know each other intimately.

The next night, when he was a little freer in his movements and he lay over me, it was an orgy, and he penetrated me three and four times without pausing and without withdrawing – his new strength, new desire, and new spurt coming like waves following each other. I sank into the dim, veiled, unclimaxed joy, into the mist of caresses, languors, into continuous excitation, experiencing at last, profoundly, a passion for this man, a passion founded on awe, admiration. It ceased to concern me, the attainment of my own joy. I plunged into the completion of his. I told him these had been the most beautiful nights of my life, and when I said this I saw he had wanted keenly to know if this were so. I poured out love, worship, awareness. And the fourth night it was again different. He did not believe in excess, in exhaustion. He wanted the high exaltation preserved. I told him about the painting of Lot and his daughters. He said, "You are still a child." But I remembered he had said the first night, "Je n'ai plus de Dieu! – I have lost God." ¹

I thought about my relationship with Orchid and felt fear grow inside me that I was as consumed with my own exaltation as Nin's father. Had I missed her own reservations? Her fears? Was she trying to make me whole? Did my daughter see me as broken, somehow? Did our intimacy represent only my own joy? It hadn't seemed that way, to be sure, but now I had doubts. I read on.

Once we sat in the blazing sun, alone in the garden. He had taken a chair in front of me. He observed that a stocking was wrinkled. I tightened my garter. The spectacle stirred him. He showed me his penis, tense. He asked me to lift my dress. I did so and began to undulate, moving as if in expectancy of a lancing. When we both could not bear the excitement any longer, we went to his room and he threw me on the bed and took me from behind. ¹

The visceral scene Nin described made my penis swell in my fingers. I couldn't shake the troubling doubts and fears she'd admitted, yet her honest descriptions of those nights with her father made it clear that she felt not only fear but excitement. Arousal.

I heard movement below, and stood to peer down the open stories to the lowest level of the library. Orchid had seated herself on one of the couches, knees drawn up underneath a lovely dress, thick stockings covering her legs. A book in her hands, she started reading and I just watched her a while. Smiling to myself for all the love I felt for her. Cringing to think I might be like Nin's father, self-absorbed and unable to see the obviousness of his daughter's discomfort and emotional distress.

I went downstairs quickly, needing to touch Orchid. To kiss her. To seek comfort in her arms and her lips. I needed to know the truth of our relationship.

She saw me walk in and smiled, "Hey, Dad."

"Orchid... can we talk a bit?"

I sat beside her when she nodded and sat aside her book. I still held Incest in my hands. Orchid saw it and said, "I've read that one..."

"Orchid... Am I like Nin's father? Have I completely missed that you don't see things as I do? Have I been too caught up in my own pleasure to miss that this isn't the same for you?"

My daughter leaned forward and touched my arm, "God, Dad, no! Not at all. You're nothing like him..."

"I want to believe that, Orchid, but seeing her father through Nin's eyes... I fear that, like him, I've only sought my own pleasure. My own... exaltation."

She kissed my lips, "Dad. I love you. I love that we are together like they were..."

"That's what worries me, Orchid. Their intimacy was one-sided. Nin struggled to deal with a father she wanted to please who never seemed to notice her resistance as important."

"Dad, I'm not resisting, trust me. I want everything. All of it. She didn't even cum with her father, from what she wrote. How many times have I cum, Dad?"

"I have no idea..."

My daughter continued, "But it's more than that. You love me like I'm the most special person in the world, even though you have Dahlia and Maria and Lily... I feel so wonderful when you look at me, and I can't wait to feel you touching me. I want everything, Dad. Always. You're nothing like him."

My fears started to ease. "I love you so much, Orchid. I never want to treat you the way he treated Anaïs. Selfish. Greedy. Desirous to the point of destroying what might have been an amazing relationship had he only been aware and cared enough to see her joy teased out."

"Never, Dad. That's not you. I promise you. You make me feel... so good..." Orchid's lips pressed to mine and I let her touch consume me.

The next moments were a blur for me. Passionate. Gentle. Urgent. A swirl of fingers and lips and wetness. I penetrated my daughter's pussy as Nin's father had done to Anaïs, but instead of ignoring her pleasure, I made Orchid climax once, then again, kissing her, letting her lovely moans play into my ears and fill me with more passion and desire for her pleasure.

She came so easily for me, the teen's wetness like honey, drawing me to it. I licked her intimately, her spreading flower, her inner thighs, the soft flesh of her most delightful places.

When I entered her finally, her hands drew me deeper, deeper. We mated like urgent lovers, kissing, her fingers holding my head to hers, our bodies thrusting and rolling together. I filled her in rushing waves of intense joy, as Nin's father had done to his daughter, but for Orchid and me, it was in a shared embrace, an partnership of pleasure, our bodies connected as though we never wanted to pull them apart, Orchid trembling into another orgasm as my spurts fired into her. I was inside my daughter when I came, and she let me throb every last drop I had into her, moaning her appreciation throughout, fingers grasping me as we kissed and climaxed together.

"God, Dad..." she breathed as we rocked gently together, me over her, our bodies still connected, my penetration remaining firm and strong within her vagina, "that was amazing..."

"I love you so, so much, Orchid," I moaned, kissing her again, "God, I love you..."

"I love you, Dad... always... you make me feel so good... I can't imagine a better lover in my life. I want to take you inside me all the time. I love feeling you fill me with cum..."

Orchid and I whispered soft, gentle love for each other long after I grew soft and slid from her body, holding each other long into the evening. She told me over and over how much she wanted what we did, assuring me that her joy was intense and fulfilling. She coaxed my penis back to hardness and mounted me, our bodies a blur again, her urgent movements bringing her to orgasm again, and my second soon followed, more of my seed filling her tight, young body. Collapsing over me, Orchid kissed my lips, then my cheek, "Better, now?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"Good, cause," Orchid whispered, "when you're ready again... I want you to take me to my bed and take me from behind, just like Nin's father did with her..."

I purred my approval and it didn't take long for us to head upstairs and fulfill Orchid's desire.

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¹: Nin, Anaïs. Incest: From A Journal of Love, the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1992.