Brent, Male, 34

	- Narrator, marketing manager, father of Orchid

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

Dahlia, Female, 36

	- Mother of Lily

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

Lily (Lilian), Female, 9

	- Daughter of Dahlia

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

Ohhh... Daddy...

I heard Lily's words in my head, alternating between Orchid's voice and the nine-year old's. It was overwhelming, had me buzzing and trying to take in everything. I rested on the bench seat inside the camper as Dahlia slid between her daughter's legs, purring into the girl's little pussy. Lily watched me with wide eyes, her mouth open slightly, panting. She had just taken three loads of semen inside her vagina. My semen. She called me Daddy.

I loved it. Hated it. Wanted more. Wanted to pretend it was not real. Just a fantasy. Just play. As I watched Dahlia lick my cum out of her daughter's hole, there was no denying what I watched. No denying the part I had played. Dahlia looked back at me, held Lily's little hairy slit open, a question in her eye that asked 'are you still here? Are you still turned on?'

My cock was sore, unable to rise again. I was very much turned on. Lily's little cunt was swollen and red, the earlier pink replaced by raw flesh. The young girl had taken me inside her several times, her vagina mature enough to let me fuck her, barely, her age too young to believe I had actually done so. My scratchy, irritated penis told me all too well how I'd fucked Lily, made my situation all too real.

Dahlia returned to her daughter's vagina, had the nine-year old panting, writhing beneath the woman's tongue and fingers. Lily arched, stared at me, breathed in, shuddered, and climaxed on her mom's face, the little girl mostly silent, just her gasps breaking the hum of her mother's lips locked onto the girl's genitals. Lily bucked twice, strained against the contact, and fell back breathing heavily, still watching me watching her.

There was no going back for me. Oh, I know I could have fought it. Could have disappeared and never tried to find the mother and daughter again. But... how could I? How could I ignore how fucking hot it had been to fuck Lily's little body. How much I enjoyed the way her small vagina squeezed me, how it milked my jism into her little hole? How could anyone, having experienced that, not want to continue it?

Dahlia crawled up on the bed, pulled Lily between her legs. I saw the woman's swollen clit and labia spread, drooling, dripping excited juices onto the sheets. Lily slid in, lapped at her mother's cunt. My eyes darted from the girl's small head between her mom's thighs to the small curves of the girl's ass which rested on her ankles. Lily's body was sweaty, glistened.

The girl quickly brought Dahlia to orgasm. She'd done this many times before, I knew. The girl had a tongue and mouth that had a lot of practice eating her mom's pussy, a lot of experience ensuring her mother's body shuddered in climax. Dahlia's eyes closed and she moaned out her pleasure, “oooohhh... oooohhh... ohhhh... Lily... oooh, yes, Sweetie... oh, yess... that's it... lick Mommy... lick Mommy... eat Mommy's cream... ooooh, Lily, oooooh.... ooh... ooh... ooh... ooh... oohmmmmm... mmmm...” Dahlia's orgasm was softer than I'd seen from her before, almost gentle. She rocked her hips around her daughter's face as she came, and Lily lapped up everything her mother's body had produced.

Lily crawled into the bed beside her mother, Dahlia's body open, legs parted, her raw sex easily seen. Lily lay on her side, lips sucking on her mom's breasts slowly, her eyes watching me. Dahlia motioned her head from me to the bed, wanted me to join them.

I felt thick and light all at once. The weight of my actions hadn't sunk in fully, but I was aware enough to know it would come soon. Lily's body had made me high, intoxicated, the amazing, forbidden thrill of tasting the nine-year old, of fucking her, of cumming in her pussy. An experience I never expected to have, the tight, wet, swollen hole of the girl something I had only fantasized about, dreamed about from afar. The little girl had just let me penetrate her, inseminate her, make her cum.

I crawled onto the bed, my mind racing, excited, anxious, weary. Dahlia held me for a while. We kissed, Lily sucked her mom's breasts, sucked my nipples. I touched both mother and daughter. Felt Dahlia shudder as I tickled her stomach, felt Lily do the same a moment later. In those soft moments, after the intensity of fucking Lily earlier, the first roots of acceptance were laid down. That's not to say I wasn't confused and conflicted by what I'd done, by what Dahlia and Lily had let me do, but acceptance of enjoying it, of wanting it, of believing that Lily was not being harmed just because she was sexually active with her mom, and now with me.

Lily snored first, her light breath against her mother's chest. Dahlia followed, and my thoughts drifted slow and slippery toward my own sleepiness.

- - -

Incest. A loaded term. A word that has had a stigma and a burden. It was dirty, disgusting. An unspeakable act that can only lead to trauma and pain. Incest meant more than just walking past a boundary. It represented shattering the bonds that held most people in check when it came to sexuality. No one needed to tell you not to have sex with your children, with your parents, your siblings. It was so clearly taboo that no one bothered to mention it. You just didn't do it.

But it happens. A lot. And most of it is abusive, traumatizing, scary. One thinks back to Oedipus. His incest was not deliberate, fate having delivered his mother's body to him hidden from his eyes. Only later did he understand that he had known his mother in a carnal way, and fate was not kind to him.

But Oedipus's situation was relatively simple, easy, the drama that played out after his understanding that he had fucked his mother was overblown, unnecessary. It was suffering for the sake of suffering. Who could blame a man for having sex with a woman that wanted him? He did not know it was his mother, that he fucked the very vagina that had given birth to him. Compared to Lily and Dahlia, Oedipus was a very innocent man.

My dreams swirled with scenes of the hours previous. I tasted Lily over and over, fucked her tight little nine-year old pussy. I watched mother and daughter lick each other intimately, their genitals not forbidden to the other. The relationship was lustful, needful, desirous. Lily wanted it, as much as any girl her age could, and Dahlia needed it desperately, loved making Lily feel good, was desperate to see her daughter's needs fulfilled.

I saw again Lily on her back, her little thighs parted, her pink, swollen pussy spread open, her sex offered freely to me. I watched myself penetrate her, ejaculate in her. Heard her say Ohhh... Daddy...

Lily's face became Orchid's. My daughter lay on her back, legs spread with me between them. I saw her smile, her open-mouthed panting so lovely and arousing. I saw my daughter's small breasts, her pubic hair tickling me as I ejaculated inside her. Orchid's mouth parted slightly, I heard her whisper Ohhh... Daddy... over and over.

The dilemma of Oedipus was nothing compared to what I dreamt. I knew I fucked my daughter, felt myself willing my semen into her tender young body, wanted desperately to fill her over and over with my incestuous seed.

Unlike Oedipus, I don't believe in fate, in destiny, in lives driven insane by gods and magic. In my dreams, fucking Lily, fucking Orchid, it was me in charge. I had free will to stop, to pull out, to avoid what I did.

I chose to fuck Lily. I chose to fuck Orchid, my daughter.

Waking up slowly, I felt a surprising calm about where I was, what had happened the night before. Lily slept between Dahlia and I, apparently had crawled over her mother in the night and settled her body in the middle. Dahlia's arm touched her daughter's hip, my hand held Lily's breast. My penis was hard and pressing into Lily's back.

I chose what I did. In the dream, it was harder to be aware of it. More difficult to make choices and follow them through the consequences. I chose to put my penis against Lily's sleeping body, to find her genitals with my fingers, to draw out her wetness and bring it to my mouth.

Lily's pussy had drooled in the night, slickness coating her little labia. I tasted her young juices, loved the pungent sweet flavors of the light white cream that coated my fingers. I put the tip of my penis against her opening, and slipped inside the nine-year old's wet, tight hole.

My sore penis throbbed as I penetrated the girl, sank deep into her sex. She sighed in her sleep, unmoving, otherwise silent. I slowly fucked her vagina, the girl not stirring at first. Dahlia's eyes fluttered opened, unseeing. I smiled at her as I penetrated her nine-year old daughter's pussy. Dahlia smiled sleepily, her hand sweeping from my chest to where my penis disappeared into Lily's body. The woman touched us there, letting her fingers dance at just the spot where my cock contacted the girl's swollen, slick labia, where she could feel my body penetrating her daughter's.

Lily stirred, pushed back against me with each short, slow thrust. Not thrusts but waves. Her flesh was one with mine. Lily's little movements an extension of my own. Her nine-year old vagina a sleeve that made me feel whole, wanted, the natural, tender extension of my penis, the reason I was alive. My body hummed against hers as she pushed her head to her mother's breasts, sucked at Dahlia's heavy tit as her mom moaned out in pleasure.

Dahlia slid down Lily's body, kissing her daughter's stomach, her hips, took my penis and pulled it from the girl's pussy, took me in her mouth. Dahlia tasted her daughter on my flesh, licked away the creamy mix of the nine-year old's arousal and mine. She hummed on my penis, flicked her tongue slowly around my length, returned me to her daughter's hole. I pushed back inside the tight girl and felt my balls tighten.

“Ohhh... Daddy... Ohhh... Daddy...”

Lily became Orchid once more. I felt myself expanding, my daughter's body willing and taking me inside. Lily shuddered and climaxed quietly as my penis swelled. My mind saw my daughter shudder and cum, my ejaculate racing out to fill her vagina. I humped the girl slowly, spurting my semen into her little body, my mind seeing Orchid accepting my seed, shivering as I came in her.

“Ohhh... yess... Daddy...”

I held against Orchid/Lily, the warm body next to mine sweaty and wonderful. I kissed her neck as my cock leaked into her, thoughts of my daughter mixed with knowledge of the nine-year old's arousal. Dahlia pulled me out of Lily, took my softening penis into her mouth, cleaning away the sperm and her daughter's cream. Lily's fingers found her mother's genitals and slid inside the woman.

Dahlia moaned as she sucked my cock, her daughter's fingers wet and plunging into the woman's cunt. I heard squishing, tender flesh being stroked, heard Dahlia cry out, could smell the wet pussies of mother and daughter alike. I inhaled the overwhelming mix of soft young sex and mature, ripe cunt. Dahlia climaxed on her daughter's fingers, “ooohh... ohhhh... ohhh... oooh, Lily... ohhh, yess...”

The woman relaxed, Lily's head returning to her breast, the girl's fingers slipping from her slick vagina. I pulled Lily's fingers to my face and sucked her mother's cream from her little fingers. Dahlia's slickness was warm and pungent, sweet and salty and musky. The closed camper smelled like an orgy of lust and horny pussy and warm sperm.

We lay together long into the morning, the camper becoming very warm and thick with our sweat and the smells of our bodies. I accepted my role, my decision to have sex with Lily and her mother. I wanted it, needed it, couldn't think of anything I wanted more.

Anything, except my own daughter, that is. The way my fantasies had played in my dreams and while I fucked Lily, I knew I wanted my daughter that way. But, it was fantasy then. One I enjoyed, to be sure, but just that. I hadn't decided that I would become sexual with my daughter at that point. Not even close. Sure, my fantasies, the moment I'd ejaculated in Lily as if my daughter was there taking my seed, seemed real enough. But I knew that fantasy and reality didn't often meet, and as we stirred from the camper to swim in the warmth of the early Sunday, I'd already compartmentalized what I'd done with Lily away from what I wanted with Orchid.

I wouldn't let myself move on my daughter that way. I knew the reality of incest even as I accepted that Lily was an extreme and special exception. I wanted only kindness for Orchid, not confusion and abuse. She'd had enough difficulty in her life without her father displaying his desire for her.

We swam in the cool water together, soft smiles and Lily's giggles as she splashed and played. Dahlia kissed me often, let her hands cover my body. I could see the relief in her eyes that she'd found someone who could accept the relationship she had with her daughter, could empathize with the conflicting and difficult nature of sharing her bed with the girl. Of sharing her body. I can't pretend to say I understood or even condoned it fully, but the night and morning we shared meant that I had accepted it and wanted to be with them, to share with them more moments of lust and longing and warm bodies.

I had to leave after our swim. I still had a few things to do to get ready for Orchid's arrival on Monday. I needed to wash away my incestuous thoughts and once more become Dad. I packed up my things and kissed Dahlia deeply, kissed Lily and held each close to me. I couldn't help running my fingers through their hair, touching their bodies, feeling the heat from their genitals.

“Dahlia... I... I have to go. Have to go get ready for Orchid. I would... love to see you again. You and Lily. Would you like that?”

Dahlia kissed me, said, “Yes. I want that very much. When... when can I see you again?”

“I live near Roanoke, where are you?”

“Near Front Royal. Just north of town.”

I nodded my head, said, “Not too far to visit. Look... I don't know what things will be like when Orchid gets here, ok? I haven't figured that out yet, figured out how to keep my relationship with her normal and safe, you know?”

Dahlia took my hand, whispered, “I know, Brent, I know. Just... don't forget about us, ok? I know Orchid is your priority, and I'm happy for you. Give her a great home to feel safe and loved, ok? But... find time for me when you can. I... It's been a long time since I've found someone to talk to who... well, I've never found anyone who knows what you know. Despite... what we did together, I still deal with guilt and shame everyday, and I wish I had you to help us both. Lily doesn't seem to feel conflicted, but I do. Knowing what I do, the girls and boys I help everyday. I... I never want to hurt her, you know? Don't hurt Orchid, no matter what happens. Don't hurt her.”

“I know. I... You know I fantasize about my daughter. I... I even imagined it was Orchid I came inside this morning, when I came in Lily. But... I won't hurt her. Never. She needs me to be her foundation, someone she can count on to be her support, to be her Dad, you know? I'll never hurt her intentionally.”

Lily had run back to the camper, returned with the underwear I'd brought which Orchid had worn. The bra I'd cum in and seen warn over my daughter's breasts. Panties that I'd sniffed. Panties that Lily and Dahlia had inhaled. She handed them to me, giggled, handed me another pair of panties, said, “those are mine. I know you like the way I smell, so, uh, smell them when you want to think about me.” She was smiling, her words far too mature for a girl her age. I sniffed the dirty little panties, knew I couldn't take another if I wanted to get home that day. I pocketed the underwear and hugged Lily tight.

I whispered in her ear, “you're a very special and sweet young woman, Lily. Thank you... for offering yourself to me. Thank you... it was a treat I don't deserve but one I'll always cherish. You are a very wonderful young woman...”

She hugged me back, whispered, “I'm always yours, Daddy. Always your little girl.”

The way she said 'Daddy' made my dick hard again, and I had to let her go and get started on my drive. I kissed them again, exchanged phone numbers with Dahlia, and left the campsite, Lily's voice whispering Always yours, Daddy over and over in my head.