I woke feeling drained, snoozing off and on for an hour or so, curled up around Piper. Only the three or four deep snores from beyond the bed made me remember that my daughter and I were not alone. Carefully, I extracted myself from Piper and the bed and crept over to the broad desk where I'd set up my laptop. The previous evening, while each girl had showered, I'd managed to upload the photos from the first day of the birthday celebration. An astounding number had not included Grace herself.

I glanced over to watch the teen sleeping deeply, on her back on the soft couch. A really pretty girl, Grace was, even with a spot of drool dried along the side of her mouth, her lovely chocolate strands messy and sticking out in bunches from under her head. I wondered how crappy her parents and guardian must be to have let the girl go, alone, with a strange man and his daughter for the night. Never would I have let Piper do such a thing, not even if she was Grace's age. The girl's safety could have easily been violated.

While Grace snored without shame and Piper slept more quietly on the bed, I check out flight options for getting back to Los Angeles. Storms, it seems were causing havoc all over Europe, and in the US. A dense tropical storm had gone ashore in the gulf and was currently sitting over Atlanta, pushing lines of heavy winds and rain all the way up to New York and Boston. The next couple of days would be a nightmare to deal with, so, after checking my work portal and finding that Marilyn had yet to find me a next gig, I booked us tickets for Tuesday. It left two free days in Monaco.

It could be tricky at times, figuring out my company's reimbursement policies. Days before gigs were almost always covered, as was the day after, but beyond that, extra time spent outside that range might not be covered even if it was due to flight scheduling. I'd fought with Marilyn on a couple of overnight additions where I'd had no choice in the matter, but mostly, I ate the costs which were, to the company, optional. At least one night in Monaco would be on my dime. I hadn't decided yet whether we would stay at our current hotel or try to find something less expensive outside of Monaco, the latter being much more probable. The company would pay for Saturday and Sunday nights, for sure, but not Monday.

I'd yet to look over the envelope of items Veronica had given me the night we saw her in Sydney. Too much had been going on, too much excitement to discover that Piper was my daughter, far too much mental fatigue from traveling from Australia to southern Europe. A chance to do so while the girls slumbered, I quietly pulled the envelope from my laptop case and flipped through it.

There was an original birth certificate. My name was even on it. I dunno why that sent shivers through me, but it did. There were some medical records, a couple of official documents regarding guardianship of Piper, and a hand-written note with credentials to log into a bank account.

I typed in the website link for the bank based in Switzerland and put in the email and password Veronica had provided me. An account was listed on the first page, and the amount in their astonished me.

Over four hundred thousand Swiss francs, roughly equivalent in US dollars. I saw only deposits going back several months, some regular payments of two or four thousand, other chunks randomly worth more. I wasn't really awake enough to start figuring out how or if to do anything with the account. I suppose I had a bit of reverse sticker shock, much too suprised and out of it to consider what it meant for Piper to have that sort of money in her name. I closed the tab and let the issue rest for a while.

"Oh, hey," I heard Grace say quietly in the near-darkness of the room.

I turned back to see the girl standing and stretching a few feet behind me. "Morning," I whispered.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Nothing, really, just waking up myself."

Grace turned and looked at the bed, staring a moment at Piper's sleeping form, "Oh... okay. I need to pee..."

I watched her walk into the bathroom slowly, the nightshirt she wore covering most of her form, leggings disappearing too low to enjoy the teen's lovely curves before she closed the door.

I couldn't help noticing. Not that I wasn't wholly satisfied and in love with my daughter. Piper was more than I needed, more than I deserved, but that part of me which I couldn't switch off even if I wanted to kicked in and led my mind to ponder naughty things about the lovely young girl I'd met less than a day earlier.

Was she a virgin? Did she masturbate? Did Grace shave or trim her pubic hair, or was it natural? Had she ever gotten wet looking at another girl? Or at me, perhaps? What did she smell like? Taste like? What sounds would she make when brought to orgasm?

Awash in arousal, I nearly found my way back to Piper to attempt a very risky mating session on the bed, but I heard a flush and patted down my rising erection, trying to control myself. I felt a bit like I'd been caught at something, unable to fully flush the answers to the sexual questions I was imaging about Grace from my thoughts, and when she stepped from the bathroom, intertwined her fingers and stretched again, blushing and smiling at me a little too directly, I had to look away and pretend to study something on my screen.

I heard her settle on the couch behind me and I felt bad a moment. The girl probably craved attention in her life, obviously so given how her birthday celebration had gone, and her night's end spent with strangers, and I couldn't pull myself from thinking sexual things about her, to the point that I stared blankly at my laptop, seeing nothing of detail, for long moments, ignoring the girl completely.

Turning slowly, I peered over my shoulder to see what Grace was doing. Her eyes were glued to her phone, knees hugged against her chest, arms wrapped around legs holding the device, as she sat quietly on the couch. With little light in the room, only her face and part of her legs were brightened enough to see clearly. Her hair was still wild and unkempt, not yet brushed out, the sleepy teen yawning a couple of times before I stood up to try to offer some companionship, reserved as it had to be.

I stepped towards her and Grace glanced up. "Doing okay? Sleep alright?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake Piper with another half-hour or so before we needed to start getting ready for our day.

Grace nodded, "Sure... pretty good, yeah." She glanced around the darkened room and added, "This place is really nice."

"Not too bad at all. Monaco is pretty gaudy top to bottom."

"It's an illusion," Grace told me. "Only 'cause it's so small. There's only rich people here... Like my great-uncle. Everyone not rich lives outside, mostly in France or even in Italy, the workers, you know... They can't live here."

"I expect not," I replied. "Strange that a single, small city is its own nation. I find that rather odd."

Grace shrugged, "Just normal to me, I guess."

I sat on the arm of the couch, not wanting to move too close to the girl and possibly make her uncomfortable. I kept the sexual thoughts away as best I could. "So... what's life like outside this place? Enjoying school?" The small talk felt as awkward as the way I was resting on the arm of the couch.

"Suppose it's okay. School's okay."

"Planning to go on to university?"

"Maybe," Grace replied, "I have some time before I have to decide."

"Understood... you're, what... a freshman in high school?"

"Seconde," Grace corrected. "High school is a little different in France. It's like a freshman in your schools, but it's the first year of three here. Your schools are four years, ouais?"

"Right, four years."

"It's probably similar, being a first-year student in a new school."

I nodded, "I expect so. Being the new guy is no fun, err, new girl."

Shrugging, Grace replied, "It's not too bad, I think. I have a few friends, so that's nice."

"Boyfriends?" I asked impulsively, regretting the question immediately, then compounding my discomfort by adding, "Or, girlfriends?"

She shook her head, "No..."

"Ah."

The silence which followed was uncomfortable, the two of us saved by a loud yawn from the bed. Grace and I both turned to see Piper stretching, her silhouette just visible with the low light filtering in through the curtain-covered window. "Morning," she grinned.

"Morning, Love," I replied.

The girl stretched and said, "I'm starving. Can we eat before we have to leave?"

"There's time," I told her. "We can go down to the cafe as soon as you're both ready."

Piper said, "Good, cause, I could, like, eat a lot right now."

"Don't go to crazy. The boat ride might be a little rough, right?" I asked Grace.

She nodded, "I guess. I don't really get to go out often. Maybe once before? And it was kinda rough."

"Right. Well, if you two will get dressed, I'll do the same and we can go get some breakfast."

Piper leapt from the bed and raced into the bathroom, then, before closing the door, my daughter stuck her head back out and said, "You can change with me, Grace!"

The teen went in, as well, and the door closed behind them.

I couldn't help wondering what Piper might get to see in there, and for a moment, I actually felt a little jealous.

- - -

Breakfast was eggs, browned shawarma meat, tomatoes, a salty cheese, and unleavened, grilled bread, something like a pita. Delicious and flavorful, Piper was satisfied and Grace agreed it had been delicious. Before long, we were on our way to one of the docks to meet the yacht.

Grace was quickly escorted out of sight and onto the boat while Piper and I were shown a servants' area buried below the deck. Inside the series of small, cramped rooms were multiple, mostly dark-skinned, servers and attendants who were readying the yacht for our day. I'd brought the tripods, but those would be useless except when we were on shore. In the harbor, the water was calm and a light fog was covering everything, making the eerie scene one of muted lights from the dense buildings of the surrounding city, muted sounds of a rising population barely registering even once we were back on deck.

We waited for almost an hour for the Prince and his entourage to arrive, Grace nowhere in sight. Piper and I took a few shots of the foggy coast and the waters around us, but there was little to do until we were underway.

Just like the previous day's events, those coming aboard the yacht were mostly affluent white and tan-skinned men of middle or older ages. Few women, and those who appeared to accompany the men were often considerably younger, often looking like the prototypical trophy wives or girlfriends, though perhaps I was biased after being frustrated, on Grace's behalf, with how the birthday celebration had been handled. It was clear, when Piper and Grace were clearly the only people on board younger than me, that Grace had once again been ignored in building the list of those going out on the sea for the day. None of her friends were seen, and Piper and I spoke in hushed tones, agreeing things were not fair at all.

The sun was trying to burn off the fog for another hour before everyone on board was called to the broad main deck where a pool and two hot tubs were located. Everyone except the many dark-skinned servants who continued to bustle and bring drinks and savory snacks to all the guests. Piper and I started our real work as people gathered, but there were no great locations to set up, so mostly, we worked our way along the rails or small openings between groups to take close-in shots.

The Prince used an address system from somewhere within the yacht to announce that we were underway. Or, so I assumed since it was in French and too rapid for me to pick up much of what he said. The yacht slowly pushed off from its dock and began to make its way out of the protected harbor towards the open sea.

Grace was beside us soon after and I couldn't believe the change. She now wore a lovely, bright-white dress which was whipping softly in the breeze as the boat slowly slipped into the broader, deeper waters. Her hair had been very carefully braided and bunched, not the soft curls of the day before, tighter with no bounce, and ending in two lovely strands gathered at the end with white and yellow flower bands. She wore considerable makeup on her face, lush purple lipstick, and far too much eyeliner. Grace was beautiful all made up, but that wasn't really a significant improvement, in my eyes, from how very pretty she'd been when she woke up that morning without anything painted on.

Grace walked over after a few moments, and Piper's mouth was agape and her eyes drew up and down the teen's body. "So, what's the plan?" Piper asked her after complimenting the girl's new look. I could tell that my daughter, too, found Grace a beauty worth watching, and Piper held an expression I'd seen only when she was aroused in private around me. I began to wonder if my little lover had a bisexual streak in her prepubescent sexuality. Was any of that expression due to interesting private sights Piper may have seen of Grace's body while the girls changed clothes that morning. I was surely aroused by the idea of it, to be sure.

Grace replied to Piper's question, "As expected, we'll cruise out to Ile du Levant for a lunch and relaxation. My great-uncle will give some sort of speech or something, then we'll reposition for sunset before coming back."

Piper looked around us at the milling, older men and handful of well-dressed women who were rather out of place on a boat with their suits, tuxedos, and fancy dresses, and told Grace, "Sucks your friends couldn't come."

Grace looked a little sad, but I saw her practiced expression become less disappointed quickly, "It's okay. At least you're here with me..."

"Hey, uh, listen, Piper," I said, "there's really not a whole lot of work to do on this thing today... why don't you see if you can hang out with Grace? I bet she'd like that."

Piper grinned, "Is that okay?" she asked the teen.

"Sure!" Grace replied with enthusiasm, "It should be okay. I'm not really the focus of this trip, I'm sure you can see... Wanna see the rest of the inside? Other than the Prince's rooms, of course..."

"Yeah!"

The girls left me quickly as I glanced around and mechanically took shots of this person or that group or managed to get a laugh or a smile in a photo with Monaco's morning harbor-scape playing in the background. Once we were away from the protected area close to the city, the yacht sped up somewhat and many of those on deck went inside to enjoy more cocktails and small plates of food and sweets. I lingered just a moment, knowing I was expected to follow, but really not feeling like my talents were being well utilized in the closed-in spaces of the yacht. I snapped a few more from the deck, both of the boat and of the disappearing shoreline, then sighed, missing Piper already, and followed the last of the stragglers into the multi-room political networking event the cruise was clearly intended to be.

- - -

The trip south and west to Ile du Levant took around four hours, maybe more. After a couple of hours of taking photos in crappy settings, being bumped and pushed as people shuffled by in cramped areas of the yacht, I gave up on doing more and put away my primary handheld, keeping only a smaller, more durable one on me should I need to appear as if I was actually working. I doubted anyone would even care that I failed to capture a single image over a couple of hours. The girls found me on the deck while I applied sunscreen, thankful that one of the servants had offered me a tube. The main deck itself was almost empty, the warm sun heating the day quickly while the racing yacht cut through the air and forced a stiff, rippling breeze to rock me where I stood by the railing along one side.

I ensured Piper used the sunscreen, as well, and Grace did the same, though she didn't touch any where on her face where she'd been made up, keeping a broad, stubborn canopy hat strapped to her head and leaving her face in some measure of shade. Piper's gaze caught on Grace's face a couple of times, and her eyes drifted lower on the girl's body, and I knew my daughter's thoughts featured some measure of attraction for her new friend. "Having a good time?" I asked them.

"Uh-huh!" Piper giggled, "I got to see all sorts of cool stuff. Did you know they have a lobster tank?"

I shook my head.

"Well, they do. It's big! That's for lunch, they said."

"The fresh ones are reserved for the top dogs, though," Grace added, "most of us will get frozen ones."

I shrugged, "I'm sure you'll enjoy whichever," I offered noncommittally, starting to feel rather sleepy from little to keep my attention.

"Not working?" Piper asked me.

"Supposed to be... but nothing to shoot, really..."

"You could shoot us," my daughter suggested.

I smiled, "Sure... why don't you two give me some nice poses..."

No longer bored, I enjoyed spending long moments taking photos of my beautiful daughter and her lovely new friend on the deck, moving around freely to change the background, whether open seas or the yacht itself, allowing the girls to have fun, the two giggling and sometimes leaning together or hugging or holding hands. It was rather nice to see. I barely registered the sexual thoughts for my daughter, or for Grace, which tried to take my attention from the moment.

Several times, Grace's skirt flew up and I knew some of my shots captured the stark white panties she wore underneath. The dress was so light it happened frequently, but the girl showed no signs of awareness, and though I saw that Piper was clearly aware of the interesting reveals taking place, she never mentioned it. The sight of Grace's panty-clad nethers made the naughty thoughts harder to push back.

"Did you know where we're going," Piper told me after we'd paused taking photos, "it's a nudie place?"

"What?"

"A nudie place. Right, Grace?"

"Nudist resort," the teen said, "called Heliopolis. Most of the island is military, I think, just, um, a small village that's nudist."

"Are we getting off the yacht there?" I asked, wondering if the Prince of Monaco and his high-power friends would simply stroll off in their birthday suits.

"Yeah, but don't worry," Grace laughed, "you don't have to take off your clothes, Patrick. The Prince won't, and probably neither will the others on board. You won't have to be naked... you know, unless you want to."

She giggled and Piper joined in. My daughter asked, "Can I go naked?"

"Erm..." I cast a glance that said we were edging towards an uncomfortable moment in front of Grace. "We'll see..."

"Grace is gonna, so I wanna, too!"

I swallowed, then managed to squeak, "Uh, Grace is gonna?"

"Uh-huh."

I looked at the teen who was blushing a bit, but not denying things. "That so?"

She shrugged and nodded, "Yeah... I've always wanted to go to that place... Heard about it from a friend who went there a couple years ago. Sounds like fun..."

"And... you've been to nudist places before?"

Grace nodded again, "Not in several years, but... yeah..."

"So... before you, you know... became.. uh..."

Piper cut in, laughing, "Before you got boobs!"

Grace blushed a little, "Yeah, before that..."

"So... you know there will be people... you know... looking..."

Grace pursed her lips. "Let them. I don't care. I just wanna try it out again. Besides, my great-uncle and his people will be off at some fancy banquet. I just wanna explore a while..."

"I'll go, too!" Piper exclaimed.

I gulped and I had no doubt Grace knew I was trying to imagine her without clothing. She grinned and looked away briefly, but her eyes darted back too quickly to hide her obvious interest in my, well, interest. "I, uh... I'll have to work the banquet, I expect..."

I saw disappointment on both faces, but it was Piper who said, "Aww... well... maybe not the whole time. We'll be there a while, I think, right?"

"Yeah, a few hours..." Grace replied.

"I thought so. Maybe you can get away, then?"

I shrugged. "Maybe..."

"Well, try, Daddy!" Piper grinned.

"Yeah, try, Daddy!" Grace chuckled before both girls exploded in rolling laughter.

I swallowed hard as the breeze caused Grace's skirt to fly up and hang in the air a moment. She didn't even try to hide the way her bikini-cut panties were fully exposed and just barely providing cover for her young genitals.

- - -

I wasn't even directed to join the gathering of influential men and a handful of women when the Prince left the yacht after docking at a private, protected marina inland from the sea. One of the Prince's aides told me to return to the yacht later that afternoon for any further instructions, leaving me, Piper, Grace, and the boat's servants on board. Piper was simply thrilled that my day had been freed up, and together with her new friend, chatted excitedly about what the next few hours might look like.

I was nervous for many reasons, not the least of which was the way Piper had so quickly shucked her clothing in front of me and Grace and three male servants in one of the small interior rooms. Not letting my eyes drift to enjoy my daughter's lovely young body, I made myself busy by double checking that our day packs held a change of clothing, a few essentials, and a couple of cameras. "Is it weird?" Grace asked me when Piper went to the lavatory, the teen, for the moment, still wearing her dress.

"Hmm?"

"Umm... Your daughter... umm..."

"Being naked?"

She nodded.

I chuckled, "Not really... Given the dancing she does, I've seen it all before..."

"Oh, I see... That's neat."

I wondered if the word 'neat' had been taken from conversations with Piper or if Grace used it in conversations herself already. "Yeah... it's fine."

"Are you gonna do it, too?"

"Strip down?"

"Uh-huh..."

"Err," I had been considering how best to handle that moment. On one hand, I was intrigued to think I could simply wander around without clothing and enjoy that freedom myself. On the other, I knew it invited eyes, one specific set in particular, to see my body completely exposed. "Debating..."

"You should, umm, you know, if you're cool with it... I don't mind..."

I knew Grace was more than 'not minding.' I had no doubt by that point that her interest in me was more than just a casual thing. She'd been smiling at me, giggling at my sarcastic comments, and once or twice had even rested her hand on my arm in a way which told me volumes about the sorts of ideas swimming in her head. Ideas which were matched in my own. I wasn't sure how any of that would go over with Piper if, or when, things took on a more direct and obvious context. "Debating..." I repeated.

Piper returned and showed no shame as she walked naked into the small room, her smooth body showing no signs of puberty, nipples hard already, and her hairless slit just a hint of its beauty as it remained closed and small between her thighs. I saw Grace glance and blush, then the teen said, "I'll just get ready..."

Instead of removing her clothing in front of us the way Piper had done, Grace excused herself and disappeared into a lavatory, leaving Piper and I alone for the moment, the servants off elsewhere on the yacht, or, perhaps, some having gone ashore.

"Excited?" I asked Piper quietly.

"Uh-huh. Can't you tell?" She quickly flicked her nipples and grinned.

"Careful..." I cautioned my daughter. "We can't let on anything..."

"Oh, I know. Just teasing." Piper wrapped her arms around me and gave me a nice hug. My erect pressed out my slacks and was obviously pushing against Piper's body. "Besides... Grace likes you..."

"I can tell."

"No, I mean... she's really into you."

I swallowed hard. "Nothing's going to happen, Piper..." I wasn't as sure as I tried to sound.

"Oh, whatever, Daddy," she grinned, "I don't mind."

"You don't mind?"

"If you want to sex with her. It's neat!"

"Neat?" I shook my head. "It's not that simple, Piper... she's fifteen, and you and I... well... you and I are together..."

"Yeah, but," Piper cocked her head, "it's okay to sex with others, right? You told me that."

"It's okay, yes, but... she's fifteen... it's illegal..."

"Oh, I know," she replied, "but so is when you sex me... so..."

I swallowed hard again. "Let's just drop it, okay? How about we go have some fun, the three of us..."

Piper smiled and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek. "She's real pretty, Daddy... I can't wait to see her naked!"

I said nothing more and waited until the teen returned to us. I had no idea how to handle things moving forward, but I couldn't deny that I was as eager to see Grace naked as my daughter was.

The teen joined us and, for the moment, wore the same dress she'd left with. "Hey," Piper told her, "you're not naked!"

Grace laughed, then looked uncertain at Piper and me, "I just... I don't know... I thought it might be... I don't know... not okay... right now?"

"Huh?" Piper replied.

"You know... because... uh... maybe it's not okay with your dad..."

"He's cool with it, really," said Piper. "He really wants to see you naked!"

"Piper!" I exclaimed, not happy that the truth was so easily spoken.

"Well," my daughter said, looking a little put off, "it's true..."

I gulped and saw Grace watching both of us a moment. "It's fine," I managed to say to the teen, "please do whatever makes you happy. We're celebrating you, remember? Whatever makes you happy..."

Grace blushed, then replied, "Okay..."

In a smooth, glorious movement, Grace slid down the straps holding the dress over her body and let it fall to the floor.

The girl's pale skin was lightly-sweaty, scattered dark freckles on her chest and stomach. I couldn't look away for a moment. Round, pert breasts were firm and looked more young woman than pubescent girl. Further down, her dark-brown pubic hair had been trimmed and edged, leaving just a small rectangle strip above her genitals, the dark-red and purplish flesh of Grace's labia partially-visible beneath the short, soft fur covering her pussy. I swallowed twice before I could stop staring.

"Wow!" Piper exclaimed. "You're so pretty!"

Grace blushed, and it was an entire-body effect. Her chest was heaving a bit, rosy at the top, her nipples hardening quickly. "Thanks... you are too..."

I saw the girl glance my way from the corner of my eye but I didn't look at her again right then, far too drawn to the teen's lovely young body to let on how much I wanted to do nothing more than push her back, spread her legs, and taste the special folds between her thighs.

"So... we ready, then?" Grace asked in a reserved tone, twisting this way and that in a nervous manner. When she picked up her dress, I thought for a moment she might even put it back over her body. Instead, she stuffed it into a small bag nearby and slung the sack over her shoulder, causing her breasts to jiggle in a very wonderful tease.

"Err," I hesitated. Was I really going all in on this? Did I dare take this chance, knowing that removing my own clothing would only make it more difficult to avoid more sexual opportunities with the girl. I glanced at Piper and she was clearly hoping I'd strip down like they had. Balancing my mind as best I could, I let the pervert in me win out. Not that being naked was necessarily sexual, but that dynamic was clearly already in play with Grace, and by removing my shirt and slacks, I was signaling my willingness to let things progress further.

Piper laughed, "Gonna only wear those?" she said, pointing at where my boxer briefs were still covering my obvious erection.

I spun so that my back was to the girls and slowly peeled down the briefs, trying to think of anything which would soften my cock quickly.

I heard Piper giggle and say, "I think he likes you!"

"Piper!" I warned.

"It's okay, Daddy, I like her, too... And... she already knows..."

I spun, my erection slapping one thigh then the other as I moved quickly, my nakedness ignored for a moment. "What?!"

"Uh... it just kinda... slipped out... earlier..."

"Knows... what..."

Piper looked genuinely ashamed, wincing, looking away.

Grace was the one who answered, "It's okay... I know about you and Piper... I think it's nice..."

I swallowed, my throat dry and thick. No words came out.

"Really," Grace said, her eyes drifting down my body, blush furious on her cheeks and across her upper breasts, "I won't tell anyone... I know you love her, and... she loves you, too... It's neat."

My mouth hung open as I tried to steady my anxious thoughts. The girl knew about me and Piper. What had my daughter told her, exactly? It was clear Grace knew more than she should, that Piper had revealed a dangerous secret which threatened everything for us. "You can't tell anyone, Grace... Please..." I pleaded.

She shook her head, "I won't, I swear it, ouais? I won't tell anyone, ever!"

I nodded only because it felt like the thing to do. "I appreciate that... Piper... Piper sometimes doesn't get how important this is to keep secret..."

"I do too," Piper said, sticking out her chin, "but Grace told me she used to spy on her uncle in the shower and wanted to see him again and—"

I could tell that Grace had told my daughter that secret and expected it to remain a secret. My shaking head caused Piper to stop her explanation.

"Sorry," my daughter said in a contrite tone, "I... I didn't mean to..."

"Piper," I said, stepping forward and leaning down, "I'm not mad for you telling... but if anyone... anyone else... finds out..."

"You'll go to jail... I know... I'm sorry, Daddy..."

"And don't go telling Grace's secrets, either..."

"I'm sorry," she told the teen, "I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay," Grace said, not wholly mollified but willing to forgive, "I never told anyone that before... it was nice to tell someone who... you know... understood and all... I guess it's okay if your dad knows, too, since you are... you know..."

"I won't tell anyone, Grace. I promise."

She nodded silently.

"So," I said after gathering my thoughts a moment, "I could really use a drink right now..." Without more consideration, I pulled the girls to me and hugged them together. I didn't miss the low sigh which escaped from Grace's throat or the way the girl's lovely breasts pressed against my body. "What say we get off this boat and go find something more fun to do than apologize and keep secrets?"

- - -

The view of two lovely backsides was hard to ignore as we strolled along a line of shops in Heliopolis. There were many others similarly naked or in various states of undress. Women everywhere were topless, some wearing panties or bikini bottoms, others completely nude. Men, too, rarely wore shirts, though most of them hid their genitals behind speedos or similarly-scanty coverings, less often nude than the women for some reason.

Grace's ass was full and slender, a young woman's body if ever I'd seen one. It contrasted nicely with Piper's slimmer, more narrow bottom. I couldn't decide which I liked better and stopped trying to pick one, simply enjoying the way both girls' butts jiggled and swayed and rounded. My cock stayed half-hard, a bit of nervous anxiety at being so exposed in a public place keeping me from being fully erect in a socially-unacceptable manner. My mind, though, was fully engaged, imagining what Grace's pussy might feel like around my cock, or wishing I could pull Piper behind a store to taste her and bring her to orgasm.

There were other children and teens in Heliopolis, and many of them were naked or nearly-so. I saw breasts which had probably just begun to bud in the last few weeks, tufts of hairs which were the first patches of soft fur over maturing genitals. Piper and Grace held hands and appeared to largely ignore the nudity around them, and though my eyes were regularly drawn to my daughter and her friend's bottoms, I cast many glances at the women and girls displaying more flesh than I was used to seeing all around me. The exception, I noticed, was when my daughter or Grace would glance back at me with a smile, both girls letting their eyes drift down to my naked groin. It thrilled me to say the least.

We stopped for lunch before long. We'd brought towels with us and settled them into seats after a fully-clothed server had shown us to an outdoor table. I heard whistling and laughter, the sounds of relaxed and pleasant experiences all around us. Heliopolis had a bustle to it, but nothing like Monaco or most cities. It didn't even feel like a city, really, more a village where locals mingled with laid-back, affluent people who generally avoided places like Monaco and preferred more causal experiences.

It didn't take long to rather fall in love with the place. It wasn't just the wanton nudity or the casual mindset. There was a freshness to Heliopolis. The breeze drew in warm, humid air from the nearby sea. The locals, those working to serve visitors and other locals, were friendly, patient, and willing to stop to talk about most anything. They didn't stare or make me or the girls feel out of place for our nudity, but they also didn't avoid glances of interest along my thighs or the girls' breasts. It felt like a healthy balance of sexuality and restraint. I expected nights in Heliopolis were likely to favor more sexuality and less restraint, but perhaps this was the vibe all the time.

Falling in love with the village could have had something to do with the way that Grace couldn't keep her eyes off me. I saw her desire clearly. I worried about it being more than a sexual interest. I wasn't even trying to think about what might happen that day or later. The girl shared smiles with me, her eyes dancing, her gaze lingering long and often enough to know she hoped more would happen between us, and soon. Despite Piper's assurance, I didn't know what any further development might do to my daughter. But regardless of consequences, having Grace stare at me with puppy dog eyes did wonders for me over the course of our meal.

- - -

I sat on my towel on the sand, knees up, legs drawn together to hide my erection while I watched Piper slathering sunscreen onto Grace's back. My daughter was making a show of things, walking a thin line between appropriate and sexual, once or twice letting her fingers pass along the sides of Grace's young breasts. I could tell the teen was aroused, her blush furious, her boobs swollen. I wondered if she was wet inside, letting my eyes drift down her body with Piper behind her, Grace's vulva glistening lightly. I wanted desperately to push my tongue between her slightly-parted thighs to taste her excitement.

The beach held hundreds of people, stretching along the Mediterranean with the sun starting to head down into its evening position. Everyone was naked except for a few women who, I realized quickly, were probably on their periods and wore bikini bottoms for cover. I saw a string or two hanging during quick glances towards forbidden places, and thought I saw the edges of liners peeking out from others. There were men and women, old, young, and in the middle. Children playing in the surf or digging in sand, naked each one. It was surreal, the broad and interesting nudity of the variety of strangers on the beach combined with the specific arousal I felt for Piper and Grace to lift me out of whatever funk I'd been in mentally to that point. My cock would not go down.

"Gonna swim!" Piper exclaimed after the sunscreen massage was complete. "Coming?" she asked Grace.

"Be there in just a minute, want to check my phone..."

Piper raced off, ass jumping and jiggling, my eyes lingering until my daughter had jumped in and disappeared beneath a soft, rolling wave.

"Can I ask you something?" Grace said, grabbing her phone from her bag but not looking at it directly. She stepped towards me and squatted down. Her legs parted just enough to get a peek between her thighs, just a hint of the girl's privates available but more arousing than I anything I'd seen that day.

Gulping, I said, "Yeah."

Grace looked out to where Piper was swimming parallel to the shore with tight strokes, her wet body half-hidden in the surf. "How did it happen with you and her... like... how did it start?"

I let out a breath. There was no point in lying with Grace knowing the most damning truths already. I told Grace how Piper had come to stay with me after the surprise encounter with the girl and her mother in Tokyo. "She was really curious," I told Grace. "Piper has no filters... and she doesn't shame easily. Watching her dance, seeing the competitions and the... private shows... spending time with her and... honestly... falling in love with her... It just felt natural, really..." I explained about photographing Lena and her father and how that had taken the spark of desire and turned it into something more powerful for both of us. I told Grace of the rushed nature of Piper's first intercourse with me, how it had been driven by fear that Veronica was going to reclaim the girl. But, I explained, instead, Piper turned out to be my daughter, and instead of her being taken from my life, she's been more fully integrated with me.

By the time I finished, Grace was sitting beside me and Piper was heading back towards us with her hands upturned, "Anyone gonna join me? It's great out there!"

Grace grinned at her, "I'm on my way," then looked at me, "That's real sweet, Patrick... Thanks for telling me..."

I nodded, feeling even better after talking with the teen, "You're welcome. I enjoyed it..."

The girls raced off and I watched the lovely sight until they were deep in the water.

I would have joined them immediately, but I hesitated, worried about leaving our possessions unguarded. But I saw lots of unattended valuables, or bags of likely valuables, and decided it was worth the risk to head down and swim with the girls.

- - -

I kept a close eye from afar on our things but rather enjoyed the thirty minutes or so we played in the water. We tended to keep our distance from other swimmers, and that led to me and Piper beginning to touch each other under the water. Grace caught on immediately and giggled, blushing, then pretended to look away and watch for others, regularly looking back to see what we might be doing just below the surface. I knew it was risky, to be 'molesting' my daughter in a public place, but that was the mood, that was how that day felt to me, like it was simply okay. Not that others around us would have agreed, just that we were less at risk in that moment than usual. Maybe it was falling in love with Heliopolis. Or Grace possibly falling in love with me. Regardless, Piper's soft ass was delightful as I squeezed it tight below the water.

Piper reached out a hand and drew Grace a step or two closer as a small wave swept past us. It caused the teen to leap towards us and she shrieked happily and giggled. I felt Grace's leg swipe along my thigh and her warm flesh rubbed past my hard cock for several seconds. I knew she understood what had touched her leg. I certainly knew. It sent shivers of excitement through me.

Things didn't have a chance to proceed further as I realized we were getting close to the point where I needed to head back to check in. I told the girls that I preferred they came back with me, not wanting to risk them missing the yacht or running into a serious issue with strangers. They agreed to do so, and together, we dried and gathered our things, and the girls let me watch their swaying bottoms as Grace led the way back to the dock, me with a towel covering my erection. I paused a few times to take photos of various buildings and views along the way.

The Prince and his party were mostly back on board. I found the aide and the man told me in a rush that they required a few sunset shots once at sea, but otherwise, dismissed me from the rest of the trip. The girls disappeared to shower and change, and I brushed myself off as best I could, quickly retaking my clothing before grabbing the better handheld and moving back up onto the main deck.

There were many people there, champagnes, wines, and cocktails in hand. More than a few cigarettes and cigars and pipes were being toked. More than a few of those doing the smoking and drinking appeared in even higher spirits than hours earlier. The hot tubs were overflowing with people, and the small pool was similarly dense with partiers. Despite the nudist nature of the port town in which we were docked, the few women in the waters wore rather conservative one pieces and displayed no nudity, and men had their crotches covered by speedos or swim trunks.

The ship was underway shortly, and the girls joined me where I was awaiting the last work of the night. I wasn't certain if I was thankful or disappointed that both had returned to wearing clothing, Piper in a tight grey shirt and black leggings, and Grace, her hair once more tightened and braided after the swim had mussed it significantly, was in a different white dress, one with more of an evening cocktail feel than the summer style she wore earlier that day, a touch shorter and which did more to tease the teen's lovely knees and lower thighs.

The trip away from Heliopoils set us east and then south some distance, the boat finally drawing down to a gentle idle through fairly calm waters a few minutes before the sun disappeared to the west. I snapped photos of various guests, mostly at the direction of the Prince's aide in posed shots. There was a toned-down nature of each subject's expression, more serious and professional, at least compared to the way those same people had been giggling and laughing and boasting just moments earlier. These were official shots for some purpose, I supposed, but nothing I wasn't used to seeing thousands of times a year.

The sun set quickly and the boat got back under way, heading northeast at a rapid clip. Darkness descended on the deck and the air grew cool, the water rougher. We went below and found nowhere to be alone. I really wanted to talk to the girls, buzzing from the day's excitement, both Grace and Heliopolis, not to mention Piper, and I wanted to find a way for things not to end when we docked back in Monaco. I was hooked on Grace in a way which defied logic beyond the obvious truth that I was very seriously attracted to the teen.

But there were no available spaces below, so Grace found a few oversized, thick towels, and wrapping ourselves in them, we went back on deck. "So, girls... today was a lot of fun..." I began.

They giggled, Piper replying, "Uh-huh. Sooo much fun."

Grace was in my headspace, asking, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

I shook my head, "No... Tuesday. We're here a couple more days..."

"Oh, that's nice," Grace said, looking cheerful, "what are you gonna do?"

I shrugged, looking at Piper, "We hadn't gotten that far. I'm open to ideas..."

"Ummm," Grace looked away a moment, then steeled her nerve, "I could show you around Nice..."

I smiled, "Piper?"

"Yeah! That sounds neat! Can we, Daddy?"

Nodding, I replied, "That does sound neat."

Grace beamed, "Oh, that's wonderful!" Everything about the girl was attracting me. Her southern French accent did nothing to break that streak. There was a dramatic flair to her words which was simply adorable. "We could start early tomorrow... Can I stay with you tonight?"

I swallowed once, twice, knowing things might have just gotten very real with the girl. "Uh..." I barely hesitated, honestly, "Yeah, that would be great."

Piper squeaked with delight and hugged Grace and then me.

A short time later, we shared an evening meal of leftovers from the day's parties with the yacht's servants.

- - -

The cab ride back to the hotel was one full of anticipation. I had a million thoughts racing around my head. What would happen with Grace that night? Would she want to make love with me? With Piper there or not? How would Piper respond? Had I read into things too far? Was I taking advantage of a lonely fifteen-year old at a vulnerable moment in her life? Would her pussy taste as sweet as I was imagining?

Lower down was concern that, again, it had taken little effort for Grace to gain permission to stay with us. I didn't know if her parents were simply ignorant of how cruel the world could be or if they were absent people whose daughter had been left to largely drift on her own.

But that worry was swamped by the others. I couldn't get the memories of seeing Grace's tits and pussy and bottom that day out of my mind.

Inside the room, the girls went to shower together, and I rocked nervously in the desk chair as I uploaded the photos from the day. Piper and Grace came out wearing nightshirts and I took a pair of sweats and a t-shirt in with me to the shower.

In the rushing steamy spray, my hands moved mechanically to spread soap and water over my body. My dick stayed erect throughout, only softening a bit when I urinated before stepping inside the glass-block stall. I rushed through drying off and putting on clothes, then joined the girls back in the main sitting area where they were talking in hushed, excited tones. Both grinned and blushed when I returned.

"Plotting something?" I smiled.

"Maybeeee..." Piper giggled.

"Suppose we should talk about it then..." I sat beside Piper on the couch, the girls a foot or so apart. I felt like a teenager. "And what were you thinking..."

Piper replied, "Grace likes you... a lot!"

"And I like Grace," I said calmly, my voice not tipping my nervousness.

"And I think you and her should sex!"

I heard Grace chuckle.

"You do, do you? And what do you think, Grace?" I asked, leaning forward to look at the teen directly.

She shrugged, "I dunno..."

I didn't want any reservation. "Well, unless you are sure you want to keep talking about this, I'm not comfortable doing anything right now..."

"I dunno... I wanna... like... I wanna... just..."

"Nervous? Scared? Worried?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's normal... maybe things are going too fast, right?" I said. "It's a big thing, being with somebody... and a big secret to keep... we can't tell anyone."

"I know that," Grace replied, her voice a trembling lilt, "maybe, um, not sex right now..."

I nodded, "Agreed..."

"Aww," Piper faux-pouted, "but that's okay."

"Maybe something less than sex?" I said to Grace, "Something you'd really like to do with me?"

She giggled, Grace replying, "I wanna try kissing."

I swelled. "Oh?"

"Never been kissed, except, you know, by my family. I wanna try a real kiss... Um... is that okay?"

Smiling, I replied, "I'd like that... Okay with you, Piper?" I asked my daughter.

"Uh-huh! Kissing is neat!" My daughter slid from the couch and pushed my shoulders in the direction of Grace.

We all laughed and, nervously, I looked into Grace's eyes and saw a beautiful, curious innocence looking back at me. "Sure?"

"Very," she replied.

Our lips came together and for a moment, it was just that, my tongue frozen as I sank into the teen's embrace, her arms clasping behind my back, mine snaking over one shoulder, pulling her up against me. We rocked lightly, breaking every few seconds for Grace to breathe and sigh. It was delightful and erotic and almost innocent.

I saw Piper shifting out of the corner of my eye, the girl stepping away, and I tried to gauge her reaction to seeing me kiss someone other than her, but she turned too quickly, stepping over to the desk and sitting in the chair. I broke from Grace a moment as Piper spun. My daughter's hand was down inside her pajamas and moving slowly as her eyes watched us together.

I swam in warmth, returning to Grace's mouth and letting my tongue go free for the first time, tickling hers before it, too, began to move. I felt her probing me, and I did the same into her. It was very sexual in that moment, as if the innocent kiss we'd shared was now something more visceral and instinctive. My hands began to move over her, down further on her back, teasing where her top had ridden up to expose her skin. She responded by dragging the bottom of my shirt up my body. Was this girl starting to undress me?

She was, in fact. My shirt was quickly discarded and she pushed against me as if she wanted the same done to her. I pulled at the edge and she stretched back from me, raising her arms straight above her head. Grace's shirt came free and her perky breasts bounced once uncovered. My hands moved automatically to cup and caress her there.

The girl moaned into my mouth, and I did the same to her. I felt her hands edging along my sweats and I moved without a thought, rising up, first onto my knees, then hunched over her with legs straight as her fingers drew away my covering. The first tickles of her hand against my cock made me drool precum, a strand hanging down several inches before Grace's movements caused it to stick in a ribbon along her forearm. She didn't seem to notice, her attention now focused on the hard flesh which was throbbing in her hand.

I broke our kiss to stand straight and Grace's fingers moved gently along my shaft. Not practiced, for sure, but good enough that it felt rather natural. Moving my body closer and closer to her head, Grace soon knew what to do. Despite her earlier reservations, there was no hesitation in Grace's body when her lips slipped an inch down over my glans and I spurted another glob of precum against her tongue.

I glanced up to see Piper playing with herself rapidly. She was flushed, eyes wide but hazy, my daughter's mouth open in a tight circle. It seemed she was having no problem working towards an orgasm watching me and Grace together.

Grace's lips moved back and forth steadily, a soft, wet grip sliding along my length. I was rising too quickly, but I couldn't stop the girl. I started to strain, moaning, "I'm there, Grace... Unnnn... I'm there..." I had no idea if the girl knew those words or what was about to happen, but her reaction was to tighten her lips, slow her movements, and bring her hand up to hold the base of my cock.

I let go inside Grace's mouth, spewing cum in forceful spurts. The girl held still, her lips tenting as I came in her mouth, her breathing staccato as she tried not to inhale my seed. Holding her head with my hands, I emptied the rest of my load as cum drooled from Grace's lips, then pulled back and watched the teen spit out the rest of my semen onto the floor.

I didn't care that she hadn't swallowed. All I could think about in that moment was bringing this amazing young woman to orgasm. Without resistance, I pulled down Grace's pajama bottoms and shucked them from her body. Her legs spread easily and I sniffed the warm, moist air above her swollen vulva. She smelled of soap and dense, humid heat, a hint of something spicy, something florally. Unique and erotic, I inhaled Grace's scent again, the looked down to watch her dark-red and purple lips slowly ripening, opening, uncovering her vagina and the lighter-red parts within.

Grace's hair was trimmed most of the way back, a more natural, light covering at the bottom of her slit and around her brown anus. Her wetness had trickled down a little, causing the hairs there to glisten. I sniffed her closer, closer, more of her natural scent coming through, a warm meaty aroma mixed with heated cream and butter and wine.

My first taste of her was everything I wanted right that moment. Her wetness was light and a little viscous, her flesh tasting rich, velvety pungency on my tongue. "Oui... Oui... Ahhnnn..." She shuddered when I swept up and teased her clit, the flesh there overhanging her erection. I pushed it back with two fingers and saw her dark-pink clitoris hard and beautiful.

It took only moments to bring Grace to orgasm, alternating teasing her clit with long, deep strokes of my tongue and finger through her pussy. She creamed herself just seconds before her orgasm crashed in, causing my probing tongue to coat with richer, more pungent juices. "Oui... Oui... Oui! Ahhhhhnnnnnn... Ahhhhhhnnnn... Mmmmmm..."

It was simply amazing, eating Grace's pussy while she came, the teen trembling long afterwards as I used more gentle movements to clean her cream from her cunt. Her clit withdrew each time I tried to tempt her to a second climax, so, slowly, I worked my way up her body, shuffling next to her, realizing this was a good point of compromise between what she'd wanted to do and how far we would push things beyond that limit right then. I kissed her again, tasting the remains of my cum on her tongue, knowing with excitement that Grace was also tasting her own pussy in my mouth.

We began to slow and I looked up for the first time in a while to see Piper stepping over on shaky legs. Her grin was huge. I waved her to us and soon Piper and I shared a kiss while Grace giggled and blushed and looked delighted with herself, the teen keeping one arm around my body even while I kissed my daughter.

"So... you two had fun!" Piper exclaimed.

"Mmm-hmm..." I agreed.

Grace practically purred, "Oh... oui... Oh... oui..."

Piper stretched herself onto me, her head near mine, half-straddling my body, Grace leaning against my side. "Daddy," my daughter said, "are you gonna sex with her now?"

I shook my head, "No... we agreed no sex, remember?"

Piper wrinkled her nose with a grin, "That was pretty much sex."

"Nuh-uh," I said, smiling, "remember? You and I did that and you didn't think what we did was sex, ring a bell?"

Piper thought it over a moment, "Oh, right. I remember."

Grace said, "I wanna, but maybe not right now..." She couldn't erase the blushing rose or the smile from her face, though. "If... if you two want to, maybe another time? Oui... that would be neat..."

Piper replied first, grinning, "It's okay. Daddy and me are up for it any time!"

Patrick, Male, 25

	- Narrator, professional photographer, father of Piper

	- 5'9, beige skin, 160lbs, muted-brown bangs

Piper, Female, 11

	- Child model, apprentice photographer, daughter of Veronica and Patrick

	- 4'8, tanned beige skin, 90lbs, blue-green eyes, straight raven-black hair

Grace, Female, 15

	- Great-niece of the Prince of Monaco

	- 5'3, pale-beige skin, 105lbs, blue-green eyes, chocolate-brown hair past shoulders