We invited Grace to sleep in our bed that night and she accepted. Both girls wore pajamas to bed, and I wore my sweats but no shirt. Piper in the middle of the bed, I buzzed with excitement and continual arousal over the events of the day. How quickly I'd gone from watching the royal teen walk into a celebration of her birthday which was not really about her, to cumming in her mouth and tasting her most sensual, private places. I could hear her snoring soon after we crawled into bed, and as I cuddled with Piper, my daughter also fast asleep, I wondered what was to change and how suddenly the situation might do so.

I didn't dwell on what was to come. My time with Piper had taught me to not cross too many bridges before I came to them. Whatever was to happen with Grace, in that moment all was right and peaceful. I dozed not long after that realization.

- - -

Piper was deliberately teasing me. I was aware of movement in my sleep and woke to feel my daughter's naked bottom rubbing against the front of my sweats, her pajama trunks clearly pulled down her body to expose her butt. I squeezed her to me, only vaguely aware that Grace was just inches away from Piper. Kissing my daughter's neck, I whispered, "Alright, you..."

She giggled very quietly, "Sorry... You were poking me!"

"We have company right now..."

"It's okay," I heard Grace say sleepily, "I think it's sweet..."

It was all the permission our half-awake minds needed to push on. I drew down my sweats and let my erection rest in Piper's butt crack, the girl continuing to move against me. In the dim light of the room, as I rose up to wrap more fully around my daughter, I saw Grace's eyes watching us, the blankets pushed down a bit, her mouth slightly open in a soft and thoughtful, curious expression. Sinking myself slowly into Piper's tight little hole, I couldn't stop watching Grace watching me.

Piper's small cunt spread tightly around my length as I slid inside her. I felt her tensing, my penetration still fairly new for her despite how mature she had become while we did it. I swelled quickly as I began to rut with her, spooning my daughter, my cock buried deep in the slippery heat of her lovely, silky vagina, probing against her cervix and letting precum drool freely inside.

It was one of the sweetest things I could ever see in my life. While we mated gently, Piper reached out a hand and swept hair out of Grace's eyes. I shivered and felt my heart melt. The teen blinked slowly and then took my daughter's fingers in her own, holding them against her face.

Piper's cunt twitched, the hairless slit swollen around me and ready to release. Her back arched, her fingers, holding Grace's, slowly stroking the teen's face. Piper moaned loudly, then rolled herself through a long, passionate orgasm while I pumped more precum into her body.

I held back no longer, the precum turning into the real thing. I grunted as I released, filling my daughter with sharp, tight bursts of semen. I watched Grace watching me, my body jerking with each spurt sent into Piper's vagina. Grace knew I was cumming in my own daughter, and that knowledge of what she understood made that orgasm swell into a straining release to find one more drop of cum to squirt out, almost burning in intensity.

Closing my eyes, I kissed Piper's cheek, letting my cock slowly soften inside her before it slipped free moments later. I felt fingers on my face and realized that Piper had pulled Grace's hand to me and was guiding her across my cheek.

The three of us shared soft and sleepy kisses, Grace leaning over Piper for long moments. I couldn't help wonder if the girls might share more together than just kisses with me. I shuddered and nearly hardened at the mere thought of seeing my daughter licking Grace's pussy, or watching Grace finger Piper's hairless hole.

At some point, we settled down again after trips to the bathroom for the girls. I ended up in the middle of the bed this time, and I sure as hell was not complaining with two beautiful, sexy girls curled against me, the lovely scents from their warm, youthful bodies making me try to stay awake to inhale over and over the amazing aroma.

- - -

The morning was almost as nice as the night, though far less sexual. The girls each went to shower and brush teeth and I ordered up room service. By the time it arrived, we'd shared a few lovely, minty kisses and talked more like friends than lovers about what we might do that day.

There was a confidence to Grace that morning which I think I had somewhat noticed previously, but I'd mostly missed how fundamental it was to her personality. She may not have been royal or part of the Prince's favored inner circle family, but the teen held a dignity and purpose even as we readied for the day. She offered up a few suggestions, explaining what we might see that day with her as our guide. She took charge, and by the time we finished our meal, Grace had a plan for our day and implored us to get moving so that we could take it all in without delay.

I have to say, I rather enjoyed it, honestly. The teen's strength of intention made me want to follow her anywhere. I knew Piper was feeling the same. We walked at first, around Monaco a bit while Grace showed us this important hotel or that famous restaurant, then the teen had us catch a cab and head into France. Other than signs marking the change of nationalities, there was little notice of our entrance into Grace's home country.

The drive to our first location took almost no time at all, the city of Nice just a few spare miles from Monaco. Instead of heading into the town, though, Grace had our cabbie take us to a peninsula to the east of Nice which dipped south into the Mediterranean. We were dropped off in a posh, gaudy strip of the French Riviera, the southeastern tip of a communal area known as Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat.

"This is the spot!" Grace told us in an excited, beautiful voice as we stepped up to the sign marking the area near the water as SENTIER DU LITTORAL, which Grace told us was a beautiful seaside walk along short but rugged cliffs with views of the sea and the mainland unlike any other. The teen took our hands, warned us about some of the more dangerous spots we'd encounter, then led us on a brisk walk which was, to say the least, a breathtaking experience.

- - -

The sun had risen up a bit that morning when we took a short break together. The Sentier du Littoral, which I learned meant 'coastal path,' was everything Grace had made it out to be. Rock cliffs being slammed with powerful waves, sparkling blue waters all around, views of Nice and the French Riviera from some angles, an old-school romantic feel to the whole place making Piper giggle and smile often, and I could not help doing the same. Grace said when we paused, "I like to come down here by myself when I can... I just love this place!"

My daughter had donned a familiar outfit, loose light-green t-shirt over a dark-blue leggings, the latter holding tight to her slender thighs and legs, just a hint of her bottom showing below the edge of the shirt. Grace's outfit was similarly casual, but the girl's posture and form made it feel a bit more formal despite the everyday nature of her loose grey blouse and black, form-fitting, calf-length stretch slacks. It really didn't much matter what either girl wore, they were both gorgeous head-to-toe, and all I had to see was a smile to be attracted by each, to feel drawn to touch and kiss them, though I was very careful to only do so when none of the dozens of people walking the path with us were in sight.

Piper held Grace's hand as the girls sat together, me kneeling down behind them with one hand on my daughter's shoulder. It wasn't even noon yet, but it already felt like a satisfyingly-long day. Grace was a natural with me and Piper. She just blended into our rhythm without effort, as if she'd been a family friend for years. As if, in some sense, she'd been a lover all that time, as well. The teen had a natural shyness that was balanced with a confident playfulness that I found simply magnetizing. I couldn't look away from her, and I knew Piper was feeling the same. The two laughed and joked and told truths to each other as we walked or sat as if the two had grown up together.

I learned a bit more about both Grace and my daughter that morning, and told them both things I'd never really discussed with anyone.

Grace told us, "I like to sing a lot, I even won a couple of competitions earlier this summer, but... my Dad doesn't really want me to do it much... he frowns a lot when I sing... dunno why..."

Piper replied, "Didn't he tell you not to play soccer, too?"

Grace nodded, "Yeah... he kinda thinks girls should be girls and just do house stuff or make men look good, kinda like the women who came to my birthday party... or on the yacht. We should look good but otherwise just hang around to make our men the important ones..."

"That's dumb," Piper frowned as we picked our way carefully along a spot where the path was narrow over top a large rock which dropped quickly down into the churning surf below. "My mommy always wanted me to be the important one, and Daddy does too, right Daddy?"

I nodded. "I want you to do whatever you want, Piper. I sort of think of it as a bit of a compromise, when you have a partner in life. You get to be the star sometimes, and your partner does to. Together, you should both feel important and supported by the other. Though, honestly, I've had little experience with relationships... I'm mostly just guessing based on others I've seen, things I've read, you know..."

"So," Grace said, cocking her face at me as we moved along a somewhat-safer part of the path, "you've had girlfriends, right? Or... like... um, a wife?"

I shrugged, "Only really one girlfriend of any serious time, that was Piper's mom in high school... I was sort of... a loner, I guess. Not many women in my life, honestly..."

"Oh..." Grace replied, "well, I think that's okay, really."

Piper took my hand and smiled, then told me, "But now you have two girlfriends, right, Daddy?"

Grace took my other hand, "I've not had a boyfriend before, just so you know."

"I feel so honored and lucky," I grinned. "Either one of you... that would be so special alone... but... right now... just... wow..."

Piper giggled, "Daddy... Grace is your girlfriend, too, right? Me and Grace both?"

I looked at the teen, "What do you want, Grace? Do you... do you kinda want to think of us like that? I mean... I kinda like thinking about you... both of you... as my girlfriends..."

Grace blushed a bit, then smiled, "I suppose... after last night... that's something I only thought I'd do with a boyfriend so... I'd really like that, yeah... Are... Are you saying I can call you my boyfriend now?"

"Piper? This okay with you?" I asked, wanting confirmation from my daughter though I already knew from her words and expression what she thought.

"Duh! Of course!" Piper wrapped her arms around Grace and hugged her tight, telling the teen, "Daddy's the best boyfriend ever. You'll see!"

I knew it introduced all sorts of complications, and there was much unknown about Grace. Hell, I'd barely learned her name before tasting her delicious little pussy, and here I was, calling her my girlfriend while doing the same with my own daughter. My god, how my world had twisted, in a good way, from where things were just a spare few months earlier.

- - -

By the time we finished walking that gorgeous path and called for a car to pick us up, it was like the fairly-new family Piper and I had created through our bonding had grown by one without a second thought. When Grace took my hand moments before our cab arrived, I felt in her touch a decided desire for me, for us, that said the teen was feeling much the same way. I was her boyfriend, and she was glowing in that realization. Her smile didn't slide away, her skin frequently bubbled with goosebumps of excitement. She pecked my cheek when no one was looking and I whispered my adoration of her several times, causing her to blush and squeeze my fingers.

The cab right was uneventful though I enjoyed the view of the town as we made our way north, edging into Nice briefly, stopping at a deli to pick up baguette sandwiches, wine, and sodas for lunch, then heading north a bit before being dropped off at a park along the narrow but raging Paillon river. Grace told us that the Paillon was an Alpine river which was often low water except after heavy rains or especially hot weather. With several days of rain a few days earlier, the river was a flowing strongly and made a powerful whooshing sound as the high waters raced by.

We sat at a picnic table and ate our lunch, Grace taking wine with me as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a fifteen-year old to drink alcohol. I let Piper taste it but she wasn't all that interested, preferring instead the orange soda we'd purchased.

It was in those moments, the three of us seated together munching on cheese and ham baguettes, that it became obvious we were going to try to do more than just hang out together for the day. Piper and I were both becoming quite attached to Grace. Something about the teen was so uplifting that being around her made us both even happier than usual. Not that Piper and I needed more than each other, honestly. That by itself was so much more than I'd known in my life that I wasn't one to dismiss or undervalue Piper's role in my happiness, nor did I think that my daughter didn't value my role in hers.

But Grace had so quickly become part of us. One of us. Its really hard to explain. For whatever reason, the three of us just clicked in a way I could never have imagined. Maybe it was the lust driving the sensation, my desire to fully consumate my relationship with Grace, to experience Piper doing the same. Maybe that desire was clouding things, making me want to ensure it happened by planning ways to keep the girl with us, to not have to leave for home and have those moments with her hanging behind us, unfulfilled. Even knowing it was Sunday and that we would still have Monday to spend with Grace made little difference. Whatever was going to happen would not be, should not be, rushed to completion so that Piper and I could head back to Los Angeles after checking those boxes. No, Grace was deeply part of our world already, and I began to recognize it fully when I saw the way the girl gazed at me some moments during our picnic. Love, at least puppy love, was in her eyes, and I felt my heart flutter when she looked at my daughter in a similar fashion.

"So," I offered, trying to bridge the ideas in my head with some sort of reasonable plan, "what does the rest of your summer look like, Grace? School soon, right?"

The teen drooped a bit, looking away, "Yeah, unfortunately... a week from tomorrow, actually..."

"You don't sound enthused..."

She shrugged, "I dunno..."

For a moment, there was silence, then I said what was on my mind, "You... you wish you could come with us and travel instead..."

Grace nodded, looking up briefly with hope in her eyes, though reserved hope. A mature mix of youthful dreams and pragmatic rationalization.

"Can she, Daddy?" Piper jumped in with a bit more of the youthful excitement than Grace was displaying. "Can she come with us?"

"That's... complicated, Piper," I replied. "For a million reasons..."

Grace nodded briefly and her lips dropped a bit. "Yeah... probably can't do that..."

"Because your parents won't let you?" Piper asked.

The teen answered, "Well... a little bit, I guess, yeah. I mean... they barely pay me much attention... they are kinda, I dunno... not around for me much anymore..."

"Sorry, Grace..." I said quietly. "That sounds kinda lonely..."

"It is... It's just," the girl paused, then said, "I guess I don't know what I want to do, really. I don't much like school..."

"Pretty normal, honestly," I offered.

"I know," Grace replied, "but... I'm bored there... I want to... I want to travel. Meet people. Go places and learn things in the world. Like you do, Piper... like... do you go to school?"

My daughter shook her head, "No... Mommy taught me, and now Daddy does."

"See?" Grace said, "That's kinda what I want to do... I hate sitting in classrooms... I hate taking tests... I'm good at it, okay? Like, I do really well, ouais? My marks are good, really. I just... I dunno what I want. But... I don't want to be stuck in classrooms for years right now... I want to get out and do what you do, Piper... Maybe not the dancing, but I mean... learning something, like photography... getting to go places..."

I could tell the teen was fishing, hoping that I would take the bait. She served up several chances for me to pick up her challenges and offer her the opportunity she was looking for. My mind raced, desperately wanting to do so despite the obvious concerns I had. Not only was she fifteen, I barely knew her. I didn't know her parents, her background, what might happen if she and I were not as compatible as it first seemed. What would happen if the new relationship buzz wore off? Would she just be dumped somewhere? Sent home? I didn't want to put myself or her in a position where such things were possible, and yet... "I'm open to figuring something out, Grace... I don't know what, really... It's sort of expensive to travel like we do... My company pays for me, and Piper makes a rather decent amount from the competitions..."

"I can pay!" Grace exclaimed, seeing the hook she'd placed for me being nibbled greedily. "I have an income... it's part of being related to the Prince... It's enough, I promise, to pay my way. I'm not rich or anything, but I promise I can pay my way!"

I didn't comment for a moment, forcing myself to ignore the obvious sexual, emotional, and situational attraction drawing me to accept Grace's desires. What were the biggest problems? Her age, her parents, the unknowns with the teen. All of those were big issues. It was one thing to travel with my own daughter, I'd encounter little issue taking her around the world, especially with the legal documents I got from Veronica in Sydney, but taking a fifteen-year old French girl I just met? How many red flags would that throw in customs and immigration and airports and all the other places our identities would be checked. How would I explain the relationship? Could I lie convincingly? Would I really need to? I had enough knowledge of how to travel solo that I understood some of the challenges we might face, but I'd only been doing so with Piper a few short weeks. I didn't know much about how to move an unrelated teen girl from place to place.

And that ignored so many other things, including her schooling, her friends, Grace's own priorities, such as soccer. How would we handle those issues?

I silently debated myself so long that Piper asked, "So can Grace come with us?"

"Let's take a breather, girls..." I told them softly. "I admit I have a million things in my head right now, and... I want to make sure we are not all just jumping into something without a lot of thought, okay? Piper... you want Grace to come along as your new friend, and I think that's great! And Grace," I said, turning to take the teen's hand, "you really like us, and... what we've shared together... and you're at an age and a place in your life you want to escape. I get that, honestly, but that's a strong drive that might make you jump at a chance without a lot of thought... And... me personally... I would love to have you with me and my daughter... for many selfish reasons. But it also means a ton of new responsibilities for me, more logistical issues, more things I have to worry about, not the least of which," I lowered my voice to a whisper, "is that I'm having a sexual relationship with not one but two underage girls..."

Piper giggled a little but I could see Grace taking my words very seriously. She nodded, "Okay... I get it... honestly... I don't want to make things tough... I just..." Grace let out a breath. "You're right... I do rather want to get out, and... you know, hearing about what you two get to do and... then sharing the last couple of days together... it just feels right... Sorry if that's too much..."

I shook my head, "Not too much... just... not something we should decide lightly or quickly, plus," I told her, "we don't even know how your parents would react. What story would we tell them, Grace? We certainly will be raising all sorts of red flags, me an adult man and you a teen girl... Why in the world would they even consider letting you go with me?"

Grace shrugged, "I dunno..."

"I mean," I shook my head again, "your chaperone doesn't seem to much care where you go, but your parents? I expect they would see all the warning signs this would display..."

Grace's expression certainly dampened as the reality kicked in, but she handled herself maturely. "Yeah, I know... It was just nice to dream for a bit..."

"Not saying 'no' right now, Grace," I told her wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "I just don't see how this might work as is..."

- - -

It certainly did put a bit of a damper on our mood after becoming excitedly elated at the idea of Grace traveling home to Los Angeles with us. There was no way the girl's parents would agree to any such plan, and Grace accepted that. Still, we soon were traveling south back into Nice in the late afternoon, this time stopping at a cafe to have coffee and tea, seated in a small courtyard with a few other idling folks.

"We still have this evening," I told them between sips of a dark roast, "and, if you wish, tomorrow, as well."

Grace had perked back up a bit after getting over her disappointment. I liked that the teen seemed to control herself in that way, allowing some emotion high or low to show through, but not growing too excited or morose as a result of the reality we faced. I also loved, as it turned out, that Grace wasn't one to give up so easily. "Would you like to meet them?" she asked with a sparkle in her eye.

"Who?" I asked, holding Piper's hand while my daughter drank a hot, rich, citrusy tea.

"My parents."

"Ummm..." I debated my response, unsure just how such a moment might go, especially given what I'd done already with Grace, and what I hoped we would do at some point in the future. "Maybe... why?"

Grace offered a balanced smile, "I think I might have a way to get them to agree to let me go with you..."

"Uh, Grace..." I began, "I thought we sorta decided to let that idea go for now..."

"I know... but... I've been thinking, ouais? I think I know a way they might go for it..."

"Tell us!" Piper exclaimed.

"Well," Grace explained, "there's a sort of cultural thing in my family, though usually my richer relatives, but a sort of... umm... what is the word in English... Hmmm... Like... when you take a break from school or work to do something else..."

I offered, "Sabbatical?"

"Yes!" Grace replied, "Like, it usually happens before university, but... it isn't unheard of for someone in my family to do it before then... In fact... my mom did that after her seconde year."

"And what did she do?" I asked.

"Mom went to New Zealand for six months and volunteered in a marine biology center. She talked about it a lot over the years... she loved it... Maybe I could convince her that I need something like that..."

I thought a moment, sipping my coffee, "Even if we could convince her that you should take a sabbatical... there's the whole problem of who I am and why they should trust me with you... I mean," I whispered, "even if we hadn't done what we did together, Grace... anyone would wonder what might happen if a beautiful fifteen-year old girl hung around with an older man..."

Grace sparkled and glowed, "You really think I'm beautiful?" she asked, ignoring my concern.

"I do..."

Piper giggled, "Yeah, you're beautiful, Grace!"

"Thanks," the girl replied, "I don't hear that very often..."

Piper slid from her chair and hugged Grace, saying, "Well, you should!"

I tried to get back to the subject at hand, "Even if this sabbatical idea was a good one, and maybe it is... Your parents should be very wary of you going off with someone you don't know, especially a man who might have less-than-innocent thoughts about a blossoming girl..."

"You might be surprised," Grace told me, "like, I hear Americans are kinda prudes about that sort of things. We're French, like, its not really that big a deal for a man to date a girl my age... I mean, not like every day sort of thing, but... not really that big a deal..."

Unconvinced, I countered, "Regardless, dating and flying off around the world are two very different risks. You barely, barely know me."

"I'll help!" Piper offered, moving to me and throwing an arm around my shoulder while leaning against my chair. "I'll convince them."

"How?" I asked.

"Mmmm... I dunno, but I will..."

A few moments of silence were followed by me taking a deep breath and telling the girls, "Here's what I think we should do... First, let's not get our hopes up, okay? Let's assume this is not going to happen. We'll still stay in touch, Grace, and see you whenever we can, and we'll spend together whatever time we can tonight and tomorrow, but we won't expect anything more, okay? Agreed?" When both nodded, I continued, "Second, I think we should meet your parents, Grace. Maybe in the future we'll be able to have you come with us and meeting them this time will help them get to know me and Piper. Third... well, we'll figure out what to say or do at that point. I don't think it will much help to try to guess how best to talk to them. Don't press or beg, I doubt that would work on them, right, Grace?"

She nodded, "Yeah, that definitely would not work with Mom or Dad..."

I had Grace tell me a few things about her parents, things they enjoyed, conversation topics they liked to engage in, any seed of a connection I might be able to make to lay the groundwork for a possible future situation where Grace could travel with us. Grace called her Mom after we finished our drinks and was given permission to bring me and Piper to their home for appetizers and a meeting.

I was more than a little nervous by the time a car showed up to take us to their house, and I held Piper's hand tightly as we pulled away and headed west and north out of downtown Nice. I wondered just what to say to Grace's parents. How hard would I push to have the girl go with me? Would I let Piper charm them? I thought that might be the best way to go, but despite my daughter's endless charm and charisma, no parent should give in to such wiles. Would I be willing to lie to them to take Grace on my travels? What did it say about me that I selfishly wanted the teen to be with me and Piper as we went about our lives and my work? I had no solid answers to any of those questions at that point.

- - -

The house where the cab dropped us off was rustic but beautiful, vines covering much of the stone face of the walls, and the building had a deep-woods feel despite being nestled in one of the nicer suburbs we'd seen that day. My nerves were present but mostly in check. The worst thing that should happen, I expected, was that Grace would be refused her desire and Piper and I would be rather quickly encouraged to leave. I thought we could handle that, though of course I hoped for better.

Grace led us inside and called out in French. We were soon greeted by a woman in her late-forties or so, the teen's mom quite pretty with dark curls, soft features, and a body which held lovely motherly curves beneath a pretty casual yellow dress. "I'm Martine, Grace's mother," the woman said to me in a beautiful southern French accent, "nice to have you for a visit. Quite a surprise, really, Grace rarely sends anyone she wants me to meet."

I introduced myself and Piper, then said, "Thanks so much for the invitation."

"My pleasure. I'm afraid my husband is out for the evening." Martine led us into a sun room which was warm and facing west. We sat, Piper and I together on a low couch, Grace in a chair, and her mother in another. "So... how exactly did my daughter meet you?" There seemed to be a breezy familiarity in the woman's voice and body language.

It instantly put me at ease. "Well, I'm a professional photographer," I explained, "and Piper and I were in Monaco to photograph Grace's birthday party and the cruise yesterday. We got to hang out with your daughter a bit and Piper and Grace rather seemed to get on as fast friends."

"Lovely," Martine said, leaning forward to pour four cups full of steaming tea and waving her arm over the sugar and cream and small cookies available nearby. "Those things are usually about the Prince, I'm sure you noticed."

I nodded, "Without a doubt, it was about him."

Grace said, "But Patrick and Piper made sure I had fun, especially when we went on the yacht."

"And where did you cruise?" Martine asked.

Grace barely hesitated, "Heliopolis..."

I saw the woman raise an eyebrow, "Oh? And you got off the boat there?"

Her daughter nodded. I felt a little anxiety realizing what Martine was picturing at that point.

The woman asked, "And you participated as a little hedonist, ouais?"

Grace grinned and shrugged, "It was fun..."

Martine's face turned to me, asking, "And you... what role did you play on that island? Were you photographing my daughter there, as well?"

"No, no," I offered quickly, "no photography there... uh... the Prince released me after we got off the boat..."

"And did you and young Piper know what that place would be?"

I nodded slowly, "Grace... told us before we arrived, yes..."

Martine pursed her lips, "And so... my daughter, au naturel, ouais? And... you follow her?"

Before I could response, Grace jumped in, "I asked them to come with me, mère. I didn't want to be alone, and... they were keeping an eye on me..."

I knew by they she meant me, and that caused my anxiety to rise a touch.

Martine chewed her lip a moment. I thought she might be angry, might see me as a predator, a man who followed her naked daughter all day. Instead she threw her head back and laughed gaily, then shook her head a bit and said, "My carefree child... I suppose you enjoyed yourself? Letting everyone get an eyeful of you, fille? Oh, to be your age again!"

Grace smiled and nodded, "It was so much fun."

Martine's expression was full of cheer when she asked me, "So you and your daughter, you went about in the natural, as well?"

I nodded but said nothing.

"Of course, of course... my fille drops her clothing and you can't be the only ones still clothed, of course! You are very European, I think, Patrick, to let yourself be nude with your daughter in tow. You Americans are usually more prudish than that," she said, echoing what Grace had told me earlier. "I see why my daughter liked your company."

Piper joined the conversation, repeating Grace's earlier thoughts, "It was sooooo much fun! We swam together and Grace was so cool, like, no one cared that we were naked. Even Daddy got kinda comfortable, at some point, like, he was kinda nervous, right Daddy?"

I chuckled, my anxiety easing a bit, "Just a touch, yeah, but, you know, once you're there... it was pretty normal..."

Martine watched me a moment, then surprised me when she said, "Do you think it odd, Patrick, that I'm not worried about you right now?"

"Huh?"

"A man such as you, my fifteen-year old daughter, naked, in a place well-known for hedonism and adult play and all sorts of things which would normally frighten a woman with such a daughter."

"Uh... yeah... I kinda wondered. I mean... her chaperone didn't seem to think twice about letting Grace stay with me and Piper. I... I wondered if you were someone who didn't really care enough to notice... I'm guessing that's not the way of things, though..."

Martine shook her head, "I worry, Patrick, but as you may notice, we French are more open about such things as nudity and... sexuality... I worry about my Grace, but not to the point that you Americans would. She's fifteen, not eleven," Martine added. I avoided cringing at hearing Piper's age being mentioned. "Grace is old enough to make decisions on her own, mostly. I can only do so much and support her when she wishes to push those boundaries. If she wants to go to Heliopolis and be as naked as a newborn in front of you and young Piper, well... That is her decision. She must live with what she chooses. And I seem to notice she can't stop smiling thinking about it, ouais?"

Grace was indeed smiling, and blushing, and shrugging and giggling all at once. "I had fun," the girl said simply, "and... I have something I want to do, something I hope you'll agree to... Mère..."

"Why does this not come as a shock to me?" Martine shook her head and then looked back at Grace, saying, "Get on with it, then."

Martine looked at me, then Piper, then her mom, "Patrick and Piper... they travel all over the world, like, everywhere, right?"

Piper replied, saying, "Uh-huh! Tokyo, Berlin, Sydney, we're going to Brazil next month!"

Grace continued, "And... I want to do what you did, Mama. I want to travel, I want to learn about the world, I want to get out of France for a while. I want to sabbatical and go travel with Patrick and Piper..."

Her mother took her request rather calmly, I thought, betraying no emotion as she listened. Piper added, "I really want her to go with me... I don't really have friends, and... Daddy just started taking me with him all over, plus, I dance once a month in competitions, and I really wish me and Daddy had a friend to go with us, and..." Piper went on and one for a couple of minutes, arguing politely to have Grace travel with us. Again, Martine showed no reaction and I had no idea what sort of response she might have. The obvious one, a flat rejection, seemed the most likely despite no outward signs of anger or shock.

Grace and Piper continued to present their arguments for another moment or two before finally growing silent. I let the girls go forward without interruption. I didn't feel I could add anything positive to the discussion without quickly triggering the woman's justifiable protective instincts.

When the girls grew silent and looked at me, I simply waited for Martine to voice her thoughts. The woman finally said, "Grace, will you show Piper the garden, please?" I knew that it was time for Grace's mother and me to have a heart-to-heart.

When Piper and Grace had left the room and the back door banged shut, Martine leaned forward and asked, "What are your intentions, Patrick?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you decided to court my daughter?"

"Err... no... that wasn't my intent, " I told her, mostly lying.

"Married? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"Me, uh... no, none of those," I told her, knowing there was a carefully hidden set of lies around that subject in my response. "Single..."

"She may be old enough for such things, but she is still my little girl in many ways."

"Of course!" I replied a little too strongly, then added, "I'm only entertaining this idea because... it would be great for Piper to have a companion. She and I... we have a lot of fun together, but she can get a little lonely, you know... when I'm having to work a gig. Though... I've been teaching her some of what I do, so... that's helped, but," I realized I was rambling. "Grace really seemed to take to us the last couple of days. I'm willing to let her travel with me. With us. Because I think she's really neat and I think she and my daughter have already become fast friends."

Martine studied me a moment, then smiled and shook her head, "I do not blame you, Patrick, for concealing the truth of things, but I'm no amateur. I see the way Grace has looked at you, and you at her. There is more than just a concern for your daughter's companionship here. You and my daughter have interests together. Interests a young woman and a young man would naturally share. You are not so old that I am seriously concerned, though I would prefer that my daughter not wish to take off with her first love and disappear with him so easily."

"Err," I began then stopped, unsure just what to say. The woman's understanding of the situation was rather more accurate than I could have expected.

"Tell me how this might work, then. How would you manage this, hmm? You and my daughter, there is an obvious attraction there, and while it is not my preference, I will not block her desires, nor yours, so long as things remain civil and decent and you don't return her to us with child. She is a young woman, in many ways, and she is old enough to learn lessons such as you might teach her, good and bad. Going off with you... I admit it has been a challenge, these last couple of years, as I grow older and my husband does the same. We've been... looking forward to having our girl off at university so that we might reclaim our balance... this... this might be an opportunity worth allowing, if only you can convince me of her safety. Tell me everything about you, Patrick. Describe your life, your job, the things you do for fun, your dreams. I need to know everything, and you shall not dare try misleading me for I will not be misled."

Over the next half-hour, I spilled everything about me which didn't involve sexual experiences with Piper or Grace. I described my college days, how I got each job, how I now traveled for work and recently met my daughter and started taking her with me. I left out the nature of Piper's dancing but mentioned that she did so at a top level and that I was lucky enough to be the official photographer for her competitions. I told Martine about the dance studio near my home, how Piper and I had quickly bonded and had a ton of fun together, how my daughter wore her heart on her sleeve, was curious, a natural, polite extrovert whose future I would support in any way I could.

I didn't really know what might convince Martine. She asked no questions, made no comments, just letting me speak until I was out of details to reveal. "That's me, pretty much everything..."

A moment of silence followed while Martine chewed her lip. "I have but one question right now..."

"Okay."

"If my daughter wishes to become sexually engaged with you, will you treat her with respect and kindness and ensure her experiences are positive and cause no harm?"

My words spilled out before I could think them through. "I promise nothing less. I would care for her as I wish my own daughter to be treated."

I hoped I hadn't somehow given away the true nature of my relationship with Piper, but if I had, Martine showed no reaction. She replied, "Then give me time to think on this. When are you next traveling?"

"Piper and I fly home to Los Angeles on Tuesday. We're here another day."

"I will discuss with my husband, then, and we will give you an answer as soon as we feel ready to do so. If, and this is still an 'if,' Patrick, if I choose to allow her to go with you, I will likely need a few days to sort out things. You will stay in contact so that we may coordinate her coming to you? Again... 'if.'"

I nodded, "Of course, of course. Here, my number." I whipped out a pen and paper and jotted down my contact. "Grace already has Piper's number and can get in contact with her if necessary. Of course, take your time, and let's make a good decision for everyone, but especially Grace. She deserves that..."

Martine stood and then knelt down in front of me, studying my face silently. "When I was my daughter's age, I was much as she is now. Intelligent. Curious. Bored to no end. I, too, sought to get away from my life, and finally I got that chance. A little different, ouais, than what my girl now wishes to do, but not so different as to worry me overmuch. I took a lover of my own when I was not much older than Grace, an older man who treated me well and taught me how to love and enjoy myself. Whatever happens, if this is to be, promise me that she will never be harmed, never abandoned, never treated as anything less than a young woman full of promise and trust and dreams, understood?"

I nodded and replied, "I promise all that and more..."

Martine stood, "Then I will let you know soon our decision."

I knew I was dismissed and thanked her before being met moments later by the girls. Grace was going with us again that night after a brief talk with her mother. I called a cab while they huddled together and when the teen joined Piper and me outside the front door, I could see a cautious hope sparkling in her expression. She grinned at me and leaned forward to kiss my cheek and then did the same to Piper, my daughter giggling and kissing the teen's in return. Our cab pulled up and the girls agreed that we could all use a hearty meal, so Grace directed our driver to head back towards the waterfront to a seafood place she loved.

- - -

Excitement bubbled over during dinner. Grace was convinced that her mother and father would allow her to join me and Piper very soon. She didn't tell us exactly what Martine had told her in private before we left, but it was clear the teen was confident in things even without her father having a say just yet. Piper and Grace giggled and talked about how much fun it would be to travel together. My daughter was good about not mentioning the erotic possibilities such time together would bring, but I couldn't help being abuzz myself with thoughts of nights with Piper and Grace in exotic places the world over.

So much had changed in so little time. Just a few weeks earlier, it had just been lonely ole me, doing my job and heading back home, over and over. But then Piper came into my life and soon, into my bed. I found out I was sexually interested in her, and acted upon it, before I knew she was my flesh and blood daughter, and then I only wanted to join her more intimately. Grace was just a couple of days into our lives and yet it felt so comfortable thinking about how she would likely be joining us in the very near future. Not only was I not alone any more, I had a sexy preteen daughter and a ripening teen beauty to share my journey and my bed. I swallowed hard a couple of times to remind myself to not count chickens too early or to take for granted anything about the experiences with the girls.

For my dinner, I had clams steamed in wine with a bit of cream, and both the girls enjoyed pan-fried fish with small scallops. It was quite a feast, and we walked down from the restaurant to a shop which sold ice cream and other frozen treats for a bit of dessert. I was incredibly horny despite my full stomach, and at one point I whispered to Piper how much I really wanted to taste her vulva that night. She giggled and whispered back where Grace could hear her, "Mmm, Daddy, I'm really wet right now. I bet Grace is, too!"

The teen laughed, blushing, shrugged, then nodded in a way which suggested it was true.

"Well then," I said very quietly along the waterfront as we lapped our ice cream cones, "if you two want it... I would love to sample both your creams, side by side... how's that sound?"

Both girls nodded and giggled, Piper saying, "Oh, yes, that would be fun!"

It took no time at all to finish our desserts and hail a ride back to the hotel.

- - -

There were no showers, no long time spent getting ready. Despite the movement and heat and sweat of the day, Piper was in my arms as soon as we stepped into our room, and Grace took just a few seconds to feel comfortable enough to approach and share a kiss with me. She was learning quickly, already opening her lips to my tongue. My hands were on her back and on Piper's, caressing them both slowly, gently, but with a determined desire. My penis was erect and I felt Piper beginning to fumble with my zipper, soon springing free my cock and letting her fingers slide up and down my rigid shaft.

Again, I thought about how much had changed. How utterly scared and ashamed I'd been just thinking sexual things about Piper, even before I knew she was my daughter. Yet, just days later, it was a lust fueled by love and compassion which led me to do what I was doing right then, my penis in my daughter's fingers, my hands caressing her ass and Grace's bottom. I wanted more, more of both girls. I needed them in that moment, a desire burning in me unlike any before, and that was a high bar given how strongly I'd wanted to penetrate Piper in the previous days.

She seemed to feel it, too, my daughter's face flushed as we kissed. I pushed down her leggings and the scent rose up from her body, pungent and warm and briny, full of little girl pussy scent. I inhaled and kissed her again, slowly backing the girls to the bed. I fondled Grace's buttocks as I pushed Piper onto the mattress, my daughter spreading her legs, more of her odors washing over me and making me throb precum in response. Grace was stroking me then as I unbuttoned her slacks and pushed them down, the teen stepping free. Her scent was even more heady, more full of pheromones and sexual aromas. "God, you both smell so amazing... Mmmm..." I moaned as I kissed Grace's neck, the girl shuddering in arousal. I pushed her onto the bed beside my daughter and the teen quickly matched Piper's pose, legs up and cocked over her, spread wide.

In front of me was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen by a large margin. My sexy eleven-year old dark-haired prepubescent daughter was spread open, her little vulva sticky and a bit wet, thin slit stuck together for the moment except right over her vagina. No hair there left her smooth pale skin visible, a lovely contrast to the pinks and browns right in the middle. I couldn't believe how I'd come to such a point as to be able to stare between my naked prepubescent daughter's spread legs at her forbidden hairless, immature pussy.

And right beside her was an example of blossoming perfection, Grace's fifteen-year old trimmed cunt more swollen and ripe, ready for mating, ready for penetration though she'd yet to take me or anyone there. I thought about asking her for her virginity right then, but I was content instead to lean down and sniff her sex a moment. "Mmmm, God yes..." I groaned, inhaling her secret smells before doing the same between Piper's slender legs. There were similarities between the girls but each was distinct. I doubt I could have picked a favorite.

I lapped my daughter's slender cunt a moment, savoring her little girl flavor, the flesh there salty and held a touch of bitter urine, a heady and overwhelmingly-arousing combination on in my mouth. I slipped my tongue into her tight vagina, sucking out her juices while I slid one hand over to slide up and down Grace's slippery labia. My god, were my senses overwhelmed!

I sucked lightly on Piper's clitoris, her body starting to rock, then switched over to Grace, nestling my face right against her lovely fifteen-year old vulva and starting to lick her there. "Mmmmmmmmmmm..." I moaned.

"Mmmm-ouais..." Grace sighed, pushing her crotch against my probing tongue. I buried it inside her vagina, cream coating me, her labia swelling around my shallow penetration. I felt her body stiffen quickly when I wet a finger and moved it up to circle her clit. I could hear Piper moaning beside us, my other hand working deliberately in and out of her little hole, just a single finger inside her enough to stretch Piper's vagina a bit, my daughter's tight hole growing more vice-like as she touched her clit in time to my ministrations. Piper was quickly getting good at orgasming herself, as she would put it, only, unlike the previous night, she had my fingers to help her out.

Just before I felt my daughter begin to rise up for release, I switched again and pushed my tongue into her eleven-year old vagina, her hairless pussy coated with saliva and little girl juices. I felt her channel tighten, and the child creamed me again just as her orgasm crashed in. I forgot about Grace just long enough for my daughter to ride my face through a power climax, then I switched back to the teen, my lips and tongue covered in Piper's juices. I slathered the cream onto Grace's vulva and inside her vagina. I was so fucking aroused to think about how I was spreading my daughter's cum onto the teen's slick private folds.

I heard Piper giggle and looked up from where I was eating Grace's cunt to see her smiling, eyes closed. She clearly was feeling rather good right then. I returned my attention to the teen and knew she was getting close. I carefully ran a finger over her labia as I sucked and lapped her erect nub, not probing her virgin hole but ensuring all the outer flesh felt my contact.

It was more than enough for Grace to shudder into orgasm within moments. Her channel drooled thin juices as her hips rolled under me. I was in heaven, the taste of my daughter's pussy lingering in my brain while Grace's lovely cunt was slipping around my lips and tongue. I was so hard that I knew I was freely leaking precum.

I rose up and shifted back to Piper, my daughter once more spreading her legs for me as I pulled her bottom right to the edge of the bed. Stepping between her thighs, I rubbed the head of my hard penis along her slit, joining my precum with her wetness and my previous saliva. Piper was flushed and grinning. She told me, "Sex me, Daddy!"

Just beside her, I saw Grace roll onto her side, flushed and sweaty, a joyous, awe-like expression on her face. Her eyes watched my cock throb against Piper's little cunt. I had an idea. "Grace... would you like to help me penetrate my daughter?"

I saw the teen shudder lightly and then nod excitedly. "What do I do?"

Piper giggled in anticipation.

I told Grace, "Just hold my penis and nudge the tip right between Piper's lips..."

Grace's fingers gently took hold, a little bit hesitant for a second or two, but then she understood what to do. I swelled in excitement, ready to feel the heat inside my daughter envelop me. Grace's fingers twitched, then moved my erection so that the tip of my dick was right against Piper's opening. "Here?" the teen asked breathlessly.

In response, I pushed my hips forward and groaned with pleasure as I sank into my daughter's pussy. "Oh... God... Piper... Uhnnnnnn..." Tight heat rushed into my penis, gripping me, her body wrapping around me, heels cocked against my hips, her arms reaching up to pull me down over her. "I love you, Piper..."

"Love you, Daddy! Mmm... I love sexing you!"

I thrust and moved with her, Grace somewhere nearby but not much in my awareness. I was so focused on my daughter, on her sighs, her shudders, the way her fingers tightened as we mated, how her little hairless cunny was stretched around my penetration. It took no time at all to feel myself ready to release. I burned, straining, humping Piper, fucking her, mating with her. Cum started pumping out of me several seconds before I peaked, my orgasm rushing in as I spurted thicker, heaver jets of semen into my daughter. "Uhnnnnnnn!" I moaned loudly, filling the eleven-year old, ejaculating sticky sperm into her cunt. She took it all, cum splashing against her cervix, squishing around my shaft as our movements slowed. I throbbed in my daughter's sloppy vagina while we kissed. Out of breath, I pulled Grace to me and kissed her, my penis leaking jism into Piper's little hairless pussy. God, I felt so fucking powerful.

- - -

The rest of our night was cuddling together, speaking softly of love and kindness and how each of us was enjoying what we'd found together. At some point in those soft shared moments, bodies pressed together, I told Grace, "I love you," fully meaning it despite how quickly those emotions had come forth.

She purred her desire for those words into my mouth, pulling back only enough to whisper, "Ohhhh... I love, love you, doux amour, mmmm..." I wrapped my arm tighter around her and around Piper, more full of love than I'd ever felt in my life. Two lovers, two loves, radiant body heat, soft sighs, cool sweat, and warm breath on my neck and chest. How did I get so lucky?

A whirlwind day left us all sleepy and with us cuddling under the covers, me in the middle, my daughter's head on one shoulder, Grace resting against my chest, I closed my eyes with satisfaction and less anxiety than I should have felt in those moments with two naked, underage girls in my arms. No such worries were swirling any longer, at least not on the surface. Too many good things were happening to let those concerns take hold in our mutual contentment.

We still had one more day to share with Grace, and I wondered what fun we might have together before Piper and I headed home on Tuesday. My eyes stayed closed when I heard two girls snoring lightly against me, the smile on my face unlikely to go anywhere that night.

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

Martine, Female, late-40s

	- Mother of Grace

	- 5'6, beige skin, 140lbs, blue eyes, curly black hair