Miranda, Female, 24 (current), 12 (flashbacks)

	- Narrator, daughter of Angela and Dan

	- 5'7, beige skin, 125lbs, curly dark red-brown hair over shoulders

Dr. Martin Green, Male, late-40s

	- Sex therapist, husband of Auburn

	- 5'8, ruddy beige skin, 150lbs, short brown hair with grey streaks

Dr. Auburn Green, Female, late-40s

	- Psychologist, wife of Martin

	- 5'10, light-olive skin, 140lbs, shoulder-length auburn hair

Dan, Male, mid-30s (flashbacks)

	- Father of Miranda, husband of Angela

	- 5'11, tanned beige skin, 175lbs, cropped dirty-blonde hair

Over the next three weeks, the three of us spent practically all of our time together. I got to know them, and they learned more about me, as well. I came to trust them. I suppose it wasn't too hard to do that after spilling secrets so frightening to reveal and having them respond so positively to my experiences.

We negotiated the details of the idea the Greens had developed for me. For them, as well. Once we started our new relationship, they wanted it to be a total commitment. I'd play the role of their daughter from birth onward. They would control the story of our time together until I, or the daughter I was playing, was old enough to have a say. I'd live with them at all times. Other than moments when we were in public or otherwise I had to be away from them, or they from me, we would maintain our new roles.

It meant, of course, that I had to be a baby for them. I admit, for a few days, I worried that such a role might be difficult to enjoy, to push through. I felt this for several reasons. First, we'd been having great sex together. Martin and Auburn were amazing lovers, the best I'd ever had other than my parents, and it was clear that once the new roles were undertaken, those daily pleasures would change dramatically. Second, they wanted a full commitment. It meant I was a baby 24-7 except during rare moments when I needed to be myself. No words until I had been jabbering, no conversations beyond a child until I had been aged to that point. No checking my phone. No Internet or more than passively listening to movies or television. No writing or reading. No masturbating or fucking them. No crawling until I was old enough. No walking for even longer.

It also meant wearing, and using, a diaper, and then being cleaned by my new Mommy or Daddy.

Third, I didn't understand how this aspect of our play was so vital to Martin and Auburn. But they explained it over many nights, how they wanted me to be their daughter in all but name during our time together, and to be able to fully commit to the roles, all of us had to act as though I was a newborn on day one. They would age me as it felt right, but it would not be a quick process. Auburn wanted it to take a full year for me to go from newborn to my real age, at which point we'd have aged me enough to return my life to autonomy.

Auburn planned to take a sabbatical from her practice, an idea she'd been considering anyway, and she would stay home with me full time until I was old enough to be on my own. Martin would continue his work. I would do nothing except be their daughter for at least a year.

All this was a lot to consider, and consider it I did. I had no real close friends or other people in my life who would even miss me during the months of my 'infancy' and 'early childhood.' I was self-publishing my erotic novels, so while some of my regular readers might check on me, it wasn't a big deal to disappear for a while. And I had no serious commitments to my community or to organized groups at that point in my life.

I could actually 'disappear' as my adult self and be able to completely immerse myself in my new life.

I agreed to their conditions so long as I had a way to break out of our new lives, whether temporarily or permanently. A safe word, of sorts. We decided on the statement 'I need a break from this.' It sounds rather trite, really, but it was direct. If I, or any of us voiced those words, it meant we instantly broke out of our new roles and stopped to talk things over immediately.

We also agreed to have an hour each week to break out and talk as adults. This gave us all a chance to take measure of things and ensure none of us felt like the relationships were going the wrong way. We could adjust and revise as needed. If it didn't work out, we had a chance to say so on a regular basis.

I was pretty excited for what was to come by the time we neared our start date, but I was also nervous. Martin and Auburn felt the same. We made love a lot in the last few days, fucking numerous times over the final weekend.

Auburn had asked me that Saturday morning about my past, as she frequently had over the previous weeks. She wanted to know when I really began to understand that the incestuous nature of the relationship I had with my parents was a serious problem, at least as others might see it. I thought about that a long time before I realized it had been a specific moment during a trip with Dad. We'd almost been caught, and it led to me fully grasping that society was not going to see what we did as healthy, loving family closeness.

Sitting on the couch with our standard glasses of wine, Martin and Auburn listened as I described what happened.

- - -

I was twelve, almost thirteen, at the time. I'd yet to fully embrace what it meant to be sexual, at least in terms of the rest of the world. Even at twelve, what Dad and Mom and I did in the bedroom was our little secret, a game we played that felt good but never seemed to connect to the rest of the world. I never told anyone about the sex we had, and they didn't either. We never did anything sexual together unless we were in our home, usually in my parent's bedroom, though a few times in mine or on the couch.

That changed one summer. I was a month from turning thirteen. My body, as it always was over that period, was slender, my breasts still small despite the early start on puberty, and though I knew I was pretty, I had many classmates who had begun to transition from possessing bodies of children to having curves and muscles and obvious signs of maturing. I suppose I did, as well, as I grew taller, but my breasts didn't grow beyond A-cups, though at twelve, it wasn't as big a deal as it might have been at fifteen.

Regardless, Dad wanted to get away for a long weekend break with Mom and me. We'd taken vacations a few times over the years, but it was always as a more traditional family might. No sex between me and my parents. I suppose I didn't miss it much. I'd gone places alone with Dad before, Mom too. We were all able to turn off that switch and never risk doing anything outside our home which might risk it all.

Mom, it turned out, couldn't go to the planned trip to stay at a quaint cabin in a small, private campground around a lake. It was just the sort of place she loved to go, but a small situation at work made it so she couldn't take the weekend off.

Dad and I drove the five or so hours to the campground and checked in quickly. We popped into our cabin long enough to drop off our bags and change into our swimsuits, and then headed to the lake to swim. There were a few others around, staying in one of the dozen or so cabins or in tents or RVs set up nearby. Most were older folks, but I saw a couple of kids my age, both girls, though I didn't try to meet them. Dad and I swam for an hour or more, changed into evening clothes, then made our way to the dining hall where they were serving chicken salad, baked potatoes, and fresh fruit for dinner.

- - -

"Miranda," Auburn broke into my story, "How ever were you able to compartmentalize the things you did at home and the way you did things when not?"

I shrugged. "No idea. I just did, I guess. I'd been young enough in the beginning that Dad and Mom just kept ensuring I understood the difference. Maybe it even goes back to me touching myself early on. The 'time and place' sort of understanding my parents drilled into me. It just was normal to not be sexual when we weren't at home. It's not so much that I didn't feel the urge, but I never really questioned it. Until that weekend the summer before I turned thirteen."

"Please," Martin said, his hand on Auburn's thigh, "we'd love for you to continue."

- - -

Dad and I went back to the cabin after eating and he got in the shower first. I undressed completely and watched television. While we might not have been sexual outside the house, no one cautioned me against being naked around either parent. It was just normal, though only a couple of years later I'd realize more fully how odd it might appear to others. At least we had the excuse of being nudists, if it came to explanations. There's nothing illegal about a daughter being naked around her parents, or vice-versa.

Dad came out of the shower, also naked, wiping his body with a towel. Though I tried not to notice, his erect penis caught my eye. Dad was busy drying so he didn't see me watching it bob and shake. I'm not even sure he was aware he was hard. Maybe he was, I don't know. Anyway, despite my natural ability to avoid such things, I began to grow aroused by the sight of my naked dad even though we were not at home.

I didn't say anything, though, and quickly went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, or so I thought. I sat on the toilet a moment, peeing strongly and spreading my thighs to gain access to my genitals. At twelve, almost thirteen, I had very mature labia, though they were still small, like my breasts. Hair covered my flesh there, thick and dark. I always loved the way it looked between my legs. I still remembered the proud moment, when I was eight, that I'd announced to Dad that I had hair down there.

I idly played with my clit while I pissed, enjoying the sensation, then really beginning to focus on masturbating once my stream slowed and stopped. I started to rock my hips around the bowl. I moaned softly, my pussy humming under my fingers.

I heard a light groan and turned to see that the bathroom door was open and Dad was standing there slowly masturbating as he watched me do the same. I was so fucking turned on right then. And clearly, so was Dad.

He walked over quickly and sank to his knees, pulling my hips forward on the toilet, then spread me wide. His tongue lapped over my pussy with enthusiasm. I knew I hadn't wiped since I'd peed, but Dad didn't seem to care. He cleaned me with his tongue and very quickly brought me to a shuddering orgasm.

Dad dropped my legs and pulled me to my feet, smiling, my juices coating his face. I grinned back, buzzing with pleasure. He bent me over the toilet, my hands on the seat, my pee still in the bowl below. I felt pressure between my legs and then my vagina stretched around Dad's penis. I inhaled deeply and threw my head back, my eyes closing.

I was the happiest twelve-year old girl in the world right then. My own father was inside me, holding my slim waist, thrusting his cock into my pussy. I gripped the seat with my fingers, holding on, the light scent of my urine barely registering. Dad's hands moved forward up my back and then slipped down my sides to cup my budding breasts. I moaned my pleasure.

Dad moved one hand past my stomach and over my clit. It strained and swelled as he began to touch me there, all the time his dick moving wonderfully in and out of my wet young cunt. I started to orgasm again, my knees becoming very weak as I trembled, the hand under me suddenly helping me to stay upright.

I heard Dad groan and grunt, and then he pushed hard against me, his cock pressed up against my cervix. He unloaded, spurting forcefully inside my vagina, each throb of his penis stretching my hole. Through what I'm sure were gritted teeth, he barely held back a much louder cry of pleasure. I panted hard as Dad came in me. I could feel the warm, thick cum sliding down one of my thighs even before he finished ejaculating. Each twitch of Dad's cock sent a hot spurt of semen against my cervix.

We caught our breath slowly, Dad finally pulling out of me only after his dick had begun to soften. Instinctively, I spun around and sank back onto the toilet, letting my father's load drip from my vagina down into light-yellow liquid in the bowl below. I leaned forward and kissed Dad's dick, then he bent down to kiss my lips with his.

When he pulled back, he grinned. "Now I need to pee," he said. I started to wipe myself and he stopped me, saying, "Don't move." Dad squatted slightly and held his cock with the tip aimed between my legs. Urine streamed out, catching me by surprise. I almost closed my legs out automatically.

Dad pissed freely, his aim true, missing my vagina and my thighs until the very end. Only later in my life would I learn to enjoy it when he didn't miss. The last couple of spurts of pee, though, were a little less under control. One hit my pussy and sent a sharp chill through my body. Not horror or disgust, just surprise, really. A few more drops landed on my inner thigh.

I waited until Dad finished, watching the way a small drop held just inside the tip of his dick and refused to come free. I used the tissues I'd grabbed moments earlier to gently wipe the piss from his cock. I giggled and he did too. I cleaned myself next and flushed.

A series of pounding noises came from our front door. The cabin was small, and even though we were in the modest bathroom, we both heard a man's voice call to us, "Is someone hurt? Is everything okay?"

I was scared shitless.

Dad, thankfully, was a little quicker on his feet. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself on his way out of the bathroom. I rose slowly, anxious. I thought maybe I should hide. I thought perhaps I was in trouble. We, I should say. I thought we might be in trouble.

I heard the front door open and I crept carefully to peek around the corner of the bathroom.

"I thought I heard-a someone groaning. Hurt like," the older man standing just outside the door told my dad. "Pretty loud-a, too."

"Uh," my dad said, clearly stalling to think of some excuse, "Yeah. No. I did groan kinda loud, sorry. I, uh, stubbed my toe pretty hard a minute ago. Hurts like the dickens."

My dad shifted as if to emphasize his painful toe, and when he did, his body stopped mostly blocking the view into the cabin. The stranger's eyes moved past my dad's feet and caught sight of me.

It was only my head, and maybe a little neck. I'm almost certain that the rest of my naked body was concealed behind the door frame. Almost certain. He stared at me a moment and I was frozen in place. I felt a glob of Dad's cum slide down my leg.

"Yeah," the stranger said, "alright then. Hurt-a toe... right. I got some-a Tylenol if ya need it."

"Err, No. Thanks. Just took some," Dad responded.

"Right," the man said, his eyes passing over me one more time. "Well, I'm-a just next door to ya if ya change yer mind."

"T-thanks..."

- - -

"Dad and I talked immediately after. He was really mad at himself for being overheard. He was scared, and I knew it even then. It scared me, too. That's the moment I think I really understood that what we were doing wasn't okay with everyone else."

Martin's fingers, which had moments earlier been dancing around Auburn's naked pussy, were still as he listened to my story. "I can only imagine what was going through his mind. And yours."

"Yeah, I dunno what I was thinking about anymore. I just remember being scared."

Auburn said, "So you were nearly caught... I suppose the rest of the weekend returned to the way you normally did things away from home?"

I shook my head. "Not really. Dad and I may have been scared, but we had sex again later that night in the bed. Much quieter this time. I swear Dad didn't make a noice even when he was cumming in my vagina again. And I barely did more than breathe heavily through my orgasm. It was actually rather wonderful, in some ways. We did it again the next day and then the morning before we went home. From then on, despite almost being caught, we found ways to be together, Mom and Dad and I, even when we somewhere else. "

"Lucky man," Martin groaned. His fingers were moving again and I saw that Auburn had fished his cock out of his slacks and was stroking it rapidly. "Very lucky Daddy..."

"You'll be Daddy soon," I told him with a grin, "and I love being with Daddy..."

He groaned and his hips moved forward. I was on my knees instantly, his spurting dick shooting up into my mouth, cum splashing into my throat. I let him ejaculate his load against my tongue, then swallowed before sharing a sperm-laced kiss with Auburn.

"We're nearly there," the woman said a short time later. "We start tomorrow. I'm so excited..."

I pushed two fingers into Auburn's pussy and had her humming and thrusting with her hips. She came quickly and then I shared my wet fingers with Martin. I told them, "This is going to be... exciting... I can't wait for morning."