Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: A Surprising Obsession aka Love At First Sight
Summary: A prodigal drops into the wedding reception of his brother, and
bonds with his brother's new wife's 10 year old daughter.
Keywords: Warning!  Mg, ws, oral, ped, rom

   01 Love At First Sight

   I can't be the only one this has ever happened to.  You see someone for
the first time; at a bar, at a party, in a business meeting, when dropping
by a friend's home, and you are irresistibly drawn to them.  You can't take
your eyes off them.  For some reason you can't get them out of your mind.
You have to find a way to get to know them better, to get them alone, to
fuck the ever loving shit out of them over and over and over again.

   That's what happened to me when I met Vanessa.  I recognized it for what
it was as soon as our eyes met and the sparks flew between us.  She smiled
shyly, I grinned broadly.  She lowered her eyes, but kept stealing glances
all through the reception.  I did the same.  Wherever I was, whatever I was
doing, I would feel an urge to look to my right or my left and found her
looking right back at me.  As soon as our eyes met, she would break into a
smile, then look away.  I had to have her.  She knew it and so did I.

   It wasn't the first time it had happened to me, but this was the first
time it happened with a ten year old child.

   It was at the wedding reception of my brother and his new wife.  It had
been years since I'd seen Chris and had driven in just for the wedding.  I
had sat in the back of the church during the wedding itself, doing my best
not to draw attention.  After all, I was hardly dressed for the occasion. I
had been a non-entity in my family since I quit high-school, joined a rock
and roll band and spent the next 20 years on the road.  I'd worked bars all
across the mid-west, south-east and gulf coast.  Joined bands that almost
made it time and time again, but then self-destructed.  Never had a family.
Never had a home in all that time.  I focused on the music.  On the beat.
On the words and melody.  You see, early on, I was taken under the wing of
a successful guitar-man, one you would know if I said his name.  He broke
it down for me.  He told me, "If this is really the life you want, the life
you want to live, here's the deal.  Never own anything, not even a pet. 
Never get married.  Never try to settle in or down until you've made it,
not even then really.  Your life needs to be the music.  Live it.  Play it.
Never expect a normal life.  Never try to fit in.  You're a rocker.  Be a
rocker.  Only a rocker.  You'll get lots of pussy, you might even make some
money, but any romance you have will be fleeting.  That's just the way it
is.  That's why I'm telling you to make sure this is what you want before
you commit, because once you commit, the road owns you.  Oh yeah, and stop
drinking this shitty beer.  Switch to Jack Daniels or something with
character, and stay away from anything addictive, drugs, women or even
booze, if that's your Jones."

   I stayed true to the credo, still only sipped Jack Daniels Black to a
pleasant buzz, never beyond that, fucked more chicks than I could count,
but never had a long term relationship, played my heart out and my ass off
on either the bass guitar or lead, whichever the band I was in needed at
the time.  I co-wrote more songs that almost made the charts than any other
motherfucker alive.  I couldn't sing for shit, but backed up all kinds of
assholes who thought they could.  That kept me humble.  The music kept me
alive.

   Having said that, and since I never got hooked on shit that could ruin
me, I'd had a longer career than most, one that let me live a decent life
mainly because my needs were simple and I truly loved what I did.

   Enough biography, lets just say at the reception line, when I had
offered Chris my hand in congratulations, he hugged me hard and insisted I
join the wedding reception at a local hall, maybe I could even sit in with
the band.  I said, "Sure," and wound up there, at the reception.  Feeling
lost and out of place.  Then I saw her, and the obsession took hold so hard
and strong I felt like I was going insane.

   I tried to convince myself I was being a fool She was just a little girl
who probably just saw me as the oddest looking guy she had ever seen, but
who I for some godforsaken reason could not get out of my mind.  She was a
preteen, somewhere between 8 and 11, in the cutest gown I'd ever seen.  She
had deep brown eyes and a complexion as clear as the morning light.  Long
brunette hair that hung down almost to her waist.  A slightly curved figure
like a sliver of silken wrapped candy.  She would be flouncing around with
her friends or family then hit me with a look that was all "come fuck me".
She scared me and aroused me at the same time.

   Even then, I probably would never have done anything about this
obviously crazy craving, except when I decided I'd had enough and wanted to
leave the party, never having sat in with the band, never really connecting
with a single soul, just drinking my brother's booze and filling up with
his appetizers and other assorted snacks.  I wove my way through the
tuxedoed dancing crowd until I saw Chris with his new bride, chatting with
a couple I didn't know.

   It was when I finally got close enough to say something that I saw the
little girl again, standing beside the new bride and looking around as if
searching for someone.  When her eyes lit on me I felt an electric surge
through me that would feed my music and any songs I would write for a long
time to come.  Unrequited lust is great inspiration.  She and I smiled at
each other, my dick filled with blood and demanded I find a way to plant it
in this young child's tight cunt.  I was left breathless and confused.  I
saw her eyes glaze over with something I would say was desire if she had
been full grown but must have just been an odd fascination.  When Chris
finally looked my way I stumbled over my words.  "Um-Hey Chris-I think I'd
better-um-better head out."

   Chris left off on his conversation with the other couple and said, "Hell
no, you're not." He quickly turned to his new wife.  "You have to stay long
enough to catch up at least." He then turned to his lovely bride and said,
"Tracy, this is my long lost brother Maurice.  You've heard me talk about
him.  He's been out rocking the world while I meandered though a
meaningless existence until I met you." Then to me he said, "Maurice, may I
introduce you to my wife, Tracy, and her daughter, Vanessa."

   Tracy looked at me quizzically, as if I were an alien from another
planet, a normal enough reaction to me, my unfashionable long straight
shoulder-length hair, my jean jacket and tight roughened Levis.  I was an
anomaly at her party, obviously out of place.

   "This is Chris?  I thought he was a lot older," she said.

   This brought out a chuckle from Chris and a laugh from me.  "I am," I
said.  "Five years Chris's senior in fact.  Thank you for the compliment. I
guess I've just lived a clean life."

   "Clean my ass, Maurice." Chris said to his wife and child.  "This man
has burnt the candle at both ends since he was Vanessa's age.  He taught me
how to smoke weed, drink beer and how to get in a pretty girl's...." he
looked at his new step-daughter, "um-good graces-before taking off to chase
his own dreams."

   "Chris was just 12 when I joined my first touring band," I confessed. 
"We haven't seen each other much since."

   His wife eyed me coolly and said, "Then perhaps its a good thing you
left when you did."

   "Ouch!" I said, understanding her immediately, but wanting to placate
her if I could.  "Maybe so.  I'm just happy Chris has found such a
beautiful lady to settle down with.  And don't worry, I'm not too upset
that you don't approve of me.  Most of my old friends wives don't. 
Sometimes that's the price you pay for following your dream.  Anyway, I'll
take off," and reached for Chris's hand for one last handshake before I
left his life for another 20 years.  He had grown up into a fine man and I
was proud of him.  I think he knew that.  I then reached for Tracy's hand
to let her know I had no hard feelings, but she surprised me when she
muttered, "Oh shit," and kissed me instead.  A chaste kiss, a sisterly
kiss, but it was as big a surprise as if she had forced her tongue down my
throat.

   "I'm so sorry," she said.  "Chris idolizes you and I feel threatened
because you have chosen the path less traveled, and I'm jealous of it...and
you." She took Chris's arm and hovered in close to him.  "I'm sorry to you
too, darling.  I'm wrong and I'm just being silly." She looked back at me,
"So no, as Chris says, you can't leave yet.  You have to let me make my
meanness up to you.  And you need to get to know your new niece as well."

   Finally, I was able to look at Vanessa again.  When I did, the
sledge-hammer of desire hit me all over again.  "God," I said in a breathy
whisper.  "You are beautiful, young lady.  Would you mind if I used your
name as a title for a song?"

   I'm sure I said that too softly and honestly, too much emotion in my
voice.  It should have scared her, just like it likely unsettled Chris and
Tracy.  Vanessa smiled, lowered her eyes and then up to her mother, then
back at me.  I couldn't take my eyes off her.

   "She's only ten, Dude," Chris said, seeing the dynamic.

   "Yeah-yeah, I know," I said.  "I'm just so...impressed."

   Vanessa smiled back, with a look that was way too bold and inviting. 
"Thank you," she said softly.

   Tracy seemed to be ignoring what both Chris and Vanessa saw as obvious.

   "Go on, Vanessa, give your new uncle a hug and a kiss."

   Vanessa reached up for me and I bent over to hug her.  When she wrapped
her arms around my shoulders and and I encircled her slender waist, we
seemed to melt together.  Even that seemingly innocent contact made my
heart melt and my guts churn with illicit sex hunger.  She then kissed my
cheek, and then smoothly transferred her lips to mine.  There was no
tongue, no groping, just a moment of eternal desire while her soft yielding
lips melded with mine.  I felt dizzy and hungry.  We hugged again and I
whispered in her ear, "I want you," without thinking, and feeling
immediately guilty and scared, knowing what I said and what I felt was
totally wrong.

   Still, when I raised back up and looked down upon her shining face, her
eyes were searching mine and she was nodding her head in some sort of
agreement.

   "Oh my God," Tracy said.  "I believe the two of you are sharing a
moment."

   "Dude-" reiterated Chris.

   "Oh shush," Tracy went on.  "I think its cute."

   I thought, that's bullshit.  I was drawn to this girl like a moth to a
flame.  I wanted to pillage and ravish her sweet pussy, ass and mouth, and
never ever ever let her go.  I knew it.  She knew it.  Chris suspected it.
I don't know what the fuck Tracy was going on about.

   "I'm...I'm sorry," I said.  "Really, I'd better go.  My band's playing
in a little dive outside of Las Vegas and I've got to be there by night
after tomorrow.  It's a long-assed drive and I'd better get going."

   "Please, not yet," Tracy almost begged.  "At least hang around long
enough to hang out, just you, Chris and me.  Have dinner with us.  Please."
I swear the woman actually fluttered her eye-lids at me.  I suddenly saw
how Chris wound up with a single mother like her.  She didn't take no for
an answer.

   "Sure, okay," I said, then stole another look at Vanessa, and she smiled
back in blessed confirmation.

   It wasn't long after that that the reception broke up and I followed
Chris, Tracy and Vanessa to their house.  It was the kind of cute little
suburban enclave I could never abide, but it seemed to suit Chris and
Tracy.

   Once in the house, Chris, Tracy and Vanessa all headed upstairs to
change.  I just lounged about the living room, looking over their
collection of furniture and books, and gazing out the living room window in
the late afternoon light at their well-manicured neighborhood.

   Finally Chris and Tracy came downstairs, dressed in casual outfits and
looking like some clean cut sit-com couple.  Seconds later, Vanessa came
bounding out of her room, wearing tight pink shorts and a frilled half
blouse that exposed her mid-riff and studded navel.

   Fuck me, I thought.  My breath caught in my throat once again.  I was
mesmerized by a little girl.  She was prepubescent and beautiful. 
Perfectly formed.  And when she looked at me, she seemed to share my
obsessive hunger.  I tried to keep telling myself it was just wishful
thinking but my blood, my dick and my heart wouldn't listen.

   Tracy said, pointing at the large sofa that faced the entertainment
center, the only place to sit in the room.  "Everybody take a seat.  You
boys want some beer?"

   "Hell yeah," Chris said.

   "Sure," I agreed.

   As we sat down together on the couch.  Vanessa took a seat beside me on
the arm of the sofa, her slender little ass fitting perfectly on it.  I
felt my heart flutter at her close proximity but did my best to sound
normal.

   "So you two already live together?" I asked, focusing tightly on Chris
even as I felt totally absorbed by the little angel who had alighted beside
me.

   "Yeah, we've actually been together for two years," he explained. 
"Today was just to make it all official.  A few months ago we decided to
buy this place and make it home."

   "It suits you," I smiled.

   "But not you?" Chris responded knowingly.

   "Not really," I said, as Tracy swept into the room, sat down coasters,
three bottles of Corona and a Coke for Vanessa, then sat on Chris's lap as
I continued.  "I'm afraid I married the music years ago, with no hope of
separation or divorce.  No pretty little cottage or beautiful children for
me.  I feel more comfortable living out of my car than I do in the
suburbs."

   Chris said, "Bet you still get a lot of pussy to make up for it, don't
you?"

   I looked at Tracy, then Vanessa.  Vanessa giggled.  Tracy kissed Chris
to shut him up, then said.  "Don't worry, Vanessa knows about pussys and
other assorted anatomical body parts." She then kissed her new husband
deeply in an open-mouthed public demonstration of mature love, and then
commented, "But its still rude." She followed that up with a cool look at
me and said, "Is it true?"

   I felt more than a little embarrassed but saw Vanessa looking at me in
her ongoing fascination, inching a bit closer to me.  "I guess it comes
with the profession," I answered.  "Girls like musicians.  Not for anything
serious, but just for a good time, for a night, maybe even for a road-tour
if you have the inkling and they have the time, rarely any more than that."

   Chris shook his head, "I admit I'm a little jealous.  Not that I would
ever give up Tracy or my life here for anything like that, but it must be
interesting."

   "It is," I admitted as I felt Vanessa start to lean against me as we
spoke, her lean young body feeling more warm and delicious than any of the
'pussy' I could ever remember.  "But its not a life most people can handle.
I've met a lot of musicians who had all the skills you might want, but the
insecurity and rootlessness of it all usually gets to them.  They wind up
giving up rock as a career try and find what you have.  A family,
stability, security."

   "But not you," Tracy said, more as a statement than a question.

   "Nope, not me." I said.  "Life on the road suits me, always a new town,
a new audience, a new girl.  Most of all, the music.  I live inside it. 
I'm never as alive as when I'm playing, whether its the rehearsal, writing
or performing.  I will never willingly give it up." I tried to shift the
focus from me.  "So tell me, how did the two of you meet?"

   Tracy looked at all of us, then draped herself over Chris and said
softly, but with cool deliberation, "Well, Maurice, the truth is we met at
a swingers party." Before I could respond she went on, "We were both with
different partners, but once we screwed, and screwed other people together,
we were doomed.  Chris and I are great together.  Perfect for each other."
There was a pause, then she added, "and we both still want to continue that
lifestyle.  In fact, we will be leaving for our honeymoon tomorrow to spend
a couple of weeks as a swingers resort and I've been trying to figure out
what to do about Vanessa during that time.  We'd talked about her staying
with friends, but they bailed on us at the last minute.  I was afraid she'd
have to tag along with us.  But then you showed up.  You connecting with
Vanessa like you have feels like destiny.  This seems to be a perfect
solution and opportunity." Then she looked at her daughter, then at me, and
blurted out, "When you go, take Vanessa with you."

   "What?" Chris said.  I echoed, "What?"

   Vanessa surprised me the most though.  She brightened, looked from her
mother to me and a flash of hope burst from her eyes.  She then said her
first full sentence in my presence, "Yes, please.  I want to."

   Jesus, I thought, my brain suddenly jumbled yet again.  Even her voice
captivated me.  Bold and clear and clean.  I wanted to write songs for her
to sing.  Songs about her, for her, crafted from the tender crease of her
sweet moist pussy cleft.

   "I-I..." I trailed off, not knowing how to respond, but Tracy had seen
what was going on, and she used it to her own benefit.

   "Then its settled," she said happily.

   Chris had much less trouble speaking up than I did, "Tracy, that's not
right.  I mean, Maurice is my brother and I love him, look up to him, but
he's a stranger to all of us.  Besides, his life just isn't suitable for a
ten year old girl."

   Tracy tightened her grip around Chris.  "Chris, you and I are going to
have a honeymoon starting tonight.  A sex-filled, totally depraved
honeymoon where we will swing with total strangers, get fucked up mind and
body and we will both need lots of rest when we are not wrecking ourselves
with other couples and each other.  We leave tomorrow morning.  Tracy
shouldn't be exposed to us for the next few weeks, or to the environment
we're going to be in.  Her experience with Maurice may be strange, but it
will be much healthier than if she comes with us, I promise you." She then
turned back to me, "And you, Maurice, you need to develop a sense of
responsibility.  You may never have a home and a family, but even life on
the road needs to be seasoned with something more than one night stands. 
So you have to promise me you will make sure Vanessa is properly fed, has a
decent bed in her own room and doesn't partake of anything illegal or
dangerous to her well being.  Promise."

   "I could do that, sure," I said.  "But I'm not sure she would feel
comfortable living out of a suitcase, in motel rooms and hanging out with a
bunch of degenerates, which I assure you, we all are."

   "I have no doubt," Tracy responded.  "But I think your degenerates will
be better than our degenerates.  When I saw the two of you looking at each
other 'that way' I realized this is the solution I've been looking for. 
For her and for me.  You, Maurice, are my opportunity to free myself, if
only for the next few weeks, from a life I never chose either." She froze
me with her glittering dark brown eyes.  "I know you know I know what's
going to happen as soon as you get her alone." She finally turned her
attention to Vanessa.  "Do you know?"

   "Yes," Vanessa said softly.

   "What?" Tracy continued.

   Vanessa looked boldly into her mother's eyes.  "I'm going to be loved."
Then she looked up at me just as boldly, "Aren't I?"

   I couldn't even open my mouth to speak.  I could only nod in agreement.

   "And you know how I feel?" Tracy said to Vanessa.

   "I know you love me, but you really don't want me," Vanessa said.

   I couldn't believe my ears.  Maybe what I felt wasn't right, but what
Tracy felt was even worse.

   "That's right," Tracy said, then looked to Chris, then to me.  "It's not
right and it's not nice, but it's true.  You know that Chris.  You've
always known it.  What's worse, Vanessa knows it."

   "Well, I knew you weren't comfortable with motherhood, that you did
things with Vanessa more out of duty than because you wanted to, but I
never thought you'd put your own daughter in the clutches of a-a musician."

   It was my turn to take umbrage, "Say what?" I said.

   "You know what I mean," Chris said.

   "I guess I do," I said.  "And maybe you're right," but then I looked at
Vanessa and my mind set itself on course.  A new dangerous and risk filled
course.  I learned long ago that the brass rings of life, fulfilling
opportunities, fateful meetings and magical coincidences happen only so
many times, and they best be grabbed quickly if you don't want to lose
them, so then and there I committed to something and someone besides my
music for the first time in my life.  I said, "But if Vanessa really wants
to go with me, and if you and Tracy agree, I'll bring her with me for the
next two weeks.  After that, we'll see."

   Tracy and Vanessa both exulted, "Yes!"

   I nodded in agreement and Chris shook his head no but said, "I think
this is a mistake, but I'll go along with it if Tracy says so.  After all,
she's the one who insisted I didn't adopt Vanessa when we got married.  She
always said she wanted to be the one who made decisions for her while she
was a minor.  I guess this is a good example why."

   "That's right," Tracy said.  She turned to Vanessa and hugged her. 
"Here's your chance too, Vanessa.  As crazy as it seems, Maurice may be
able to give you something I never could."

   I looked up into the little girl's face as she sat on the arm of the
sofa beside me.  She was glowing with hope.  I reached around her slender
hips and nudged her closer to me, much as I would a woman I'd just met in a
bar, and intended to fuck as soon as we found enough privacy to do it.  I
felt the elastic band of her panties under my fingers, and plucked at it
like a guitar string.

   Her expression morphed from hopeful elation to tender surrender, a look
I was more than familiar with.  She was mine if I wanted her, and lord, did
I want this preteen girl-child.  Sensing my commitment was real, and never
being one to stand on ceremony I said to all concerned, "Well, you want to
wait till tomorrow morning to get going or to do it now?"

   "Damn, Maurice, once you've made up your mind, you just barge on
through, don't you." Chris wondered at me.

   "I never saw any use of doing otherwise," I said.  "Creating more doubts
just keeps you from moving forward."

   "I agree," Tracy nodded, then stood and took Vanessa by the hand.  "Come
on, Vanessa, lets get you a bag packed.  It's summer, so there's no school,
and you don't have any plans so you might as well get going."

   Vanessa stopped, looked at her mother and Chris and then me.  "No reason
at all," she agreed and I watched the two of them head back upstairs,
Vanessa's plump little ass cheeks pumping her legs up the stairs in a
frenzied blur.

   Chris took a long chug from his bottle and stared up the stairs.  After
a moment he said, "Damn!  Damn!  Damn!" Then to me, "Maurice, every time
you show up all shit breaks loose."

   I ignored his complaint and said, "So tell me about this swinging shit
you and Tracy are into.  I never would have guessed you did that."

   Chris drained his beer and then raised the one Tracy had left behind,
"You think you're the only one with a wild hair up your ass?  It's just
that I kept mine private.  I love fucking Tracy, love seeing her suck a
dick or get buggered up the ass.  Hell, I love to see her eat pussy while
I'm plugging her from behind.  I thought we could settle down a bit after
we moved in together, but it's just got more extreme.  Even now, with us
hitting this resort, I'm crazy to buttfuck her while some other man is
plowing her cunt and another is feeding her a load of jism.  It's sick, but
I love it, and so does she.  Hell, bro, she'll plant the head of my cock up
another woman's pussy and lick out her asshole while I cum inside of her
without any jealousy or worry.  It's the glue that binds us, man.  Just
like music is for you."

   I raised my beer bottle and toasted Chris, swallowed a mouthful, then
said, "Maybe so, Chris, but I have never even considered the shit you seem
to do on a weekly basis now.  You can stop feeling jealous about the cunt I
get, because what you do is a lot wilder than anything I ever
considered..." then I looked up the stairs, "....until today."

   Chris asked, "Is that your thing?  Young twat?  I know you musicians get
a lot of young girls, but this is pretty extreme, even for you isn't it?"

   "Way extreme," I agreed.  "Truth is, it's rare to get really young trim
in my line.  I work the bars and taverns mostly.  Rarely do we perform in
front of really young people.  It's just that there's something about that
girl that...draws me.  Makes me want to write music about her.  I meant it
when I said I wanted to name a song named after her.  I still do."

   "Looks like you'll get your chance, but be careful, man.  What you and
that child have planned isn't legal."

   "I know," I said.  "We have to be extra careful every step of the way.
In fact, it's really possible nothing will actually happen.  I'll get her a
separate room at any motel we stay at, keep her away from the freaks and
the shit they peddle, just like I told Tracy.  I'll do everything in my
power to protect her, even from me."

   Chris nodded his head.  "Now, that's the big brother I've always looked
up to, but I know for a fact how having a kid around cramps your style. 
Tracy and I have never been able to really cut loose for more than a single
night like we expect to that the resort.  I imagine your days of running
wild may be coming to a close as well, at least for the next couple of
weeks."

   "Maybe so," I agreed, feeling my hormones start to settle down with the
little girl's absence.  That changed immediately when she stepped out of
her room with a backpack on her back and a big grin on her face.  Just the
sight of her made every cautionary thought I had evaporate.  I was going to
fuck this little girl, fuck her and make her mine, drain my essence into
her baby cunt and pray it somehow made us one, even more than Chris and
Tracy were.  I tried to shake the lustful tendrils from my brain but it
didn't help much.  I just stared at Vanessa as she descended the stairs and
strolled over to me as if she knew what she was doing.

   "Let me take that," I said, hefting the backpack from her, finding it
heavier than anything she should ever carry.  "Shit girl, what you got in
this thing?"

   "My computer, some clothes, my teddy bear, stuff like that." she said
looking up at me.  I looked down into her loving eyes and realized the
seriousness of what I was doing, but knew I was going to do it anyway.

   "Always and forever," I said, losing myself in the preteen's eyes.  It
was a declaration.  A promise.  It was a commitment.

   "Yeah, me too," Vanessa said.  For the life of me, I saw my soul
reflected back at me.

   "What?" Chris said.

   "Yes, what does that mean?" Tracy said.

   "It means whatever happens next, it changes everything," I said.  I
looked at Chris, then Tracy.  "And it starts right now." I turned on my
heel and headed to the door, Vanessa following me.  Starting then and
there, Vanessa became my student, my charge, my lover and my muse.  I was a
stranger to her, an enigma, and she was putting her love, her life, her
very soul in my hands.  I opened the door and let her through, then nodded
to my brother and his new wife.  They didn't say a word.  I saw tears come
to Tracy's eyes and she waved to me.  Vanessa never even looked back.  She
got to my car and waited for me.  I opened the door for her and carefully
put her backpack in the back seat, then walked round to the driver's side.
I looked to the house, but neither Tracy or Chris ever looked out.  The
curtains stayed closed, as did the door.  I sat down and saw Vanessa
slipping on the seatbelt for the shotgun's seat.  "No, not there," I said.
"Move over here," I said, patting the middle of the seat and offered her
the seat belt for the middle.  Without a word she scooted her little butt
over and let me adjust the seatbelt for her.  "This is where you sit from
now on," I said.  "Next to me.  At my side.  My cars are always set to seat
three in front, and I never want you to be even an arm's length away from
me when we ride.  You are now and will be as long as you're with me, the
most important person in my life."

   "Okay," she said softly and nodded, then settled in beside me, nestling
against me.  I looked at her and she looked at me, lost in this spell we
held each other under.

   I pulled out from the curb and onto the street.  I quickly maneuvered us
onto the main throughfare, heading toward the freeway.  I said to Vanessa,
"Now put your hand over my cock.  It belongs to you now.  As long as you
want it, it's yours.  It doesn't go anywhere, either in you or anyone else,
without your permission.  The same goes for your little cunt.  You fuck no
one, you suck nobody's dick, you never lick a pussy or suck out an asshole
without my go ahead.  Got it?"

   Vanessa hesitantly did as instructed.  She placed her hand on my hard
cock.  She looked at the sheathed bulge of muscle, love and lust.  Then she
squeezed it.  She clasped it tight and looked up into my eyes.

   "Mine," she said softly.

   "Yours," I agreed.

   "I'm your girlfriend." she said.

   "No," I said.  "We're a lot more than that.  You're my girl, yeah, my
little girl, my lover and my responsibility.  I'm the one whose going to
fuck you and teach you how to fuck.  I'm going to give you total and
complete love.  It may destroy me, but I'm going to make damned sure it
doesn't hurt you.  It may mess up you how you see life and love and
relationships, but it won't hurt your heart or your body.  And anyone who
tries to hurt you, they have to go through me."

   "Is that like a real father," Vanessa asked, as if she really didn't
know, squeezing my cock and feeling it pulse in her hand.

   "No," I said.  "A real father wouldn't fuck you, whether he wanted to or
not, not as long as you were a little girl anyway.  He would love you and
protect you, but would never seriously consider what I intend to do with
you.  I'm a rocker.  I do you right and you may become a rocker too.  We'll
see."

   "I hope so," she murmured as she continued to knead and stroke my dick.
"I want to be like you."

   "Maybe," I said, noncommittally.  "We'll see," as I finally made my way
onto the freeway, slipped into the fast lane and began to speed us towards
Vegas.  It was now dark, and enveloped by the night and the speed of the
road, I looked into her eyes and said, "How do you feel about sucking my
dick while we drive?"

   "Yeah," she said, as if this was a natural progression.  "I'll make you
cum in my mouth, okay."

   "Not okay," I answered.  "I want to feel you, I want you to taste me,
but I have to keep control of the car.  You suck my dick, but gently. 
We're loving, not just fucking.  There's a difference."

   She looked up at me without understanding.  I said, "Sexual love is not
just about cumming.  It's about intimacy.  When you suck my cock, I want
you to taste me, feel me, hear me, smell me.  I want you to make my cock
your cock.  I'll do the same to you when I eat your pussy.  I'll take you
to orgasm, but only when you feel the love of it.  The full and complete
all encompassing mixing of who we are."

   She seemed to fall under the spell of the half-assed poetry I was
spouting.  She slowly leaned over my lap and unzipped my jeans, drew out my
engorged cock and kissed it like a gift, then stroked the foreskin as if my
prick were a magic wand, she licked it like a lolly pop, lapped at the
pre-cum seeping from it like it was a magic elixer, then sucked it so
sweetly I wanted to die.

   "Beautiful," I groaned as I drove, keeping my eye on the road.  "You are
beautiful and your sweet loving mouth is beautiful too.  I love it.  I love
you."

   She mewled at me, but kept ministering to my dick, practically
worshiping it.  After what seemed forever, and must have been thirty
minutes real time, she pulled off my cock and moaned, "You sure you can't
cum and drive.  I want to eat you and feel you inside me."

   I sighed, knowing that I couldn't give her what she wanted without
stopping, and we were still some time from any exit.  A thought struck me,
even hard, I felt a need to urinate.  All the alcohol I had imbibed over
the evening working on me, I thought.

   I said, "I can't afford to cum for you yet, Vanessa, but I really need
to piss.  Think you could handle that?  drinking down my pee?"

   "You wa-want me to drink your pee?" she asked.

   "Only if you're willing," I said, but don't say yes unless you really
mean it.  We don't want to make the seat wet and smelly.

   She grinned, "But you want me to be wet and smelly?"

   I grinned, glanced at her sweet face hovering over my erect dick in the
dashboard light, thinking this kid really could be a rocker.  I said "Only
your mouth and breath," I said.  "And I promise that won't keep me from
kissing you when you're done.  Ever."

   She looked up at me then studied the pre-cum leaking from my dick.  She
lapped at it so gently it felt like a feather playing over the little lips
of my rigid prick.

   "Do it," she said softly.  "I want to drink you till you fill my tummy."

   I smiled and saw her descend back onto my cock-head.  I closed my eyes
for the barest instant then let loose my flow of urine.  I pissed in the
little girl's mouth like it was something natural and right.  She gulped
down my piss like it was the most important thing in the cosmos.  I sighed
and groaned.  "So sweet," I groaned.  "So sweet and good.  My little love.
My beautiful girl."

   She kept draining my urine like it was an homage to love.  I kept
pissing as if it were a never-ending love fountain.  It took a good three
to four minutes for me to drain my bladder.  My little lover stayed with me
all that time, filling her little tummy with my golden stream.  When I was
finally done she rose up from my now softened prick, looked me in the eye
and reached for my neck, wrapped her arms around me and said, "Now kiss
me."

   I kissed her as promised, but kept my eyes open throughout.  When she
pulled away, grabbed my dick again in her little hands and bent back to the
task of sucking me, I said, "That's not the way I want to kiss you."

   "You don't like the taste of your own pee," she said.

   "That's not it," I said.  "I don't want to have my mind on anything else
but you when I kiss you.  I'll kiss your pissy mouth anytime, but I want to
be able to feel all of you, taste all of you, your love and desire, your
nastiness and your beauty.  That's what I want when I kiss you, when I love
you, and when I fuck you."

   She wiped my semi-hard prick across her lips, smearing the juice of it
as if it were her favorite lip-gloss across her mouth.  She was now
familiar with my taste, smell and feel, and she seemed to like it.  "You
want to fuck me?" she asked, confirming what she already knew.

   "Fuck you, and fuck you right, little girl." I said.

   "Am I still a little girl?" she asked as she began suckling once again
on the head of my dick.

   "Yes," I answered with a sigh.  "My little girl.  You may be growing up
too fast, but you're mine now and you're still a little girl.  That won't
stop me from popping your sweet cherry, or from reaming out your tight
little asshole when the time comes.  It does mean I'll do every thing I can
to make you cum like the perfect child you are.  Make love to you and fuck
you like a madman and make you cum like a wild woman, but then give you
comfort like the child you still are.  That's my hope and my plan."

   "My plan too, Uncle Maurice," she said, raising briefly off my dick,
then dropping back on it, suckling on it as if it were a pacifier.

   It was a another ten minutes before I saw the exit I needed, with gas
and a motel.  "Better put me back in my pants," I said softly.  "We're
exiting here."

   She tenderly withdrew from my cock.  It was only then I realized she'd
dozed off sucking me, her eyes blurry and only half awake.  She carefully
stuffed my dick back into my jeans and zipped me up.  Patting my crotch,
she sighed, "See you soon."

   I reached over to her and kissed her lightly.  "You can count on it," I
promised.

   We pulled off the freeway and out of the exit.  I slowed and slipped the
car into the parking lot of a no-name motel and pulled up to the business
office.  I walked into the office and approached the reception desk.  The
guy at the desk was stealing a nap and I had to hit the little bell to get
his attention.  I arranged for a room with two single beds and paid for the
night in cash, plus a little extra for a late check-out.  He gave me the
keys to a little shack in the back and I drove over to it.  Parked in front
of the room, I grabbed Vanessa's bag and took her by her elbow to help her
out of the car, stepped over to the door of the cabin and opened it for
her. She stepped inside and I quickly followed.  I then did a quick check
of the room.  No obvious cameras in the room.  That was good.  The air-con
worked, as did the TV and toilet.  The linen was clean, the towels were
too. When I turned back to Vanessa she was looking at the beds as if
confused.

   "Why two beds?" she asked.

   "For appearances," I answered.  "Most of the time, I'll be getting us
separate rooms when I can, just like your mother said, but tonight I
figured this would do for us."

   "Don't you want to sleep with me?" she asked.

   "I want to sleep with you, in you, on you and with you on me," I
answered, which seemed to brighten her outlook.  "But we need to appear to
be-normal and innocent, kind of like your mom and step-dad pretend to be."

   She smiled slyly, "But really you'll be making me your one and only?"

   "Well put," I answered, then added, "Truth is, I already have.  We just
need to fill in the blanks between saying "hello" and "fuck me again".  We
start doing that right now."
   ~~to be continued~~