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 Title: Retirement and College Ch.  01


Summary: Niece goes to live with uncle as she starts college.


Keywords: inc,fic



   In January of 2012, I semi-retired from the small, but highly lucrative
software engineering company I'd started in 1986.  I'd developed several
highly specialized security suites used by the Department of Defense and
Department of Energy, as well as private clients.  It had been quite a ride
in those 26 years, but I was beginning to feel the strain it had taken on
me.  For the first time in my life, I was beginning to feel my age.  I'd
made a pile of money and with some smart investments, I became rather
wealthy.  Not Warren Buffet or Bill Gates wealthy, but money was something
that I hadn't thought of in many years.

   The first week of January, I called my ten employees together for a
meeting.  It was the usual time I gave everyone their yearly bonus checks,
as well as a little pep talk about hard work and perseverance.  This time
though, I gave them their bonus checks and told them from here on out,
they'd be working for themselves.  The company would now be employee owned.
My very first employee, Eric Jensen, would be the new president and CEO. 
He had started with me as a young, bright eyed engineer, twenty-two years
before.  He was the sort of person that would have been successful at
anything he tried.

   The existing employees would buy me out over a period of ten years,
which could be extended if necessary.  Knowing Eric, the earnings capacity,
and growth potential, I knew I would be bought out as early as possible. 
That was fine with me, as I wanted the bulk of the company in my loyal
employee's hands as soon as possible.  I added one small caveat, I would
retain 25% of my shares that would return to the trust upon the death of
both myself and my younger sister, Amanda.  The resulting balance would go
to my niece, Kassie.  I wanted to ensure good income for Amanda and me
during our older years, while keeping the majority of my assets to take
care of enjoying retirement, charitable contributions and unexpected
circumstances.  I also planned for Kassie to have a nice nest egg.

   My retirement would be official February 1.  Everyone was very excited
by the opportunity I had suddenly given them.  Eric was obviously the most
excited.  I knew he'd do just fine.

   When it finally arrived, there was a huge sense of relief.  I still
planned to work one or two days a week, just to keep myself familiar with
what was going on.  The first two weeks were tough breaking the routine of
being at the office at least 12 hours a day.  The change really hit home as
Eric took over my old role.  I reminded myself that everything was in good
hands and that he would do just fine.  By the 3rd week, I was getting
accustomed to sleeping in and taking a leisurely ride on one of my bicycles
five mornings a week.

   I'd worried more about the transition from a personal standpoint than a
business one.  I was 48 years old, single and suddenly had no real focus in
life.  My personal life was complicated to say the least.  The only two
women that were a constant presence in my life were Amanda and Kassie. 
They were my world, and there was nothing I wouldn't do for the two of
them. But there was more to it than that.

   Amanda was 14 months my junior.  We'd finished raising one another after
our parents were killed in an auto accident the summer after my freshman
year of college.  Neither Mom or Dad were particularly close with their
families.  So, Amanda and I found ourselves suddenly alone.  It was a tough
time considering I had a year of college under my belt and she'd just
graduated from high school.

   We ended up selling everything Mom and Dad owned, plus using our college
funds and their life insurance policies to cover their business debts. 
Little did we know at the time, this was due to my dad's business partner
transferring mutually shared and his own debt onto my dad's ledger.  He'd
also taken several of my Dad's patents as his own.  We were just kids, and
after almost twenty-five years of partnership with my dad, he'd really
fucked us.  My dad's accountant finally figured it all out, but we
certainly didn't have the money to hire an attorney at the time.  I swore
to Amanda that I wouldn't rest until we got Mom and Dad's money back from
the bastard.  As soon as my software company was going well enough I could
keep my head above water, I hired the best attorney I could find.  A few
years later, Dad's former business partner ended up settling with Amanda
and I for approximately $7.5 million dollars.

   Unfortunately, that wouldn't come until much later and we had to get
through college first.  Amanda and I shared a bedroom in a house I'd rented
with four other guys.  I had a job as a research assistant, and I was
moonlighting writing all the code I could get my hands on.  The programming
was good money, but never enough to completely cover our tuition plus room
and board.  I finally relented and she got a job at a local bar that had
just opened.  I was not a regular at any of the college bars, but I thought
I'd go in one night and see what it was like.  To my surprise and horror,
it was a strip joint.  Thankfully, Manda wasn't on the stage, but she was
waiting tables in just tiny panties and a cut-off shirt that barely covered
her breasts.  I was immediately determined to make her quit.

   The next morning, I talked to her about it, but she was adamant.

   "Look, John.  I go to bed and you're on your computer working to support
us.  I wake up and it's the same thing.  I can do my part, I don't mind."
She argued.

   "Manda, I just don't like it.  You're fucking half naked." I said.  It
was quite the departure from her personality.  She was amazingly
intelligent and beautiful, but also very shy.  She dressed conservatively
and looked the part of the book worm.

   "I know, but I made enough in tips the first week to cover the rest of
our rent.  I can have our utilities this week."

   "I still don't like it though.  It's just not you." I persisted.

   "I know, but you're already working yourself to death just to keep up
with our tuition.  I really don't mind it.  It's actually really fun
working there." She said.  I loved her and trusted her.  If she was okay
with it, I could be too and I let it go at that.

   "Please, promise me you won't start stripping there." I said, as I
conceded.

   "I promise, John." She said as she hugged me.  We both had a good laugh
about that.

   One night in late October that first semester, Amanda was studying and I
was working on some code.  I was focused on my work and hadn't been paying
much attention to her, until I heard her softly sobbing.  I immediately
walked over and put my arm around her.

   "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.

   "It just hurts, John.  We're completely on our own now.  Sometimes it
really hits me hard."

   "Manda, I know, but we still have one another.  I'll always be there for
you." I promised.

   "Yes.  I don't know what I would do without you." She stood up and
hugged me tightly.

   "I feel the same way.  We're just going to have to get through this
together, honey." I said.

   "Yes, we will." She kissed me on the cheek.  I smiled at her as she
pulled back.  She surprised me by then kissing me on the lips.  I was
shocked, but I didn't have long to contemplate it, before she did it again.
This time I felt her tongue trying to fight its way through my lips.

   "Uh, Hey.  What are you doing?" I asked in confusion.

   "John, I don't want to feel this way any longer tonight.  I want to feel
something else."

   "Manda, we can't do that." I protested, knowing exactly what she meant.

   "Yes, we can.  Kiss me, John." Her lips returned to mine.  I hesitated.
She was upset and didn't know what she was thinking, I told myself.  Our
lips met and she held me even tighter.  Her tongue once again probed my
lips.  I granted her entry and our tongues met and twirled.

   I was surprised to learn that my own little sister was the most
passionate kisser I'd ever met.  She released me from her embrace and
quickly unbuttoned her blouse revealing her perfect, bare breasts.  She
took my hands and pulled them to her chests.  Her breasts felt almost
electric in my hands.  I rubbed them gently and teased her hard nipples
with my fingertips as we continued to kiss.  She frantically pulled my
t-shirt over my head and pulled me close to her again.  I loved the
sensation of holding her against me.

   I found that despite our relationship, she had me more turned on than I
think I'd ever been.  Her right hand was between us and unbuttoned my
Levi's.  They were soon around my ankles, along with my briefs.  She stoked
my throbbing cock briefly, before removing her shorts and panties.  She led
me to my bed and pulled me on top of her.  I felt her reach between us and
grab my rock-hard cock, directing it toward her warm, inviting wetness.

   "Manda, are you sure about this?" I asked, between passionate, lusty
kisses.  I felt like I had to give her one last opportunity, even though I
was well beyond the point of no return.

   "Mmmm yes, let's just do it, John." She replied.

   "I don't have any condoms." I said.

   "I'm on the pill." She replied.  Her hands grabbed my hips and she
pulled me deep inside her.

   "Oh," we gasped in near unison as I bottomed out.

   "God, that's really good, John." She moaned.

   "Yeah, it is honey, but you're sure though?" Despite feeling the need
for confirmation, my hips were thrusting, sliding my cock in and out of her
wonderful, silky wetness.

   "Yes, I am.  We love and care about one another, I've wanted this for a
long time."

   "You have..." I started.  She raised her index finger to my lips.

   "Shush, let's just enjoy it.  We can talk later." She said.

   I knew we would need to talk, but satisfying our needs came first.  I
was pumping in and out of her with vigor.  She wrapped her shapely legs
around my waist and smiled as she looked up at me.

   "Thank you, John.  I love you so much.  You've always looked out for me
and took care of me." We were staring into one another's eyes.  I could
only nod, as my mind swam with thoughts of what we were doing.  "Oh, god,
you feel so good inside me!" She groaned.

   I was panting as I thrusted in her.  "You feel really great, too.  Oh
Manda.  So, fucking good!"

   "Oh, yes.  Yes, John.  Oh, I can't believe it.  I think I'm going to
cum. I've never came this fast."

   "Good, because I'm about to fucking explode!" I gasped.

   "Then do it.  Do it John.  Give it to me, baby." She groaned as she
orgasmed.

   "Mmmm, oh, Manda.  I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I thrust one final time
and filled my little sister with everything I had.  She pulled me down and
kissed me.

   "That was amazing." She smiled.

   "Yeah, it was!" I smiled deliriously.

   "No regrets?" She asked.

   "No.  Do you?" I replied.

   "None.  It was wonderful." She answered.

   We kissed for a long time and then she moved to get up.  I watched as
she put her clothes back on.  Finally, she looked back at me.  I was
looking at her curiously.

   "What?" She asked.

   "I don't really know.  I mean we just made love.  Now you're up and
dressed, like nothing happened." I said.

   "I need to finish my finance homework and I have a paper to write for
freshman comp.  You have work to do too, right?  There will be plenty of
time to talk this weekend.  We'll have the house to ourselves.  The roomies
are all going camping, remember?" She arched her eyebrows.

   True to her word, we did talk, and make love, repeatedly that weekend.
Manda and I were lovers for the next two and a half years.  Just before my
graduation, I sat her down and we had a long talk.  I told her that I loved
her more than anything and enjoyed every moment we shared, but I felt that
we both needed to move on.  I'd often felt during my last year of school
our relationship was somehow holding her back.  Neither of us had been on a
date in all that time.  I felt that she needed to explore and that with me
being her constant emotional, as well as physical companion, that would
never happen.  I explained as much to her during our talk.

   "John, thank you for saying that.  I've been thinking I was holding you
back as well, but I couldn't bring myself to tell you.  I didn't want it to
end, it's been so special." She gave me a big hug and a long lingering
kiss. We held one another as we both cried.  When we both finally stopped,
there were smiles on both of our faces.  We were just brother and sister
again, albeit with a love and understanding that few siblings ever knew.

   Little did we know, another family tragedy would reunite us again, years
later.

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   I'd married the year after graduation from college.  She'd seemed like
the perfect girl.  We had a lot in common and got along great. 
Unfortunately, she expected me to be more successful than I was at the
time. Despite all my hard work, I had not instantly become the Silicon
Valley multi-millionaire she expected when we'd met.  She left me shortly
before our second anniversary.  A year or so later, I was making more money
than I knew what to do with.  Naturally, she called me, offering to leave
her new husband for another chance.  I told her firmly, I was not
interested and wished her the best of luck.

   I'd remained a bachelor in the intervening years.  I'd met many
wonderful women in that time, but I was clear with them I was only
interested in companionship.  I realize now, that I hurt a lot of great
women, but I was callous.  When I decided in my late 20's that I was never
going to remarry, I had a vasectomy.  I finally admitted to myself that
most of my issues revolved around the fact these women were not Manda.  By
the time I realized this, it was too late.

   In 1990, Amanda married a doctor, Ryan, fresh out of medical school. 
She had graduated with a degree in accounting and was already working her
way up at a large firm in Chicago when they met.  Ryan and Amanda were the
perfect couple.  You could see it in the way they interacted, I admitted
with envy.  When Kassie was born in 1994, I was caught between feelings of
happiness for them and sadness.  Soon, I convinced myself that the past was
gone and I needed to be happy for the life they were lucky to share.

   Unfortunately, their happiness was not to last.  Ryan was diagnosed with
glioblastoma just before Kassie's second birthday.  He was gone by her
third.  His passing left Manda a widow at 31 and in a dire financial
situation.  She had spent the majority of her portion of the legal
settlement from our parent's estate on helping Ryan establish his medical
practice.  There were also tremendous medical bills for experimental
treatments during his fight with cancer that were not covered by insurance.
Regrettably, Ryan never established adequate life insurance coverage for
Amanda and Kassie.

   I was making serious money by then, so I stepped in to help her out. 
She was my sister despite what we'd shared before.  I set up a fund for
Kassie's education, and to give her things that I knew her dad would have
provided for her.  I tried to ensure she never wanted for anything.  I was
the doting uncle, but in a way, she became the daughter I never had.  I set
up a fund to help Amanda with finances as well.  About a year after Ryan
passed, Amanda asked me to come to Chicago for a few days.  She had a few
final things to settle with his estate and she wanted me to be there as a
second set of eyes and ears.  Kassie was visiting Ryan's parents in Ohio. I
knew that I also needed to be there for emotional support as this was
likely the final chapter of her losing her husband.  She had remarked
several times that the whole ordeal had been like losing Mom and Dad again,
only in slow motion.

   I caught a red eye flight from the west coast and she met me in a cab,
which took us to her attorney's office.  We had a lengthy meeting regarding
the final status of Ryan's estate.  Unfortunately, there was a discrepancy
in the amount owed on the building Ryan's medical practice was located in.
The appraised value was far below the amount owed and the financing company
had called the balance due, to the tune of $2,500,000.  We'd expected to be
able to refinance the building at a more competitive rate, not this.  I
looked to my left at Manda.  She looked like she was about to wilt.  I was
about to explode, because something wasn't right.

   I switched from caring brother to shrewd asshole in an instant.  I asked
Manda to wait outside for a moment.  I didn't want her to see my ugly side.
The attorney representing the finance company suddenly looked uneasy.

   I knew that Ryan and Amanda had put a large sum of their own money into
refurbishing the building in question.  It was a burned-out shell in one of
Chicago's roughest neighborhoods when they bought it.  Ryan's dream had
been to open a practice in an area typically underserved by quality medical
care.  He had recruited many younger medical professionals to join him.  I
had contributed, but Ryan and Amanda consistently refused to let me finance
the whole project.  I understood their feelings and agreed to let them seek
other donors and investors to see the project through.  As I sat in the
office fuming, I wished they'd let me help them more.  Once Amanda was
outside the room, I went to work.

   "So, let me get this straight," I glared holes in the attorney for the
finance company.  "You say the building as it sits, completely refurbished,
fully occupied with paying tenants is worth $250,000?"

   "Yes, Mr.  Brown, that's correct." He replied smugly.

   I leaned forward in my chair.  "You have got to be out of your fucking
mind!  That building is worth $5 million, period."

   He got a concerned look on his face, "Mr.  Brown, the appraisers..."

   "Your appraisers are intentionally trying to fuck us." I interjected.

   "No, it's fair market value." He added, lamely.  I doubted he even
believed what he was saying.

   "Okay, fair market value.  How about this, why don't I write you a check
right now, for $2.5 million, I keep the building, and your client goes and
fucks themselves." I said glaring at him.

   "No, Mr.  Brown.  It doesn't work that way.  We'd have to have the
property fairly appraised and...." He stammered.

   "So, you're admitting it was unfairly appraised to begin with?" I asked.
I gave him an icy stare.  His eyes blinked repeatedly.

   "Uh, no, that's not what I'm saying, Mr.  Brown." He sputtered.  He was
visibly uneasy.

   "Then, what are you trying to say?" I asked forcefully.

   "I'm afraid I'll have to speak with my client about this matter." He
replied, playing for time.

   "I suggest you talk to them immediately.  Cole Palmer does the evening
news for WGN.  He's a close friend of my mine.  I'm pretty sure your client
would hate to see a story about them foreclosing on a medical center
located in underprivileged neighborhood.  Don't you?"

   "You can't bargain with me that way, Mr.  Brown!" He insisted.

   "That's funny, I already have." I replied.  "I expect an answer in an
hour.  Otherwise, you will be hearing from my attorney, Harlan Samuel."

   "Harlan Samuel?" He said, surprised.  "He represents you?"

   "Yes, for over 20 years." I said.

   Jim, Amanda's attorney, finally spoke.  "Bob, you can use the office
next door."

   Bob stood up, completely flustered.  Without a word, he left the office.

   I looked over at Jim, who was shaking his head.  "That took an
unexpected turn." He said.

   "Yeah, he thought we were going to take it lying down, didn't he?" I
asked.

   "He did.  I just hope his client sees it your way." Jim said.

   "It's in their best interest.  Cole lives for this sort of thing.  So,
does Harlan." I smiled.

   "Yes, I'm sure they do.  For a California guy, you sure know how to do
things the Chicago way."

   "I thought being a difficult asshole was the same everywhere." I
laughed.

   Manda walked back in the office.  Jim explained what had happened.

   "I thought he left looking less sure of himself," she replied.  She
looked at me and shook her head.  I knew I was going to get a talking to,
but after all she'd been through, there was no way in hell I was going to
let anyone push her around.

   We were chatting amongst ourselves when Bob walked back in.  He looked
even more flustered than when he'd left.  He took his seat.

   "I'm authorized to offer you the property for $4 million." He offered.

   "We'll see your ass in court, then." I stood and reached for Amanda's
arm.

   "Mr.  Brown, please let's discuss this," Bob offered.

   "There's nothing to discuss.  You said we owed $2.5.  Now you're
offering $4.  You're not going to fuck us around.  I'll spend money on
attorneys until hell freezes over, or until I own your client's ass,
first." I said.

   Amanda was looking at me.  I think she wanted to smile, but the
seriousness of the situation prevented her from doing it.

   "Mr.  Brown.  My client authorized me to accept a reasonable offer." He
pleaded.

   "Our offer is $2 million.  Take it or leave it." I knew the building was
worth at least three times that.  Local businesses had started to believe
in the neighborhood again.  Things were looking up.  I wasn't going to let
that die.

   "Okay, Mr.  Brown.  We'll accept that." Bob replied angrily.

   "Fine.  I'll be here until Friday mid-day.  I expect a contract to be
written by then."

   "You'll have it, Mr.  Brown." He said curtly.

   "I would hope so." I said firmly.

   "Jim, thank you for your help." I extended my hand.

   "My pleasure, John." He said.

   I reached out to shake Bob's hand.  He begrudgingly accepted.

   I opened the door and Manda walked out in the hallway.

   "You like doing that stuff too much." She sighed.

   "I know I do, but ever since that jackass fucked us over when Mom and
Dad died, I haven't let anyone push me around.  They're not going to push
you around either." I said, keeping my emotions in check.

   "I know, John." She took my arm and we walked to the elevator in
silence.

   That Thursday afternoon, we signed the contract on the building.  I was
happy things had worked out.  Ryan and Manda's dream would live on.  We
hailed a cab and I asked Manda where there was a good place to get dinner
and a celebratory glass of wine.  She suggested a place and the cab sped
off.  We enjoyed a delicious steak dinner and a glass soon turned into a
bottle.  We sat there long after dinner talking.  Finally, I suggested
maybe we move to the bar so that someone else might enjoy dinner.  She
laughed and agreed.

   "I want to thank you for everything, John." She said.

   "Baby, you don't ever have to thank me.  I'm happy to do it.  I told you
I'd always be there for you." I replied.

   "You haven't called me baby in a long time." She smiled.

   "It didn't feel right for a long time.  I had tried to just put that in
the past."

   "I know you did, so did I.  But still, you spend most of your time and a
tremendous amount of money on making me happy." She said.

   "You and Kassie are all I have babe." I said taking a sip of my wine.

   "John, it doesn't have to be that way, though.  It always made Ryan
uncomfortable."

   "I was afraid of that, but with what he wanted to do, he was going to
need money somewhere.  Why not from me?"

   "I agree.  I fought long and hard to get him to accept what you gave us.
He didn't want to take any of it."

   "I'm glad you prevailed, and I hope he would be happy with what we
accomplished this week."

   "I think he would be, however begrudgingly." She smiled.

   "You look a little sleepy." I offered, as I poured the last of the wine.

   "I am a little bit.  Wine always makes me so mellow." She said.

   "Some things never change, do they?" I smiled, as we sipped our wine.

   "No, they don't.  You want to get out of here?  I have a couple bottles
at home that are left from what you brought at Christmas." She said.

   "Sure.  That sounds good." I helped her put her coat on and we walked
out.  I felt her take my hand in hers.  I looked over at her.  She was
smiling.

   "You don't mind, do you?" She asked.

   "No, of course not.  It's just me and you tonight." I smiled.

   "I know.  That's what I like." She grinned.  We got in a cab and the
driver took off.  I turned to look at her and she pounced on me.  We
exchanged the most torrid, passionate kisses either of us had ever felt. 
Her hands roved over my arms and shoulders, as my hands gripped her waist
pulling her yet closer to me.  We were both lost in the moment as our
latent desire for one another boiled over in the backseat of that cab.

   We were both so turned on, we ignored the cab driver, and made out like
horny teenagers.  I unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her heaving breasts
from her lacy black bra.  I sucked her nipples lustily, while vigorously
fingering her wet pussy through the gaping hole I'd torn in her pantyhose.
For her part, she had my slacks open and heartily stroked my throbbing
cock. She pushed me back towards the cab door and she lowered her beautiful
face to my lap.  I leaned back against the window as she enthusiastically
deep throated my cock.  Even over the sound of the cab in motion, I could
hear the lusty, slurping sounds she made as she sucked me.  I managed to
look in the front seat, and noticed the cab driver was spending more time
with his eyes on the rearview mirror than on the road.  When we finally
pulled up in front of her house, I grabbed Manda by the arm and just threw
a $100 bill in the front seat.

   The frenzy of lovemaking that took place that night was like nothing I
had ever experienced.  I took her the first time that night up against the
wall in her entryway.  That was as far as we'd made it.  There had never
been a woman I'd known that could reach me on such an animalistic level as
my own sister.  Our lovemaking was spontaneous, wanton and passionate.  The
compatibility was uncanny.  Despite my hesitation our very first time,
there had never been a moment of awkwardness between us in bed.  We would
unquestioningly do anything the other desired in the heat of the moment. 
We finally collapsed on her bed in exhaustion about 3 in the morning.  I
remember waking up to find her draped over me, still asleep.  I just laid
there holding her until she finally woke.

   We had a long talk that morning over coffee.  Neither of us had bothered
to dress.

   "So, where does last night leave us, baby?" I asked.

   "Where do you want to leave us?" She replied.

   "I'll be completely honest and say that was the greatest night of
lovemaking I've ever experienced." I said.

   "I'd be very comfortable in agreeing with that." She laughed.

   "What I told you 12 years ago still stands, though." I reminded her.

   "I know it does.  And it still stands for me as well.  We live half a
country apart, I'm not expecting you to give up your life for me." She
said.

   "You think we can still share what we had, though?" I asked.

   "Yes.  I hope so." She said as she took my hand in hers.

   "Me too, babe." I agreed.

   "John, it was just so good to have you back last night.  Even if it was
one night.  You don't know how I've missed sharing that with you."

   "Manda, I feel the same way.  No one I've ever met has compared to you."
I said.  That brought another smile to her face.

   "I feel the same.  It always bothered me that Ryan never could reach me
like you could.  It hurt me, because I know how hard he tried.  I've spent
way too many hours talking to my shrink about it." She admitted.

   "Yeah, I know.  What we shared has stopped me on multiple occasions." I
agreed.

   "I hate that though." She said sadly.

   "Don't.  I'd never go back and change a thing." I said.

   "Neither would I." She agreed.  "What time is your flight?"

   "1." I said.

   "Lovely." She said, as she stood up and walked around the table. 
Despite being a mother, her body was still as wonderful as I remembered our
first night.  She stopped in front of me before she leaned down and kissed
me, slow and deep.  "Looks like we have a couple hours to kill, doesn't
it?"

   "Yes, it does....." I took her hand and led her to her bedroom.

  
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   One day in late March after I retired, I was sitting on my back patio
overlooking the ocean.  I was watching the waves beat against the rocks and
sipping a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon.  It was from a college friend's
family winery.  It was nice and complex, but just a little too peppery for
my palette.  Perhaps next year would be more like their previous releases.
I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my warm-ups.  It was still cold
along the coast.  I reached for my iPhone, and saw it was Manda.  Odd, she
usually never called until later in the evening.

   I answered, jokingly, "How's my favorite girl, today?"

   "I'm your only girl, and I'm not good." Panic was evident in her voice.

   "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked, suddenly serious.

   "It's Kassie.  She filed her paperwork for her housing at school
electronically.  Apparently, something went wrong and it didn't transmit.
So, she didn't get into the dorms.  Every apartment we can find has an
eight-month waiting list.  I don't know what we're going to do." She
sounded exasperated.

   "Manda, don't worry about it.  I'll get her a place to stay.  I saw some
houses for sale by campus this week." I offered.

   "John, no!  You've done too much already.  I mean, she'd never even be
able to attend there without you." She replied.

   "Sweetie, I don't mind.  It's no big deal.  It'll be ok."

   "John, seriously.  I can't let you do that.  You're her uncle, you can't
carry her through life forever."

   "Manda, I'm her uncle, but she's also like my own daughter.  I'll always
do what I can to help her.  Look, what about this, why doesn't she just
live with me?  I'm 5 minutes from campus.  I mean there's a bus stop like a
block away and she can always use one of my cars."

   "Would you mind?" She asked.  Her voice seemed calmer.

   "Hell no, I wouldn't mind.  It's Kassie." I replied.

   "She can get a job and pay you rent."

   "Manda, Jesus, don't be crazy, that's nonsense.  She doesn't need to do
that, she just needs to focus on school.  I don't want things to be for her
like it was for us.  She's welcome here as long as she wants." I said
firmly.

   "You're serious, aren't you?" She asked.

   "Of course, I am." I answered.

   "You're sure it's not going to be an inconvenience to you?" She asked.

   "No, it's going to be fine."

   "Okay.  She wants to talk to you." She passed the phone to Kassie.  I
heard them talking.

   "Uncle John, you really don't mind?" Kassie asked.

   "No, sweet pea, not at all.  Your room will be ready and waiting." I
assured her.

   "I love you, Uncle John.  Thank you, so much!"

   "I love you too, sweetie.  Don't mention it.  I look forward to you
being here."

   "Yes, so do I!"

   We said our goodbyes and I hung up.  I found myself thinking about
Kassie.  She had always been such a joy to be around.  When she got up into
grade school, Amanda let her come stay with me during the summers.  I would
always take time away from work to spend as much time as I could with her.
I taught her to play soccer and to ride a bicycle.  We went to the beach
and we would take trips up into the mountains.  We were buddies.  I enjoyed
spending the time I had with her and watching her grow up.  She was always
so full of wonder and excitement.

   As the years passed, she and I grew ever closer.  After she got her
first cellphone, we'd text every day.  I realized she often used me as a
sounding board, before she approached her mom about something.  I was a
confidant that she could talk about boys, school or whatever with.  The
world had changed, but the basis issues that teenagers faced remained the
same.  When she was out during the summer, I would take her shopping for
school clothes and the things she wanted for her athletics.  I spoiled the
hell out of her, but she never expected it and was always thankful.  I did
get a few phone calls from Manda about it, when Kassie came home with her
loot.

   The previous summer she had turned 18.  I was finally coming to grips
that my little niece was practically grown up.  We talked a lot that summer
about what she wanted to do in life.  She said that she wanted to go into
medicine like her dad.  I told her that was a great plan.  We often sat on
the back patio after dinner with a glass of wine.  She joked that it made
her feel sophisticated.  I noticed that summer that she flirted with me a
lot.  She'd make comments about how handsome I was.  It made me smile,
because I knew even as a little girl she always a crush on me.  When she
would make comments like that, I would joke with her and remind her that I
was a broken down old man, while finding a way to compliment her in return.


   Given her genetics, she was very brilliant.  I'd helped Manda pay for
private schools whose curriculum matched her abilities.  She was also very
athletic, excelling at soccer and field hockey.  She'd earned academic and
athletic scholarships to many schools across the country, but she had
finally chosen the small west coast university her mother and I had
attended.  I knew that she was going to make her mother and I even prouder
than we already were.

   --------------------------------------------------

   Amanda came out for a week in June, for a conference.  We had a great
time just being together again and not having to sneak around.  The night
before she left we were sitting in my hot tub, relaxing after making love
for the third time that day.  I had been thinking about something that I
hadn't mentioned to her before.  I wasn't sure how she'd react, but I
wanted to talk to her about it.  I was stretched out on one of the built-in
seats in the tub, with her between my legs.  I had my arms around her,
holding her against me.

   "I've been thinking about something and I want you to let me know what
you think." I said.

   "What," she asked.

   "Why don't you come out here next month with Kassie?" I said.

   "What do you mean?" She asked.

   "I mean just retire, and move out here with me." I replied.

   "I can't retire yet.  I'm not ready." She said.

   "Why not?  You don't have to worry about money, baby."

   "John, no it's not money.  It's just there's so many things going at
work, I just can't leave right now." She said.

   "Babe, it was the same way with me.  There wasn't going to be a good
time, I just had to do it.  I want us to have time before we're too old." I
replied.

   "John, my aching pussy tells me that you've still got a lot of good in
you." She turned her head back to me and smiled.  "Can you give me time to
think about it?"

   "Yes, but I want you to come out here." I repeated my wishes.

   "I know you do, but what would we do about Kassie?  She's going to be
living here next year."

   "I'll get her place to stay.  I'll buy her a place, if I have to." I
said.

   "Whoa, hold on crazy man.  I know you've been thinking about this, and
believe me, this scheme of your sounds amazing, but we need to just slow
down." She cautioned.

   "Leave it to you to try and be reasonable." I laughed.

   "I'm just saying, let's think about this a little bit more.  Your new
roomie is not going to be very happy if you move her out though."

   "No?"

   "John, you don't know how excited she is to be staying with you."

   "Oh.  She is?" I replied.

   "Yeah, she is.  She talks about it constantly."

   "Well, that puts a damper on things." I sighed.

   "Hey, let's just see how things go.  Maybe she'll meet some good friends
and then she can decide to move out on her own."

   "Okay.  But if you're not out here next fall.  I'm coming to get you." I
squeezed her tightly for emphasis.

   "I understand." She replied.  "You're not going to believe how much
she's changed since Christmas."

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "She's not our little girl that preferred books to boys anymore." She
laughed.

   "Oh?"

   "She hasn't gone crazy, but you'd scarcely recognize her.  She's not
your little, rough and tumble midfielder anymore.  She's become a little
lady."

   "Wow.  What brought this on?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  It's been cute to watch.  She's coming into her own
though."

   "Haha, I bet." I smiled.

   "You know, I'm not going to see you for a few months." She stood up and
turned to face me.

   "That's true." I said, looking up at her.  Her breasts glistened with
water in the pale light from the hot tub.

   "Just how old and worn out are you?" She asked.

   "I'm sure I could be persuaded."

   "In that case, why don't you sit on the edge of the hot tub then."

   "It'd be my pleasure." I moved and sat on the edge.

   "I'm sure it will be." She smiled and lowered her face to my lap...

   --------------------------------------

   The first week of July, Kassie arrived.  I picked her up at the airport
in my newest toy, a bright red, Ferrari 458 Spider.  I had insisted that
she come out early so that we could hang out some before she got busy with
school work.

   When I saw her at the baggage claim, I could see Manda was right.  Gone
were her little black rimmed glasses, and her naturally wavy hair, usually
wadded up in a bun.  She had finally gotten contacts and her long black
hair was straightened.  I couldn't ever remember her wearing makeup.  She
was wearing a tank top, tight little shorts and her customary flip flops.
She was always the cutest little thing, but seemingly in the blink of an
eye, she was now a beautiful young woman.  We hugged for a long time while
we waited for her baggage.

   She had shipped most of her stuff, which had arrived the day before, so
she just had a couple of small bags and her backpack with her.  We walked
out of the terminal to the short-term parking lot.  I led her to where the
Ferrari was parked all by itself.

   "You did not buy this!!!" She squealed and looked at me in excitement.

   "I did." I smiled.

   "Oh my god!  Can I drive it?  Please?" She asked.

   "Haha, yes you can, but not in the city.  Wait until we get home."

   "Okay, I can live with that." She exclaimed.  "Does this mean the Viper
will be my car?"

   "We'll need to talk about that.  I was thinking maybe the Jeep or Land
Rover would be your car." I laughed.

   "You're no fun!" She smiled.

   I pulled back the flip top roof.  We left the airport and headed out of
the city.  She put on her sunglasses and enjoyed the ride as I drove the
car as fast as I could, without attracting law enforcement attention.  I
wondered why this sudden change in her had occurred?  Manda had mentioned
it, but wow!  I hadn't seen her since Christmas, and I missed her high
school graduation to accompany Eric for a really important client meeting.

   We talked about her summer so far and how her mom was doing.  Her mother
had recently begun to try dating, again.  Kassie was giving me her
opinions. Most of them were negative.  I was curious because Manda rarely
talked about who she was dating, for the obvious reasons.  I was the same
way, I just didn't feel it was appropriate after all she and I had shared.

   "I mean, some of them are all right, but there are some that just look
like losers." She said.

   "I can imagine so.  It's hard, honey, when you get older." I said.

   "I know.  It's just, Mom is pretty successful, but one of them didn't
even have a job, Uncle John." She rolled her eyes.

   "I hope she skipped him." I laughed.

   "No, she went out with him one time, because he really was handsome.  I
mean he looked like Daniel Craig from the Bond movies."

   "Must be nice to be a sexy bastard like that," I turned and smiled at
her.

   "You need to stop, you're sexy and you're a gazillionaire as well." She
grinned.

   "Well, thanks, but I'm not that rich." I joked.  She hadn't forgot how
to flirt with me.

   "You're rich enough to afford this beast." She ran her hands over the
dash.

   "I was going to get a McLaren MP4, but the dealer and I couldn't agree
on the price."

   "What the hell is that?" She asked.

   "Google it." I smiled.

   "You GenX'rs always make fun of us poor Millennials because we don't
have to look things up in an encyclopedia at the library." She laughed.

   "Hell, no.  I'm just jealous.  I wonder about what I could have
accomplished with a smart phone when I was your age."

   "I think you did pretty well on your own." She smiled, patting my arm as
I shifted gears.  She continued talking about her mom.  As she talked, I
kept glancing over at her.  I was still just amazed by the change in her
appearance.  Finally, when she paused, I made a comment about it.  It made
her smile.

   "Thanks," She said.  "I just thought that with going away to college, I
might try something different.  Everyone in high school just knew me as
nerdy Kassie, but now I can be whoever I want." She said.

   "There was nothing wrong with nerdy Kassie, you know.  Your mom was
always nerdy too, but she was the prettiest girl in school."

   "I know she was, I just thought I might try something different." She
grinned.

   "The new look certainly suits you.  You're gorgeous." I smiled.

   She blushed.  "Well, thank you.  That means a lot to me." Her smile
could have made me melt.  She always had the cutest little dimples. 
Despite all her other changes, those were still there.

   We talked the rest of the way home.  Later that night, we made dinner
and I gave her the short list of my house rules.  No boys in my house until
I met them.  No drinking and driving.  She could get a job if she wanted,
but she didn't have to.  I wanted her to focus on school, first and
foremost.  I then gave her a debit card and an American Express card.

   "You're spoiling me already.  Just like always, Uncle John." She
laughed.

   "No, I'm just making life a lot easier on you than it was for your mom
and I."

   "I know.  Mom told me about how hard you both worked to get through
school after Grandpa and Grandma passed away.  I really appreciate it." She
gave me a big hug.

   "I know you do.  You always have, sweetie." I smiled.

   The next few days we spent getting her school stuff settled and I also
took her shopping for some new clothes.

   "You can't buy all of this for me." She said.  We were at the mall.  My
arms were full of clothes, as were hers.

   "Yes, I can.  Just don't say anything to your mother." I replied.

   "She told me not to take advantage of your generosity." She laughed.

   "You're not taking advantage of anything.  I just thought the new Kassie
might want some nice things to wear.  Besides, I've spoiled your mom once
or twice, if my memory serves me."

   "Yeah, I know how you are with Mom." She replied.  She had a very
mischievous look on her pretty face.  I wondered what she'd meant by that
comment?  "Okay, I guess I'll let you." She smiled, with a sparkle in her
big brown eyes.

   We went to the cashier and $1,100 later, we walked out of the store.  As
we walked back to my Jeep through the mall, we passed the Victoria's Secret
store.  I noticed she glanced briefly inside.

   "You can go in there too, if you want." I said.

   "Are you sure?  You've spent so much on me already." She said.

   "Yeah.  Go ahead.  Use your cards."

   "You don't want to come with me?" She asked.

   "You don't think it might be a little odd if you take a 48-year-old man
to help you shop for underthings?  Not to mention, he's your uncle?" I
laughed.

   "It wouldn't bother me at all, actually." She grinned.

   I smiled at her curiously, wondering if this was some of sort of game.

   "Come on, they'll just think you're my sugar daddy." She reached out to
take my hand.

   "And just what do you know about sugar daddies, Kassie?" I asked,
raising my eyebrow.

   "You've been my sugar daddy my whole life." She replied with a smile.

   "That's not what that means exactly, honey.  You might want to Google
that, too." I laughed.

   "What?  Did I say the wrong thing?" She asked, confused.

   "Honey, it'll be okay." I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and
squeezed her against me.  "I'm so glad you're here."

   "So am I," she said as we walked in the store.

   We spent the next forty-five minutes looking at all manner of female
undergarments.  I was a little embarrassed as the girls in the store went
about helping her while I stood there.  There was no telling what they were
thinking.  I saw Kassie waving me over so I walked over to her.

   "What do you think of these?  Cute or a little slutty?" She asked.  She
was holding a tiny lace thong in each hand.  They looked like something her
mom would wear.  I knew from Kassie's previous summer visits she generally
wore cotton bikini panties, as we'd shared laundry duties.

   "I don't think they're slutty.  If you're confident and comfortable
wearing them, that's all that matters." I said.

   She got a big smile on her face.  "Okay, good." She turned to walk off.
I found myself smiling and shaking my head.  I had not prepared to lose my
innocent little niece quite this fast!

   Finally, she announced that she was finished.  The sales girls seemed to
be pleased by the generous pile of things Kassie had picked.  I hoped they
at least got a commission.  I walked towards the door as she paid.  She
joined me with three large bags.

   "I'm sorry, but they were having a big sale.  I didn't spend all that
much.  Well, not as much as the last store, anyway." She shrugged.

   "It'll be ok, Kassie.  I promise.  It's only money."

   "I knew you would say something like that, Uncle John." She smiled and
we walked to the parking lot.

   ---------------------------

   Amanda called every few nights after Kassie arrived.  One Thursday night
in the middle of July, we just chatting, when she asked how things were
going since Kassie's arrival.

   "Everything is fine, why would you expect differently?" I said.

   "You've seen her now." She laughed.

   "Yeah, I'm still adjusting to the new Kassie, but babe, she's fine
though.  I promise." I replied.  "She hasn't gone wild yet."

   "Good.  You're not spoiling her, are you?" She asked.  Her tone
indicated what she suspected.

   "No, I'm not." I replied, forgetting another shopping trip we had made
earlier that day.

   "You better not.  She doesn't need to get used to having a sugar daddy."
She laughed.

   "She didn't know what that really meant." I replied.

   "She didn't?  For a girl as smart as she is, she can be so naïve." She
laughed.

   "Yeah, she can.  She said I'd been her sugar daddy her whole life." I
said.

   "Bless the girl's innocence.  Do you think she'll still call you her
sugar daddy when she finds out what it means?" She laughed.

   "I hope not." I replied.

   "So, what have you been spoiling her with?"

   "Just clothes, and $400 worth of new underthings." I admitted.

   "You took her panty shopping, huh?" Manda asked, her curiosity obvious.

   "Yeah.  It was her idea.  I can only imagine what the sales girls
thought." I added.

   "That's hilarious.  You've never taken me panty shopping." She said.

   "I've bought you lots of things like that." I replied.

   "Yeah, but mail order and online though."

   "Okay, I'll take you panty shopping when you're out in September."

   "You don't have to.  That's really cute that you went with her." She
said.

   "I felt a little bit awkward, but I survived."

   "You didn't need to feel awkward.  She really looks up to you.  I bet it
made her happy." She said.

   "Yeah, I suppose so."

   "Did she get some pretty things?" She asked.

   "I didn't take a full inventory, but I think you'd approve of what I
saw."

   "Good.  I used your credit card to buy some things for myself the other
day." She said.

   "Oh, really?  Like what?" I asked.

   "You'll just have to wait and see." She laughed mischievously.  "So,
she's not cramping your lifestyle, then?"

   "No, she's not.  It's been great having her here." I said.  "I just wish
you'd came with her."

   "John, I know.  Soon though, okay?" She replied.

   "Okay."

   "Have you been thinking about me?" She asked, in a voice that made my
cock twitch half a continent away.

   "You know I have."

   "Do tell?" She asked.

   "You know what I'm always thinking about with you." I replied.

   "I know, but I love hearing you say it." She said lustily.

   "You just wait." I promised.

   "Oh, I'm going to be waiting all right." She replied.  "I'm dying to
have that big cock of yours inside me again.  Nobody's ever fucked me like
my big brother."

   "You're going to need to stop talking like that, or I'm going to have to
relieve myself."

   "No, you will not!  You'll save it for me!  I'll be out soon, remember?"

   "That's a long time to wait, even for an old man like me."

   "Old man?  I was sore for a week after I saw you June."

   "Just the way I like you.  Sore and satisfied."

   "Mmmm, just the way I like to be too.  It's a good thing Kassie doesn't
know what an animal she's living with."

   "That's very true." I agreed.

   "That would really ruin her image of you.  She thinks you're some sort
of saint."

   "I doubt that.  I have too many character flaws to be a saint." I joked.

   "She's always had the cutest little crush on you." She added.

   "I know.  That poor girl.  She'd be sadly disappointed." I laughed.

   "I doubt that she would.  You're a great guy.  You're the one that
decided that you were going to be a rake the rest of your life."

   "That's an interesting word, rake.  I don't think you've ever called me
that." We both laughed.

   "It's fairly fitting I think."

   "Far from it." I laughed.

   "No, it's spot on I think.  I know the dirty, perverted things you've
done to me over the years." She purred.

   "You talk like I led you astray, you were the one that started it all."
I reminded her.

   "You took the lead, after I broke the ice, if memory serves." She
replied.

   "Yes, I did." I agreed.

   "Uh huh.  I was still pretty young and innocent."

   "I think we're remembering two different little sisters."

   "I was!  I'd only been with one other guy!!" She said.

   "Uh huh." I said.

   "Whatever."

   "It's been great though babe." I admitted.

   "Yes, it has.  So, great.  The things that we've shared.  The closeness.
I just wish...." She paused.

   "Wished what?" I asked.

   "Oh, it's nothing." She said, trying to play it off.

   "Don't play that game with me." I insisted.

   "It's just that I wish Kassie knew what it's like."

   "I know honey, but she never had a brother she could share that with." I
replied.

   "That's not what I was saying John." She said quietly.

   My mind was churning.  I thought I knew what she meant, but I had to
hear her admit it.  "What then?"

   "You know exactly what I'm saying.  I'm not going to spell it out for
you." She said.

   Her statement hung in the air like a low fog.  I sat there on the phone
quietly, thinking about what she'd said.

   "John?" She asked finally.

   "Yeah, I'm just trying to process what you said." I replied.

   "What do you think?" She asked.

   "Babe, I think we might need to leave that topic alone for tonight."

   "Okay.  I better let you go anyway, babe.  I've got an early
presentation in the morning."

   "Okay.  Good luck.  Love you babe."

   "I love you too, John.  Always."

   I hung up my phone and thought about what Manda had said.  I tried to
push it out of my head, but I couldn't.  I was sitting on my back patio
watching the sun sink into the vast void of the Pacific.  I poured another
glass of wine and swirled it in my glass before taking a sip.  I don't know
why Manda's suggestion surprised me after all we'd shared over the years. I
guess I just thought that was between the two of us.  We'd always kept our
relationship a secret, and constantly maintained appearances around Kassie.
In my mind, I always dreamed there would be a time that we could be honest
with Kassie and just tell her.  I hoped that she would be accepting and
then I could finally have a "normal" relationship with Manda.  Having her
retire and move to California was the first step I hoped.

   I found Manda's suggestion had rocked me to the core.  I couldn't see
Kassie that way, even with her recent changes.  I still saw her as my
little niece that I'd taught to play soccer.  There had been changes in our
relationship in the two weeks she'd been there, I admitted.  She had always
been affectionate with me, but it had become much more.  There were more
hugs, more touching me, goodnight kisses on the cheek every night.  At
first, I thought it was cute, since she had always had a little crush on
me, but now I wondered.  And then tonight's conversation.  Had she said
something to her mother?

   Her style of dress around the house had also changed dramatically from
previous visits.  She'd typically worn warm ups or baggy soccer shorts. 
Those were replaced by tight yoga pants, gym shorts and sports tops. 
Ironically, I had bought practically all of them for her since she'd
arrived.  I was no saint, since I often looked at her as she moved around
the house.  I reminded myself repeatedly that she was my niece, despite how
attractive she was, but how was she different than my own sister?

   I poured the remaining wine in the bottle in my glass.  It was fully
dark and the stars were making their twinkling appearance.  I turned when I
heard the glass back door of the house slide open.  I saw Kassie's sleek
form, silhouetted by the house lights, as she walked towards me.  She
walked over to me and sat on my lap.  She took my wine glass and had a
small sip.  Her lips wrinkled as she sat the glass back down.

   "I still think I like whites better." She said.  I had been enjoying a
big, bold Cab.

   "You'll get your big girl taste buds soon I bet." I offered.

   "'Big girl taste buds', huh?" She smiled and put her arms around my
neck. Despite all the thoughts that had just been running through my head,
I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her waist.  Her mid riff was bare
between her top and her shiny black yoga pants.

   "Yeah, it takes time." I said.

   "I'm sure you'll teach me about it.  Along with all the other good
things in life." She smiled innocently, but I could see something in her
eyes that told me she'd meant something by that.  I simply nodded and
smiled, not knowing how to respond.

   "I just came out to tell you goodnight.  I'm going to take a long bath
and go to bed."

   "Okay, goodnight, sweet pea." I said.

   She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.  When she pulled back, she had
a sweet smile on her face.

   "Night, Uncle John." She said as she left my lap.  She walked to the
house with my eyes trailing after her.  She stopped at the door and she saw
I was watching at her.  In the bright light from the house, I could clearly
see her smile from across the patio.  She slid open the door and walked in.

   I reached for my wine glass and drained it in a single slug.  How was I
going to handle this?

   to be continued....
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