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 Title: Retirement and College Ch.  02


Summary: Kassie's affection gets to be too much for her uncle.


Keywords: inc,fic



   The following weekend, Kassie and I went hiking both days.  Nighttime
found us watching Netflix and relaxing.  We'd have a glass of wine and she
would snuggle up next to me, like she had her whole life.  I'd wrap my arm
around her as we watched her favorite shows.  I enjoyed sharing that time
with her, just cuddling and talking, but I wondered if I should be.  I knew
I shouldn't give her a reason to become more assertive in her actions.

   I realized I was becoming more affectionate with her as well.  Nothing
too significant, just the little touches that are shared between two people
that are close and comfortable with one another.  A light pat or rub on her
lower back.  Patting her firm thigh when we were driving.  She always
smiled and it made me do it more often, even if I probably shouldn't.

   The rest of July passed quickly, as we did something together
practically every day.  She was having a great time and I enjoyed being
with her.  We took long drives in my two fun cars.  She really loved
driving the Ferrari, and joked that she would gladly accept one as a
graduation present in a few years.  The Viper was a different story, as its
power scared even me at times.  I'd bought it and tuned it up, often taking
it up the coast to Laguna Seca to see what it what it could do.  To a girl
that drove a Honda Civic, it was terrifying.  After she almost put us in a
ravine her first time behind the wheel, she decided she'd be a passenger in
the Viper.

   One Thursday, we decided to go to Knott's Berry Farm to ride
rollercoasters.  We hadn't been in a couple of summers, and there were a
few new ones we were looking to try.  As we walked around the park, she'd
insisted on holding my hand, like she'd done when she was younger.  I felt
a little self-conscious when I saw women my age stare at me in disgust.  I
noticed there was a very different look on the faces of men my age.

   When we got in the Jeep to drive home, Kassie mentioned it.

   "They probably thought I was your sugar daddy," I laughed.

   She rolled her eyes, "I finally looked that up."

   "You see what I mean, now," I asked.

   "Yeah, I just thought it was something sweet," she grinned.

   "No, not quite," I replied, laughing as we got on the freeway.

   "I can't imagine doing that," she said.

   "Not every girl has a rich uncle that spoils them constantly, though," I
laughed.

   "No, I'm lucky there," Kassie smiled.  She reached over and rubbed my
hand that rested on the gear shift.  We drove in silence for a little while
before she spoke again.

   "There are benefits for both sides, I guess," she said with a devious
smile.

   "Ha, you think so, do you," I asked, wondering where this conversation
was heading.

   "Yeah, I mean the guys have pretty, younger girlfriends and the girls
get a man with experience," she replied.

   "Geez, Kassie, you seem to have thought this out," I laughed.

   "It's true," she persisted, enthusiastically.

   "Yeah, I suppose so, it's practically the perfect arrangement."

   "Well, not for me anyway," she laughed.

   "I'd hope not," I agreed.

   "A handsome man with experience would be nice though."

   "You're crazy." I smiled to hide my discomfort.

   "No, I'm not.  It's just that guys my age are horrible.  They just want
to get high, play video games and expect you to send them nudes constantly.
They're not respectful at all," she complained.

   "So, they're being teenage boys, you mean?"

   "Yeah," she replied.

   "I wish I could tell you that college will be immediately different, but
I don't want to lie to you, sweetie.  Boys are dumbasses until at least 21
or 22, usually."

   "Ugh.  That's what I'm afraid of.  You weren't like that in college,
though.  Mom said you were a great guy."

   "I didn't have time to be a jerk, honey.  I stayed busy trying to get
your mother and I through school," I said.

   "I know," she said sadly.

   "You'll just have to be patient, honey."

   "I know, but I'm getting tired of being patient," she replied.

   The first week of August, Kassie told me she had found a job at the
school library.  I was happy to hear that, as she'd worked in a library
since she was 16.  I figured that would be a good transition to college
life for her.  She started working almost immediately, leaving me home
alone a lot during the day and early evening.  I took the time to work on
my Jeep and Land Rover, as well as doing some things around the house.

   Our flirtation continued unabated.  I didn't mention it to Manda because
I didn't want to give her any more ideas.  I found the uneasiness I felt
began to fade.  She would walk up and rub my back or arm.  She would hug me
spontaneously.  I would touch her lower back or her shoulders, particularly
if she was wearing one of her sports tops.  I loved feeling her bare skin.
It reminded me of 1984 all over again with her mother.  Many times, I saw a
look in her eye that made me think she was holding back, that she was
thinking of more than what we were sharing.  We were treading on thin ice,
I often reminded myself, but it didn't stop me from what I was doing.

   She said several things over the next week or so, that taken out of
context, would have seemed harmless.  Given the way she was acting though,
they could only be interpreted one way.  They were overtly sexual in
nature, but she played it off as something innocent.  I just smiled and
laughed.  I felt I should stop encouraging her, but after one of those
moments of clarity, I eventually returned to my previous course.  She also
made a few off-hand comments about how close her mother and I were. 
Nothing specific, but enough to make my antenna twitch.

   She made sure I had opportunities to see her in less and less clothing.
One morning for instance, I was in the kitchen making some oatmeal for
breakfast.  She walked in wearing just a tank top and a tiny black thong. I
was just wearing my sleep shorts, so I guess I wasn't in any position to be
overtly critical.

   She acted surprised, "Oh, Uncle John, I didn't realize you were up
already," she smiled innocently.

   "Yeah, just making some breakfast, you want some," I asked.  I returned
her smile, even though we both knew she hadn't beat me out of bed since
she'd arrived.

   "Sure." She replied.  I watched as she reached into the cabinet to get
juice glasses for us.  She made an overly dramatic effort, and it had the
desired effect.  I couldn't help but watch.  I admired her lean frame, all
stretched out, her breasts unhindered beneath her tank top.  I longed to
walk over and caress her.  When she turned back to me, she saw that I'd
been watching her.  She gave me an innocent little smile, but I saw
something very different in her eyes.  She poured the juice, then walked
over behind me and gave me a hug.  I felt her soft breasts and face against
my back.  I realized the oatmeal wasn't the only think stirring, so was my
cock.  She let go of me and moved beside me, her arm still around my bare
lower back.  I turned to look at her and saw her little nipples were rock
hard.  Resistance to her was becoming harder by the moment.

   "So, what are we going to do today," she asked.

   "I don't know, what do you want to do?"

   "Something fun," she said, running her hand over my lower back.  Her
hand felt amazing as she moved it in a slow circle.

   "That really narrows it down," I replied, smiling.  The hug and her
continued touch, combined with what she was wearing had the predictable
effect on me.  I watched her look down at the front of my shorts.  My cock
was rapidly on the rise.  I watched her as she looked at it.  She seemed
almost mesmerized.  Finally, she looked back up at me.

   "I..uh, we'll think of something, I'm sure," she said, her voice shaky.
I was glad I wasn't the only one nervous about what was going on.  She
wrapped her arms around me again, and squeezed me tightly.

   "I just love hugging you, Uncle John."

   "You do, huh?  You've been doing it a lot," I smiled.

   "Does it make you uncomfortable," she asked.

   "No, not at all.  Who wouldn't want a pretty girl hugging them," I said.

   "Okay, good," she replied.  Her right hand slid back across my abdomen
and stopped.  I was suddenly nervous, especially when I felt her hand begin
to move down towards the waist of my shorts.

   "Hey, you better grab us some bowls, it's beginning to stick." I said
quickly.  She reluctantly complied, but as she turned, her hand grazed down
across my mostly hard cock and thigh, no doubt intentionally.

   "Your bowls, sir," she said when she returned.  Her arm went around my
back once again, as I started ladling the oats into the bowls.  I watched
out of the corner of my eye, that she kept glancing down at my tented
shorts.  Knowing she was looking, my cock to further harden despite my best
wishes.  I needed to eat breakfast and take a cold shower, or it was going
to be a difficult day, I thought.

   We walked in to the dining to room to eat.  Naturally, she walked in
front of me and I thought that there was an extra little wiggle to her
walk. I couldn't believe how firm her little ass was.  It hardly jiggled,
and it took all my willpower not to grab it.  As we ate, we chatted about
plans for the day.  We decided we'd go to the beach.  I was thankful
because I was looking for any excuse to get us out of the house at that
moment.

   I slid back from the table and was sipping my juice, as I looked out the
window at the ocean.  The morning sun reflected off the blue surface, and I
never got enough of looking at it.  I heard her chair move and she sat on
my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.  My cock had went back down, but
quickly revived when her mostly bare ass hit my lap.

   "It's so pretty," she said, enjoying the view.

   "Yes, it is," I agreed.  The view of the ocean was nothing compared to
the view of the half-clothed Kassie in my lap, though.  I was fighting my
desire as she continued sitting there.  I felt her move around and it
allowed my hard cock to press against her thigh.  She didn't seem to
notice, which was probably a good thing.  I had my left hand on her thigh
near her knee, while my right was on her waist.  I lightly stroked her
thigh as we continued chatting.  She turned back from watching the ocean
and looked at me intently.  I expected her to say something, but she just
leaned her head on my shoulder.  I felt her warm breath on my neck.  I
wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly against me.  My feelings
for her were getting out of control, and I wondered what she was feeling.
We sat there silently for a long while, before I felt her move and take my
right hand in hers.  She lightly pushed it downwards towards her hip.  When
my hand reached bare skin, she stopped.

   I lightly traced my fingers along the waistband of her thong, before
continuing to rub her hip.  I was waiting for a reaction, but there was
none.  It just seemed like the most natural thing in the world.  I resumed
running my hand over her hip, upper thigh and eventually her firm little
ass.  I couldn't resist and I had to give it a little squeeze, which caused
her to giggle softly.

   "You think we should go to the beach before the crowds show up," I
asked.

   "I'm enjoying the view here," she said, turning to look at me.

   "Yes, me too."

   "You do, huh," she asked, with a devilish grin.  I knew the view she was
hoping I was enjoying.

   "Of course, I do," I said.

   She smiled.  "I'm glad." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. 
"Okay, I'll go get ready."

   She got up and walked to her room.  My eyes never left her, which was
precisely what she wanted.

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

   That night, we were watching TV, and I realized it was getting late. 
I'd enjoyed a second glass of wine after dinner and my eyes were getting
heavy as we sat on the couch.  She lamented that she was working the next
day and agreed we should go to bed.

   She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. 
"Uncle John, I can't say enough how much I appreciate you letting me stay
here."

   "Don't mention it.  I'm really glad you're here, sweetie," I replied as
I hugged her.

   "So am I," she said with a big smile.

   She just held on to me, and rested her head against my shoulder.  We sat
there for a long time, I was stroking her back through her t-shirt.

   Finally, I said, "We should probably go to bed, huh?"

   She looked back up at me and nodded, with a pouting face.

   "Sorry, I just always like when you hold me or hug me.  I feel safe,"
she said.

   "I know you do, honey," I said.

   "Ok, I'll let you go, but could you do one thing for me, before you go
to bed?" She smiled.

   "Sure, what's that?"

   "Tuck me into bed," she smiled.

   "You're a little old for that, don't you think," I asked.

   "I'll never ask again.  Promise," she grinned.

   "Ok, one last time."

   "Let me get ready for bed, then," she said.  Knowing I had a few
minutes, I turned off the tv and grabbed my empty wine glass.  My mind
churned over everything that was going on.

   "Ok, I'm ready," she called.  I walked down the hall and saw her sitting
on the bed.  My mouth fell open when I saw her.  She was wearing a
beautiful, lacy black negligee.  It fit her like it had been made for her.
The breast cups left very little to the imagination.

   "Kassie...."

   "You like it," she asked.

   "Yes, it's gorgeous.  It looks wonderful on you."

   "Thanks.  I never imagined I'd own something like this.  It just didn't
feel like me, but it does now.  Come and tuck me in." She patted the bed
next to her, and I walked over to her bed.

   She started talking about our trip to the beach, and was thinking about
a new swimsuit.  I was trying to pay attention to her, but I couldn't keep
my eyes from wondering over her body.  It was making my mouth water,
sitting there looking at her.  I wanted to touch and caress her luscious
19-year old body.  I was certain she was eager for my touch, but I
resisted.

   "Are you okay," she asked.  I knew she had caught my eyes roaming her
body.

   "Yeah, sorry.  I'm just really sleepy." I lied.  Really horny for you,
my beautiful Kassie, was more the truth.

   "Okay, we can talk tomorrow.  You should go to bed." She scooted over
and wrapped her arms around me.  I could feel the softness of her breasts,
pressed against me.  Just the thin negligee and my t-shirt separating our
flesh.  I hugged her back and I realized her negligee was backless. 
Without thinking, I moved my right hand up and down her bare back.

   "Thanks.  That feels nice.  I feel so safe in your arms," she cooed.

   "Good." My hand reached the small of her back.  She snuggled closer to
me, and I could feel her warm breath against my neck.  My hand was almost
to her ass.  Finally, I felt the satiny fabric at the bottom of the
negligee.  I ran my hand along the boundary, and I felt her shiver
slightly. My index finger slid inside and I briefly felt the top of her
ass. She wasn't wearing any panties.  I soon had my hand up to my wrist
inside her negligee, lightly caressing the soft skin of her ass.  She
seemed totally at ease, and held me close to her.

   "Why did you never remarry, Uncle John." She was resting her head
against my chest as she spoke.

   "I never felt like I met the right one.  Plus, I was so busy with work,
it really wouldn't have been fair."

   "But don't you ever get lonely?"

   "Sometimes," I replied.

   "You've spent so much of your life taking care of Mom and me."

   "Yeah, I have, but circumstances required it honey.  Besides, you two
are all that matter to me."

   "I know," she replied.  "Mom, says you've dated several women."

   "Yeah, a few." I replied.

   "Never the right one, I guess," she continued.

   "No, there was never the right one," I said.

   "Did you not want kids," she asked.

   "I did when I was younger, but the way things worked out, I still helped
raise a beautiful young woman."

   "You think I'm beautiful, now?"

   "You've always been beautiful, Kassie."

   "Thank you.  That really makes me feel special."

   "You are special.  Don't ever forget it," I added.  She looked at me and
her smile was magical.  The look in her eyes made me want to kiss her, but
I managed to stop myself.

   "You've always been really close to Mom." She said.

   "Yeah, I have.  Until you came along, she was all I had."

   "I know, Uncle John, but you two were really close." She said.  Her
emphasis worried me.

   "Yes, we were.  Given our circumstances," I said, trying to steer her
away from that topic.  I began to suspect she knew something.

   "Yeah.  I understand.  That had to be hard.  Things are so much
different for me starting college than it was for Mom."

   "Yeah, it is honey.  A lot different." I agreed.

   "I have the same roommate though.  I'm sure I'll be just fine." She
said. She raised her head back up from my shoulder and smiled.  I saw the
look in her eyes.  There was a little twinkle, and it made me uneasy.  What
was all this talk about her mother and I about?

   "Honey, I really should go to bed." I said.

   "I know.  You should, Uncle John." She looked at me and smiled.  Her
face moved towards mine, and I started to turn my head, expecting her to
kiss my cheek.  Her left hand touched the side of my face and I froze.  She
kissed me gently on the lips.  I just looked at her in surprise.  She
simply smiled.

   "I better let you sleep." She said, finally letting go of me.  "Good
night, Uncle John."

   "Night, sweet pea." She laid back and I reached for the covers as I
stood up.  Her negligee was so short.  I looked longingly at her smooth
thighs, thinking about the treasure that was between them.  I could feel my
cock stirring.  Finally, I had to pull up her bed covers.  As I looked up,
I saw her watching me.  She had a very dreamy smile on her face.  I
practically ran from her room with the thoughts I was having.

   I laid in bed tossing and turning after that.  I couldn't get my mind
off what had happened that day.  It was clear she was letting me know that
she was willing to go as far as I wanted to take her.  Then there had been
that tender kiss on the lips.  Was I prepared to go further with her? 
Should I even be thinking about it?  I finally dozed off about three.  My
built-in alarm clock had me up at six.  I replayed everything in my head
again, as I brushed my teeth and dressed.  I went to the kitchen and brewed
a cup before walking out on to the patio.  The sun was just beginning to
break over the horizon.  I sat down at the table and immediately dialed
Manda's number.

   "You're up early, baby," she answered.

   "I had a rough night," I replied.

   "What happened," she asked.

   I explained everything that had been going on, including the previous
night.  Manda listened quietly.  When I was finished, she replied.

   "So, how do you feel about it all," she asked.  I heard her office door
close.

   "I don't know, I'm confused."

   "About what?"

   "Kassie and I fooling around like we've been doing.  I shouldn't be,
even though I obviously can't stop myself."

   "Why shouldn't you with her," Manda asked.

   "I'm her uncle, baby."

   "Need I remind you of who I am," she asked, sternly.

   "No, you don't need to do that," I answered.

   "So, why is it that much different with her?"

   "It doesn't feel right to think of her that way, let alone act on it
like I've been.  It hadn't bothered me that much until last night."

   "John, it's not any different than me.  I'm your sister for Christ's
sake."

   "Babe, I helped raise her.  It's like she's my daughter, too.  I feel
like it would be violating the bond she and I share."

   "Maybe that bond would get that much stronger, John," she replied,
calmly.

   "Wait a minute, so you're honestly, totally okay with it," I asked.

   "Yes, I am," she replied.

   "Why though," I asked her.

   "John, you and I have something really special between us.  You don't
think it would be just as special with Kassie?"

   "Amanda--," I said, before she cut me off.

   "Admit it, John.  It would be." She insisted.

   "I don't know.  Despite what's been going on, I still feel guilty. 
She's 19, baby.  This isn't like you and me.  We were both kids."

   "You shouldn't feel guilty.  Babe, she looks up to you and she loves
you. She's not a little girl anymore, John.  She's a young woman and she
knows that she wants that."

   "Well, yeah, but..." I tried to argue.

   "Okay, so she's young, so she's shy and she's not direct like I was. 
She's still trying to tell you babe."

   "Maybe."

   "John, you want it too" she said.

   "Yes.  I do," I admitted.

   "Then do it John, she wants you to teach her."

   "Do you think she's a virgin," I asked.

   "Yes.  I'm pretty sure.  She's very open with me.  Except for this, I
guess."

   "That makes me even more hesitant, baby."

   "John, be honest with me, you wish that you'd been my first, don't you?"

   "Yes.  I do," I admitted.  "I always have."

   "I wish you had been too, babe.  I always looked up to you, loved you
and wanted that with you long before we took the plunge.  I wanted to learn
it with you.  After we lost Mom and Dad, I knew that I couldn't wait any
more and had to take the chance."

   "I know.  This just seems different, though.  With you, we just had so
much emotion when we started and that helped fuel it," I rambled.

   "That emotion is long gone, but it's still every bit as special now. 
Our connection is even stronger," she said.

   "I know that."

   "You can have that connection with Kassie, too.  Don't you think you
have the same love for her, as you did for me then?  John, she really looks
up to you and loves you.  You'll always be her first love, just like me."

   "I really needed you to be a voice of reason, babe," I replied.

   "I can't on this.  I'm sorry."

   "Okay.  There's something else that's bothering me.  Two things
actually."

   "What, baby?"

   "I think our secret may not be so secret."

   "Why do you say that," she asked.

   "Just things she's said," I replied.  I gave her examples.

   "If she knew, would it be a bad thing?  If she does know, she obviously
isn't freaked out about it."

   "No, I guess not."

   "It's interesting she's said those things though," Manda said.

   "Yeah, I think she's trying to remind me that she wouldn't be any
different than you."

   "It won't be John, and it'll be just as special.  What else is bothering
you?"

   "If something happens, will it change things between us?"

   "You really have to ask me that," she replied.

   "Yes.  I do."

   "The answer is no.  Nothing is ever going to change things between us,
babe.  Not that, not anything.  I love you with all of my heart and I
always will."

   "Are you sure," I persisted.

   "Yes, John.  I'm sure, okay?"

   "Okay, baby."

   "I love you, John.  Have a good day."

   "I love you too, Manda.  You too."

   I sat on the patio sipping my coffee as the sun continued to rise.  I
thought about what Manda had said.  It was obvious what Kassie wanted.  I
knew what I wanted.  It bothered me that she was so much younger than me,
but she was a woman now.  A smart, beautiful woman that I did love deeply
and would do anything I could for.  Just like her mother.  Manda's firm
agreement to all of this troubled me the most.  My whole adult life she had
been what I wanted.  What she and I shared in college had kept me from
being happy until we were reunited.  I hoped to get her to California with
me and we could finally just be together.  Now, there was Kassie.  I was
worried about what changes there would be in my relationships with both of
them, if things went further.  I was most worried about the changes in
their relationship.  I dialed Manda again.

   "John, I know why you're calling, again," she said when she answered.

   "Baby, I'm just worried."

   "I know you are.  But that doesn't change what I said earlier," she
said.

   "Babe, how do you feel?  You haven't really told me that."

   "John, I feel a lot of things."

   "That's what I was afraid of." I said.  "I just don't want to mess up my
relationship with either of you or the relationship between the two of
you."

   "John, as usual, your brilliant mind is working far too hard--"

   "Manda--"

   "Let me finish.  I think the three of us need to have a long talk in
September when I'm there, but everything will be fine.  I promise.  You're
not going to mess anything up, short of doing something stupid and I don't
have to worry about that happening.  And before you ask again, yes, I'm
sure about all of this."

   "Okay, babe."

   "John, just let things take their course.  It's going to be fine.  I
gotta go.  I love you more than anything."

   "I love you too baby.  Thanks."

   "Don't mention it."

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

   Later that morning, Kassie went shopping and I was just milling around
the house, doing some laundry and cleaning.  After lunch, I decided I'd get
in the pool.  I grabbed a couple beers and put on my swimsuit.  I was still
in the pool relaxing, when Kassie got home.  She decided to join me and
went back inside to change.  When she returned, she'd grabbed a beer for
herself, and was wearing a black cover up.  I'd never seen her wear it, as
she generally just came out in her one piece.  I watched intently as she
pulled it over her head, revealing a shiny black bikini.  I'd never seen
her in one before.  I stared, mesmerized by her body.  She looked amazing,
just so fit and trim.  She reminded me so much of mother at that age.  I
looked up from my lusty glaring and our eyes met.

   "What?" She asked.  A sly smile on her pretty face.

   "That's a beautiful swimsuit," I said.

   "Thanks.  I just got it!  It was on sale, I paid with my own money
even," she laughed.

   "That's great.  You were really putting me in the poor house." I
laughed.

   "Whatever!  You like it?" She said, twirling around so that I got the
full view.

   "Yes, you look amazing."

   "You really think so," she asked.  Her smile made my heart race.

   "Yeah, I do."

   She smiled at me before she walked to the diving board, stopping to sit
her beer next to mine.  She dove in and swam underwater to where I was
wading.  She surfaced and pulled back her long dark hair.  She waded over
to me and we hugged.  I delighted in the feel of her bare skin against
mine. I ran my hands over her bare back as we hugged.  She snuggled closer
to me as I did.  Our proximity caused a stirring in my swim trunks.

   "Thank you, Uncle John.  No one ever compliments me like you do," she
said.

   "No one," I asked.

   "No, other than Mom.  Guys my age aren't like you.  It makes me feel so
good, and it means a lot coming from you.  I've always looked up to you."
She squeezed me tighter.

   "It's no problem, sweet pea.  I'm only telling you the truth." I said.
She felt so good in my arms.  I could feel myself starting to really get an
erection, just from holding her.  Finally, she let me go and we gradually
started to horseplay.  We sipped on our beers, as we splashed one another
with water.  The splashing gradually turned into wrestling.  I decided to
try to dunk her.  That was much easier said than done, though.  She was
deceptively strong, and also determined to not let me get the better of
her. I had my arms wrapped around her waist from behind and was trying to
pull her under, but she wouldn't budge.

   "You're like Supergirl now.  I can't get you under!  I must be getting
old," I gasped.

   "You're not old, I've just been working out a lot!" She giggled.

   "I can tell." My hands moved over her taut abs and obliques as we
wrestled.  She was so lean and fit, like her mother was at that age.  Both
of their bodies had benefitted from years of sports.

   As we continued to struggle, I felt her firm little ass rub against my
crotch.  My mind passed it off as happenstance, but my cock wasn't
listening.  It began to stiffen once more, and naturally, her ass brushed
against it again.  Soon, I was at full erection and still wrestling with
her.  I wondered how long before she noticed.

   It didn't take long, as she pressed her hips back towards mine while
trying to break the hold I had on her.  The movement pushed her firm little
ass against my rigid cock.  My cock slipped along the shiny fabric of her
bikini and down in between her thighs.  Just her bikini bottom and my swim
trunks separated us.  She stopped fighting back and I felt her body go
rigid.  Her hands were on my arms, that were still around her waist.  She
grabbed my wrists firmly with her hands, holding them in place.  She moved
her hips slowly, grinding her ass on my hard cock.  Nothing was said.  We
were both just caught up in the moment.  All of our teasing and flirting
had come to this.  She leaned back against my chest, her head resting
against my shoulder.  It was just my imagination, but it was almost as if I
could feel her rapid heartbeat in my own chest.  I held her tightly as she
continued moving her hips.

   We stayed like that, with her just rubbing against me.  She released my
wrists and I started rubbing my hands over her abdomen.  I felt her put her
hand on top of mine, and she started pushing my hand down lower.  Soon my
fingertips brushed along the top of her bikini bottom.  She wrapped her
fingers in mine and began pushing my hand inside her bottom.  My fingertips
slipped inside and I caressed the top of her womanhood, waxed bare.  Her
hand was insistent and she tried pushing my hand down further.

   Things were getting out of hand.  I thought briefly I should stop, but I
knew that's not what either of us wanted.  I just hoped we weren't doing
something we'd regret.  She moved our intertwined fingers further down and
I felt the lips of her tender sex.  I heard her let her breath out slowly.
We'd finally crossed the line, as my fingers gently caressed her soft pussy
lips.  My left hand moved up her abdomen to her breasts.  Her nipples were
as hard as diamonds, as I took each breast in my hand in turn.  Her breath
was slow and measured as I continued to touch her.  Her hips moved her ass
slowly along my cock, driving me wild.  I pulled her long, wet hair to one
side and began lightly kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of her
neck.  Much like her mother, she responded to that quickly.

   "Mmmmm," she moaned, as my hands continued their exploration of her
beautiful body.  I felt her reach back and grab my hip as she continued to
hump against me, holding me closer to her.  Her womanhood felt so wonderful
in my hand.  So smooth and perfect.  My fingers discovered her most
sensitive spot and I traced around it, causing her to squirm against me.  I
thought of all the other things I was going to show her in time.

   "Oh, Uncle John," she cooed.  "It feels so good."

   "Good, baby doll.  Just relax and enjoy it," I whispered in her ear.

   "Mmmm, no one has ever touched me like this," she purred.  I responded
by kissing her neck again.  I had her breasts out of her her bikini top,
and my left hand was alternating between her breasts, teasing her hard
nipples.  My right index finger strummed a steady beat around her hard,
little clit.

   "Oh, Oh.  Uncle John," she panted.  Her arm looped back around my head
and held me against her smooth neck.  I continued kissing and lightly
sucking.  I knew she was close and I began to slowly increase the pressure
and tempo around her clit.  She thrashed against me and pushed her head
back against my chest.  Her orgasm suddenly washed over like a tidal wave.
She went limp and I held her close to me, to keep her from slipping in the
water.  I continued kissing her neck as she regained her composure.  I felt
her start to move and she slipped away from me.  I watched in horror as she
walked as fast as she could through the water to the steps.  She grabbed
her things and dashed into the house without ever looking back.

   "Fuck," I muttered to myself.  I should have just left things alone and
not given into my desires.  Had I been that wrong about the way she was
acting towards me?  She had initiated me touching her intimately, I
thought. Or was it something else?  Did she feel guilty?  I walked to the
side of the pool and grabbed my unopened beer.  I drained half of it in a
single pull.  I needed to talk to Kassie, and I needed to talk Manda too.

   I went inside to take a shower.  After I finished, I made my way to the
kitchen to start dinner.  As I passed it, I glanced down the hall to her
bedroom door.  Of course, it was closed.  I entered the kitchen and started
slicing onions and garlic for marinara sauce, as we'd planned that morning.
I'd just finished, when she walked in the kitchen.  She didn't look up at
me.  She was wearing one of her sports tops and my favorite little black
shorts.  They looked like they had been painted on her.  I chided myself
for thinking about that at that moment.

   "You should have asked me to help you," she said.  She finally looked up
at me and I couldn't ever remember seeing her looking so sad.

   "It's ok, honey.  I had it under control."

   "I know you do, I just thought I should stop you from putting too much
garlic in the marinara." She had meant it as a joke, but neither of us were
in a laughing mood at that moment.  "Sorry."

   "Honey, it's ok.  Look, dinner can wait, let's sit down and talk for a
minute.  I think we need to." I said.  The look on her face went from
sadness to visible uneasiness.

   "Are you sure," she asked.

   "Yes, I am.  Come over here," I said, taking her hand.  I led her into
the dining room and we sat down.  She never let go of my hand.

   "Sweetie.  I want to apologize for what happened in the pool, earlier. I
hope that you'll forgive me," I said.  She just looked at me blankly and
then looked down at the table.

   She sat quietly for what seemed an unbearably long time.  I feared that
she felt guilty and that things would never be the same between us again.
She looked up at me a couple of times before she looked back down at the
table.  The second time I could see tears in her eyes.

   I reached over and took her hand in both of mine.  I waited as patiently
as I could to hear her speak.

   "Uncle John, you don't owe me an apology.  I owe you one.  You did
exactly what I wanted you to do and it was beautiful, but then I freaked
out and ruined it," she said.  Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

   "Honey, come here," I said.  I reached out for her.  She hesitated
briefly before she stood up and sat on my lap.  I squeezed her tightly
against me.  "What caused you to freak out?"

   "I don't really know where to begin," she said.

   "Just start slow.  We have all the time in the world, okay," I said. 
She nodded and wiped her eyes.

   Slowly, haltingly she started talking.  "It's just that I've always had
this crush on you.  I've thought about you.  I've thought about an
afternoon like today.  And then it happened and I felt guilty."

   "Why did you feel guilty," I asked.  "Is it because I'm your uncle?"

   "No, that doesn't bother me at all now....," she said, looking down at
the floor.

   "Honey.  You can talk to me about this," I said.  I reached up and
cupped her soft cheek in my hand.  She looked at me and I saw a little
smile there.  She placed her hand on mine.  We just looked at one another.
She slowly leaned in towards me and I knew what was going to happen.  Our
lips met and we shared a slow, lingering first kiss.  She pulled away and
her smile was much bigger.

   "I've wanted to do that for a long time." She said.  "It still makes me
feel guilty, though."

   "Why?" I persisted.

   She sighed.  "Because of Mom.  I know about you and her, Uncle John."

   "You do," I asked.  I'd voiced my suspicions to Manda, but there it was,
all out in the open.

   "Yeah, I do."

   "Why does it make you feel guilty, though?"

   "Because of what you and her share, and I tried to come in between you."
She said sadly.

   "Baby, I'm so sorry about all of this."

   "No, you shouldn't be.  I know it's really beautiful between you.  I
always wanted that with you.  When I found out, it made me think that
finally we could share that as well.  I just didn't realize I'd feel so
guilty about it."

   "Sweet baby, your mother and I have been talking about this situation
ourselves.  I apologize that we didn't talk to you about it like we should
have."

   I watched her expression change.  The fear in those big, brown eyes
began to diminish slightly.

   "You have," she asked.

   "Yes, we have, your mom doesn't mind," I replied.

   "I can't believe it, I've just been trying to deal with this all," she
said.  She started crying.

   "Baby.  Please, it's going to be okay.  I understand what you've been
going through.  I promise, but we're going to move forward, okay? 
Everything starts today, all right?"

   "Okay," she nodded, wiping tears from her eyes.

   "Sweetie, let me take you to dinner.  We'll make our pasta tomorrow. 
We've got a lot of talking to do," I said.

   "Okay," she nodded.  Her lips quivered as she spoke.  When we stood up,
I took her in my arms and kissed her, forcefully.  When I pulled back, she
smiled and her eyes sparkled.

   "Don't ever feel guilty about that, okay?"

   "Yes," she nodded.

   "Get dressed up, I'm going to take you to a nice place up the coast," I
said.

   "I will," she said excitedly, before she walked to her bedroom quickly.

   I walked to my own bedroom.  I knew I had plenty of time to make a quick
phone call.  I hit Manda's number.

   "Hey, how's your day," she asked.

   "It's had it's ups and downs," I replied.

   "Where's it at now," she asked, the curiosity creeping in her voice.

   "Up, I think." I quickly gave her the rundown of the day's events.  I
heard her start to cry when I told her about Kassie feeling guilty.

   "God, she would feel that way, too.  Sometimes, I think she's too kind
for her own good," Manda said, sniffling.

   "Yeah, I agree.  The world is an ugly place."

   "She didn't say how she found out though," Manda asked.

   "No, but I'll find out," I promised.  "She's a smart girl baby, we
weren't going to keep it a secret forever."

   "I know.  It's all out in the open now," Manda said.

   "Yes, it is," I agreed.

   "You better get ready, then.  I'm thinking you should wear that shirt
and tie I got you for Christmas with that grey suit.  The one you wore when
you took me to dinner for my birthday in June."

   "You think so, huh," I asked.

   "Yes.  I do.  She'll love you in it," she said.

   "I'm sure.  Good night.  I love you, Manda, and I always will." I said.

   "I love you too, baby.  Have a great night.  Bye!"

   I heard the phone click off, and I started pulling clothes out of the
closet.  I wondered what was going through Manda's head right now.  I was
glad Kassie knew the truth now.  It was a big relief to me, and I hoped it
meant I could get Manda to California sooner.  I hoped that we weren't
starting something that would change everything.

   I debated shaving again before I dressed.  My stubble didn't look too
grey, so I decided I would go with it.  I looked in the mirror and I felt
pretty good for 48.  I just hoped I was enough for my date.  I dressed
slowly, knowing she'd probably be taking her time.  I finally slipped my
jacket on and took one last look in the mirror.  Not bad, I thought.

   I walked out of my bedroom to the living area.  I heard her bedroom door
open, and I thought I'd timed that well.  I looked to my left and I saw her
walking down the hall.  I could only smile as I looked at her.  She had her
hair pulled back, and wore a sexy black dress.  Her legs were encased in
shiny, black nylon.  She walked confidently on sexy 4" heels.

   "You look amazing," I said.

   "So, do you," she replied with a smile.

   "Are you ready?"

   "Yes, I am." She wrapped her arms around me and we shared a long, slow
kiss.  When we broke, she smiled.  "That's everything I hoped it would be."

   "Yes, it is," I agreed.  I took her hand and we walked out to the
garage. I opened the door to the Ferrari for her and she got in.  I joined
her and off we went.  It was a warm evening and we had the top down.  She
held my hand as we drove up Route 1.  We pulled into the restaurant. 
Thankfully, it wasn't very busy and we were able to get a table on the
patio overlooking the ocean.

   "What's good here," she asked.

   "The tuna is always excellent," I replied.

   "That was easy enough," she smiled.

   The waiter took our order and I looked at her.  "So, where do we begin,"
I asked.

   "The beginning, what happened between you and mom?"

   She listened patiently as I told the story of Manda and me.  We had an
appetizer and were mostly through our main course before I finished.  She
asked a few questions, but mostly she just listened.  I could tell there
were tears in her eyes, but she managed to keep herself together.

   "That's really special.  I had no idea until Christmas," she said.

   "How did you find out?"

   "I went out with my friends that one night," she said.

   "Yeah, I remember."

   "I got home earlier than you two expected," she smiled.

   "Oh, I see."

   "Yeah, I heard what was going on, so I went for a drive."

   I nodded at her.  "What did you think?"

   "I wasn't sure.  I felt a lot of things.  Jealousy was the biggest
thing. I had these feelings for you and you were making love to Mom."

   "Yes.  What about now?"

   "I've thought a lot about it, I'm not jealous anymore.  Just envious.  I
want that with you, too."

   "We can, baby," I said.

   "I don't want to be in the way.  Mom told me you want her to move out
here."

   "You're not going to be in the way.  Your mom feels the same way.  I
think we should call her tomorrow," I replied.

   "Okay."

   "How long have you been feeling this way about me?"

   "Like, forever," she said.

   "I understand.  I haven't known what to think, baby.  Your mom realized
what you were trying to show me, but part of me kept holding back."

   "I know you were, that was frustrating," she admitted.  "I kept getting
bolder with you.  I felt like I was being a complete slut."

   "No, you weren't.  It was really cute.  I just had a hard time seeing
you like that.  My little buddy grew into a gorgeous young woman," I said,
taking her hand in mine.

   "Thank you," she smiled.

   The waiter came with the check and I paid.  I took her hand and we
walked out to the car.  After we got in, I leaned over and kissed her.

   "I hope you don't mind going home for dessert," I said.

   "No, not at all."

   "Good." When we were on the highway, I reached over and stroked her leg.
I loved the feel of her nylons.  I wondered when she'd purchased these.  I
looked back up at her and saw her smiling at me.  My hand crept higher on
her thigh and under her dress.  My fingers felt lace.  I had to smile.

   "What have you got on under here," I asked.

   "A surprise.  I hope you like it," she replied.

   "I'm sure I will.  How are you feeling?"

   "I'm a little nervous," she replied.

   "Yeah, I am a little, too."

   "You are?  Why," she asked.

   "It's your first time, isn't it?"

   "Yes," she replied.

   "I just want it to be really special for you."

   "Don't worry.  I know it will be."

   I'll admit, I didn't observe very many speed limits on the drive home,
and we were soon pulling into the garage.  She practically jumped out of
the car when I parked.  I wasn't far behind her.  She walked immediately to
my bedroom.  She turned to face me and I took her in my arms, kissing her.
She reached up to remove my jacket.  My tie was next.  She fumbled with the
buttons on my shirt so I released her to help.  Her hands were practically
shaking.

   "You ok," I asked.

   "Yeah, just a little nervous and anxious."

   "It's going to be fine."

   "I just can't believe this is finally happening."

   "It is," I said, kissing her again for emphasis.

   When my shirt was off, she ran her hands over my chest.  I watched her
face closely.

   "I've wanted this for so long.  You don't know how hard it's been," she
said.

   "I understand."

   "You drove me crazy in the pool earlier.  I've never felt that way,
ever."

   "I'm going to make you feel that way again," I said.  My hand found the
zipper on her dress.  With a quick pull, the pretty black dress hit the
floor revealing her lacy black lingerie and thigh highs.  I took a step
back and admired her.

   "What do you think?  I picked this all out for a special occasion."

   "I love it.  You're so sexy, baby," I replied.

   "Thank you, Uncle John."

   "Baby, I'm going to make love to you tonight.  Are you ready for that?"

   She nodded and smiled.

   "Good." I kissed her slowly as my hands ran over her smooth skin.  I was
patient with her, letting her excitement build.  I wanted her to remember
that night for the rest of her life.  Her hands roamed over my body as
well. I broke away from her lips to kiss the soft skin on her neck.  That
drove her wild, just as it had in the pool.  I felt her hands trying to
undo my belt.  She was having a hard time so I helped her.  My pants hit
the floor.  I hadn't bothered with boxers that night, so her hand quickly
found my hard cock.

   "Oh, I've wanted to touch you, when I was rubbing against it today...,"
she panted as I continued kissing and sucking on her neck.  Her small hand
stroked my cock softly.  I could feel her innocence in the way she touched
me.  I looked forward to teaching her about everything.

   "Touch me all you want," I said.  My hand moved down her side and across
her abdomen.  I slid my fingers inside her lacy panties, and cupped her
sweet, young sex.  As my fingers began to explore, I was amazed at the
wetness I found.  She was so eager.

   "Ooohhh, Uncle John.  That feels so good," she said.

   "Good baby.  I'm going to show you something else, that I think you'll
like even more." I gently nudged her to bed.  I stepped out of my pants and
quickly pulled off my socks.  She sat back on the bed, as she kicked off
her sexy heels.  I knelt in front of her and I unclasped her bra, revealing
her beautiful breasts.

   "Do you like them?"

   "They're perfect," I replied.  I cupped them in my hands and caressed
their softness.  I leaned forward so that I could kiss them.  As I moved
back and forth between them, I felt her take my head in hands.  I started
licking her nipples lightly, before taking one in my mouth.

   "Oh, that's nice," she purred, as I continued to lavish attention on her
tender breasts.  "I love you, Uncle John," she said.  I looked up at her
and smiled.

   "I love you, too, my sweet Kassie." I reached for the waist band of her
panties.  She adjusted her hips so that I could pull them off.  When I had
them off, I casually threw them over my shoulder.  She laughed at that.

   "Lay back, baby," I instructed her.

   "Okay." She reached for some pillows and propped herself up on them. 
She instinctively spread her thighs.  I looked at the sweet treasure
between her legs.  She had very tight labia, with prominent inner lips. 
They were wet, and glistened.  I looked at her womanhood admiringly.  She
watched me closely.

   "Is it ok," she asked, there was a little worry in her voice.

   "Yes, baby.  I'm sorry.  It's beautiful." That brought a smile to her
face.  I leaned down and kissed her nylon covered foot.  Her smile
persisted as I kissed my way slowly up her leg.  I reached the lacy top of
her stocking and started kissing much slower.

   "This is so exciting, Uncle John."

   "Yes it is, my sweet baby.  I love doing this for you.  I'm going to
make you feel so good tonight."

   She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair.  I finally reached
the tops of her succulent thighs, and I could smell the sweetness of her
arousal.  I kissed along the crease where her thighs met her hips.  Then,
slowly, I began planting delicate kisses on her outer lips.  She shivered.
I looked up at her and smiled.

   "Only in my dreams did I ever think you'd be doing to that to me," she
said softly.

   "Is that so?"

   "Yes.  You're making me so hot," she cooed.

   "Good.  It's going to get better."

   "I can't wait." Her hand had moved to the back of my head.  I loved
that. I thought of how I would soon feel her grip strengthen as she neared
her climax.  I couldn't wait to experience that with my virgin niece.

   I stuck out my tongue and made a long pass up her wet slit.  I was
rewarded with my first taste of her.  She moaned as my tongue gently grazed
around the hood of her clit.  I licked and sucked her sweet inner lips and
learned her unique taste.  I explored her thoroughly to learn her
individual sensitive spots.  She arched her back and squirmed on the bed as
I continued pleasuring her.  I loved her taste, so fresh and innocent.

   "Oh, Uncle John, it's so good," she moaned.

   "Mmmmhmmm," I replied, never taking my mouth and tongue away from her.
Her hand held me tightly against her, just the way I'd hoped.  I continued
to lightly tease and savor her, thoroughly enjoying myself.

   "Oh, right there," she moaned, as my tongue circled around her clit. 
Not so soon, sweet baby, I thought.  It'll only get better.  I moved away,
much to her disappointment, continuing to explore her succulent lips.  I
would often return to her pleasure center for additional teasing.  I wanted
it to build so that she would truly learn what her body was capable of.

   "Please don't tease me."

   "I'm not teasing.  I'm building you up to something really special."

   "I don't think I can take it."

   "Yes, you can.  Just trust me."

   I gave her the same treatment for another few minutes.  Each time I came
in contact with her clit, she tensed, hoping that I was finally going to
grant her release.  Finally, she could take it no longer.  She grabbed my
head with both hands and held me against her wetness.

   "Please, I can't take it anymore.  I feel like I'm going to explode,"
she screamed.  I focused on her clit, licking and gently suckling with my
lips.  Her hips ground against my face, seeking release.

   "Oh, Uncle John, please don't stop.  Please." Her grinding became more
intense.  More erratic.  Suddenly she jerked and her grip on my head
intensified.

   "Oooooooooo." She wailed.  "So good."

   As she crossed over into bliss, I slowed my licking until I was just
gently kissing her wet pussy.  She seemed to melt back into my bed and
relaxed her grip on my head.  She ran her fingers through my hair.

   "That was amazing." She said.  "I thought this afternoon was something
special, but that..."

   "Yeah, that's always pretty special.  It's so intimate," I smiled as I
looked up from between her thighs.

   "Yes, exactly."

   I slowly kissed my way up her body until I was lying next to her.  I
reached over and pulled her over so that her head rested on my chest.  We
lay there enjoying what we'd just shared.

   "Are you still feeling guilty," I asked.

   "A little, but I think if you do that one more time, I'll forget all
about it," she laughed.  "I think when we talk to Mom, I'll be fine."

   "Good."

   Her hand reached down to my still erect cock.  She lightly stroked it.

   "I love touching you.  It's really big."

   I laughed.  "Thanks baby, but I'm not that big.  I know how to use what
I have."

   "I don't really have much reference.  I've only ever seen pictures guys
have sent me."

   "They just get straight to the point, I see."

   "Yeah.  Pretty much.  You understand my interest in older men?"

   "I better be the only older man in your life, young lady."

   "You're the only one I want in my life," she said, before she kissed me
deeply.

   I reached under her and pulled her top of me.  She moved until she was
straddling my hips, her wet pussy was grinding against my cock as we
kissed.

   "I'm ready, Uncle John."

   "I know are baby."

   She tried to roll me on top of her.

   "No, you're going to be on top baby.  That way I can touch you."

   "I don't know what I'm doing."

   "Trust me, you'll pick it up pretty fast," I smiled.

   I reached between us and guided my cock to her wet folds.  I felt her
push back with her hips.

   "Oh," she groaned as I entered her.  "That's really good."

   "Yes, it," I agreed.  "Just go slow and get used to it.  It's not
hurting, is it?"

   She shook her head no and smiled.  She put her hands on my chest to
support herself.

   "Good," I replied.  She tentatively started sliding up and down on my
cock.  She had the prettiest smile on her face as looked down at me.  My
hands found her breasts and I caressed them gently.

   "I love you, Uncle John.  I can't tell you how happy I am right now. 
This is what I've always wanted."

   "I'm glad baby.  I'm glad I finally know.  I never thought I'd share
this with you, too."

   "You are.  Mom and I are both your girls now."

   "Yes, you always were.  Even before now." I rubbed my way up from her
breasts to the soft skin of her neck.  When I touched her, she leaned her
head back in pleasure.  She softly moaned as she became familiar with my
cock inside her recently virgin pussy.  I wanted her to be top so I could
touch her more, but I needed her to be so I had a chance of controlling
myself.  My senses were overloaded with the feeling of sharing this most
intimate act with Kassie.  I hoped she was having a night she'd never
forget.

   When she looked back down, she ran her hands over my chest.

   "We're so close now.  I can't get over that.  Closer than we've ever
been."

   "I know baby.  This is really special."

   "Uh huh.  Oh," she moaned.

   "You are so sexy, baby.  My little niece is all grown up."

   "Yes.  I am."

   I continued rubbing her breasts as she moved up and down on me slowly.
Her tight, little pussy was exquisite and I was grateful she was taking her
time.  I reached up with my right hand and cupped her cheek.  She smiled
brightly before turning her head to kiss the palm of my hand.  I could not
get enough of watching her.  She was just so beautiful, and she'd given
herself to me completely.

   "I want you to be on top," she said.

   "Okay baby." I arched my back and rolled over with her.  I managed to
get over with her with my cock never having left her.  I leaned down and
kissed her deeply as I began slowly thrusting in her wetness.  God, she
felt good.  I felt her silky legs wrap around my waist as I built a steady
rhythm.

   "Oh, god.  That's good," she said.  "You feel amazing inside me."

   "You feel amazing too.  Oh, Kassie.  It's so good."

   "Mmmm, yeah.  Oh, Uncle John," she moaned.  I leaned back on my heels
and brought her sexy legs around in front of me, her sexy ankles on my
shoulders.  I took turns kissing her silky feet and I thrust into her.  I
watched the look on her pretty face as I worked my cock in and out of her.
It was burned into my memory.

   "God, you're so sexy Kassie!!  Your pussy feels amazing baby," I
groaned. I was getting close.  I reached between us and lightly rubbed just
to the side of her clit with my thumb.  Her eyes rolled back and her
moaning became heavier.  I wanted to get her off one more time, before I
lost control of myself.

   "Oh, Uncle John.  You're going to make cum again.  It feels so good!!"

   "Yeah, me too baby.  I'm so close.  So, close.  Oh, my sweet Kassie.  I
love you baby doll!"

   "Mmmmm, oh.  Oh.  Yeah, don't sto...  Unngghhhh!"

   "Yeah, baby.  That's it, cum for me.  Oh, Kassie.  Oh, god." I slammed
my cock home one last time, and felt myself erupt.  I watched her face as I
pumped my cum into her no longer virgin womb.  Her expression was so gentle
and loving.  I found myself shaking as I looked at her.

   "You okay," she asked.

   "Yeah, that was a little intense," I replied.

   "Yes, it was.  Was I okay?"

   "You were amazing, Kassie."

   "You sure," she asked, insistently.

   "Yeah, I'm sure," I replied.  I leaned down and kissed her lustily for
emphasis.

   "Uncle John, that was amazing," she said as our lips parted.

   "The night isn't over yet," I smiled.

   "No?"

   "Absolutely not.  We go sit in the hot tub, cuddle and talk now," I said
standing from the bed.

   "I like this idea."

   "Yeah, the night is young, baby doll," I replied as I reached for her
hand.



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