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Normally you would see a warning in this spot, but this time there is
nothing to warrant a hazard as to the content of the following story. I had
a dream last night and It felt like I was truly living the following for
real. When I awoke I was so fucking pissed because I wanted to remain in
that dream forever. So I felt I would share it with you and sorry to
disappoint those that hate me, but there is no kiddie rape, murder or
torture, but pure love! I had to create names and places and embellish the
facts of this wonderful dream with words and descriptions of my own. You
know dreams and how incomplete they come to us.

Todd Sayre
October 30, 1999


Your comments on this story would be welcome.



Part 1: The Divorce

Chapter 1


     Jennifer Scott was my fifteen year-old cousin ... second cousin on my
mother's side to be exact and when she exited the station wagon, I was
transfixed by the heavenly vision that stood before me. Had I been standing
before God Almighty, I would have bowed in honor of His taste in beauty.
Jennifer's features struck my heart causing it to palpitate as I could not
get enough vision of her. She was truly blessed with auburn hair, green eyes
and lips so delicate and precious as flowers that one could kiss them and
die from the feel.
     "Nick?" My mother's voice ringed in my ears.
     I had been so fixated on Jennifer that everything in the world cease to
exist.
     "Wha ... what?" I said nervously.
     "The bags?" Mom said. "Take Jennifer's bags inside for her please."
     As I reached down to take her luggage she gave me an eye of her own and
smiled innocently as I saw a blush of rose sweep over her face. She
whispered a "hello" to me and all I could do was stand there as if waiting
for her to give me a tip. I felt foolish in that moment, but my paralysis
broke and I took her bags into the house.
     Jennifer was going to stay with our family in Mansfield, Washington
while her parents fought each other bitterly in court over their divorce. I
could see the stains of sorrow in Jennifer's eyes as I knew that the
destruction of her family was breaking her heart. My own heart ached for her
although I really didn't know my cousin. I had met her when she was seven or
eight and this was the first time since I had laid eyes on her. What the
hell do you care if her parents are splitting up? I thought. Even though
that solitary thought was correct, I did care. For some strange reason I
felt as though I was connected emotionally to her, bonded in some form, but
not really knowing how or why.
     Jennifer kissed her mother "goodbye" and she drove off back to Seattle
to begin her war. When the Buick was out of sight, Jennifer ran from the
porch crying bitterly off into the woods. Instinctively I went after her and
I was surprised my mother or father did not recall me. She ran deep into the
heart of pines and douglas firs weeping openly, when she stopped and hugged
the trunk of a tree. I stood behind her wanting with all of my heart to say
something that would sooth her soul and ease her pain, but nothing came. She
turned to look at me and those beautiful green eyes that had been fashioned
by a loving god were now tear-filled and swollen. I inched forward and the
closer I got the greater I could sense her grief. When I got to about a
couple of feet from her she turned to me and wrapped her trembling arms
around me and cried. I returned her embrace and held her tight, staying
quiet the entire time—wanting to say something that would comfort her, but
then I remembered Grandma telling me that sometimes you don't have to say a
word to be effective or supportive ... just being there is good enough.
     As Jennifer cried I felt the softness of her body against my own and I
could smell the scent of perfume—permeated with the aroma of Gardena's. She
felt heavenly as she looked and I was grateful that I had been here for her.
     The late afternoon continued to fade toward the west leaving Jennifer
and I to stand in the gloom of the forest still embracing. I could feel her
grasp on me transmitting gratitude for my kindness toward her. Although it
was nearly dark where we were standing, Jennifer looked up at me and peered
into my eyes and we stood together, unmoving, silent; letting ourselves to
continue to embrace for quite some time. Her tears of sorrow ceased and as
the remainder of the day light dissolved into night, my father's voice
called for the two of us.
     "Nick! Jennifer! Supper!" My father yelled.
     I was reluctant to let go of her and I could feel her resist me when I
tried to release her. I held her for a few more minutes before finally
speaking, "We really ought to get back."
     I led her through the woods back to our modest, two-story Colonial home
nestled in the forests of Washington. As we walked she spoke in shuddering
sobs, "I don't even know who you are."
     I'm yours forever, I wanted to say. "I'm your cousin, Nick."
     "Thank you, Nick." She said. "I really needed to be held. I felt so
alone when my mother left, but when you came to me, I felt like I've always
known you."
     "Kind of funny, but I felt the same way," I said. "You feel a little
better?"
     "Yes. Yes I do, thank you."


Chapter 2

     My family made small talk during dinner as we ate mom's meatloaf and we
laughed a little at a few jokes that my little brother Jack and older sister
Trinity were telling, but my heart was nowhere near their
conversation—instead it was focused on Jennifer. She sat abreast from me at
the dinner table and every so often she would glance to look at me—her
soulful, beautiful eyes speaking silent paragraphs of a foreign language I
wish I knew, but beyond those silent phrases were eyes of love, compassion
and great generosity.
     My parents knew that Jennifer and I were exchanging glances at each
other like love birds, but said nothing to us. They allowed us to study one
another with profound, innocent interest as they continued to chatter away.

     That night as I lay in my bed, looking out of the window and peering
into the heavens, I thought of my cousin and her broken heart and I wanted
nothing more than to help her, to be her friend, to give her the same
support that I gave earlier in the evening. She was an enigma. Jennifer
Scott had a mysterious power that seem to subdue and tame my sixteen
year-old desires, turning my heart into a lump of clay, when no girl in town
had ever come close to effecting me the way she did.
     As I looked at the stars twinkling in the night sky, I wondered what
strange plan god was about to reveal to me, which star would grant my wishes
as I surrendered to the throes of sleep.

Chapter 3


     For the past two weeks Jennifer and I kept each other company, taking
walks down the gravel road to the highway to retrieve the mail, sitting on
the porch swing, talking of nothing important, sharing dreams, likes and
dislikes. We had become friends and grown to enjoy each other's company that
we felt incomplete when we were apart. For the first time since this
wonderful girl stepped foot upon the Tyler farm, I was in love. I felt so
much that I want to share with her, but I didn't have the nerve to say a
word or reveal the simple truth. I wasn't sure if by telling her how I felt
would cause us to break apart, crushing me into a million pieces. The human
heart is one of the most strongest muscles, yet it is the most fragile of
them all.

     After the school bus dropped the Tyler clan off at our gravel turn-off,
my brother and sister raced for the house as Jennifer and I ambled slowly. I
made a strong statement to her as I took her hand into mine and held it. No
words were needed in that moment. Everything that I ... that she wanted to
say was said in that gentle hand-hold. We looked at each other and smiled.
Midway up the gravel path, I stopped and led Jennifer into a grove of trees
and dropped my book bag. We closed in on each other—her hands coming to rest
on my shoulders, mine around her waist as our lips joined in unison, bonding
and melding—writhing with passionate need as our mouths conveyed those three
hard words everyone says at some time in their lives. I let go of her waist
and ran my fingers through her silky hair. Her breath was the sweet smell of
honey. The touch of her skin was magical and our kissing was like the
never-ending breeze of the valley's breath. Everything was perfect in that
instant as I allowed myself to consume her gentle lips, guiding me through a
sea of life-long dreams never lived. Everything that I had been taught in
life about respecting, loving the girl that touched your heart was correct.
I was truly more than in love, I was bogged down in the grip of charity and
sweet adoration that everything that I had been taught this day, every
single word that was said had come and gone in that kiss of kisses. Jennifer
never parted from me and I was unwilling to halt, what she was doing to me
and I to her was the right thing, the right place and the right person. It
was as if this beautiful day was prepared just for us, the sun's position
hanging in the right place and the song of birds in the boughs serenading us
as we shared our hungry hearts as one.
     Her hands began to travel over my body, her left feeling the curves of
my butt, the right gently pressing down on my groin feeling the hardness of
my manhood. I was not embarrassed by her probing hands as mine had begun to
do the same, one hand on her soft breast, the other in her jeans and beyond
her panties as my fingers explored the soft cleft of her sex, the wiry pubes
greeting my fingers, making my heart hammer with excitement as I had
realized that I had gone further with Jennifer than with any other girl.
     Along with our mischievous hands, our tongues began to blend together,
warmness to warmness, moister shared, breath exchanged, Jennifer and I where
in our own made paradise as we finally admitted with our lips and hands that
we were in love, that time and space was created exclusively for us, but my
heart trembled in fear, my stomach grew weak as I knew that Jennifer's days
on the Tyler farm were numbered and that we were family. I nearly broke into
tears as the perfection that we had together could never be.
     "What's wrong?" Jennifer asked.
     "As soon as your folks are finished with their divorce, you'll ...
you'll be gone."
     "I didn't think of that," She said with fear in her voice.
     "I wanted to tell you ever since last night that I love you," I said,
"but I'm scared for the first time in my life that I'll let you all the way
into my heart just to have you taken from me. I couldn't live with that."
     Jennifer's eyes formed tears as she knew I was correct, "Its not fair!
Everything that means something to me is being stripped away from me. Its
like I'm at fault for being alive!"
     "That's not true!" I said.
     "Nick I want to know you. I want to be in love with you."
     "So do I ... more than ever!"
     "We can runaway, we can leave in the middle of the-"
     "Jen you know that won't work. I want you more than anything, but we
have to do whatever our parents tell us. Until we're eighteen ... that's
it!"
     "If we're gonna have a short life until eighteen, then I want you to be
the first boy to lay with me. I knew you were something special when you
came after me the first day I came here and I ran into the woods."
     "Are you serious?" I asked.
     I saw no insincerity on her part, no "I'm-sorry-I-made-that-offer" on
her face, but absolute honesty.
     "Yes! I'm very serious. Nick I live in a big city where there are
millions of boys, but none of them ever effected me or interested me like
you!"
     "Ok then. Tonight! We can go off into the woods and if you want we can
make love every night until you have to leave."
     "I would like that," she said happily.
     We kissed for another hour, happy at the prospect of the coming event,
but my heart was still troubled over every kiss we shared, because the more
we bonded, the harder it would be to let go.

Part 2: The Moon

Chapter 4

     It seemed like supper would never end and the pre-bed activities would
conclude. Jennifer and I were eager to sneak out of the house once everyone
was asleep and join as one as the creatures of the forest watched as passion
was given life under the light of the moon.
     As I waited for my family to go up to their rooms, I went up to the
attic and got out a couple of sleeping bags and tossed them out of the tiny
window to the ground below. I wanted to be prepared. I went to the kitchen
pantry and took a candle with its holder along with matches and snuck them
outside to where the sleeping bags awaited us.

     Trinity was the first to retire for the night, then Jack(by mom's
order), finally Jennifer, mom and I went upstairs. Dad was the town doctor
and tonight he had to spend the night at the clinic, therefore he wouldn't
be a problem.
     The first floor of the house was dark and silent. It was a matter of
time before we could make our move.

     It happened shortly after midnight. Everyone was asleep and I slipped
into my shoes and walked down the hall to Jennifer's room. She sat up in her
bed the moment I walked in. She got up and put her slippers on and we
carefully walked down the hall, down the stairs and successfully exited the
house.
     I recovered the items that I had collected and kept outside and took
the girl of my dreams and led her into the woods. The full moon illuminated
the path to the spot I knew to be perfect for our adventure. It was a five
minute walk away from the house and any moans or cries would never be heard.
The only audience to our consummation would be the forest dwellers, the
squirrels, the roaming deer, the roosting birds and(god forbid) hungry
bears.
     The moon light seem to shine brightly from the pine needles giving us
more light than the candle that I lit and stuck to a rock. I was first to
undress. I was nervous and on the verge of fainting as "IT" was about to
happen, then I felt the blood in my body rush to my face. If this were a
cartoon, I would look like a grotesque version of Rudolph, the lovable
little deer that leads Santa's sleigh each year.
     My shirt came off, my sweats and finally my underwear. I was totally
naked and exposed to the night air. Jennifer looked at my body, peering at
my penis that had not come to life yet, my chest, then my face.
     Jennifer began removing her night clothes stripping until she too was
naked as the day she was born. Like her, I took in the beauty of her body,
the firmness of her perky breasts, her smooth, flat belly and the parted
mound that was covered by adolescence. She was striking, even in the moon
light did she shine like the stars of heaven, shimmering like gold. She was
everything that god had wanted for the creation of humanity: Perfection.
     We drew close to each other and touched each other hand to hands,
feeling the electrical static between us, like arching cables on a power
pole, Jennifer and I bonded lips. Our bodies began pressing hard against one
another and the heat between my legs became an inferno, burning bright and
hot like coals of fire and molten lava. My cock began to rise, gooseflesh
rippled across my body as her touch invigorated my desire for her. Her groin
was pressed against my erection and I took her in my arms and rested her
upon the warmth of the sleeping bag. She jerked as I climbed on top of her,
moaned as my loving kisses traveled from her lips to her breasts—tracing
circles over her nipples. She shuddered while my warm tongue kissed and
traveled downward to her navel where I greeted it with a kiss, then in
moments my wandering mouth was on her pussy. I was paid with her moist cunny
lips as I slid my tongue into her womb, tasting her sex with every lick.
Jennifer moaned and mewled as I dug deep into her feeling every texture of
her vagina—her back arched, reacting to the power of my mouth. She was
sufficiently wet with saliva and pussy juice that I was confident that I
could enter her without lubricating her, then the moment I had been waiting
for ever since I hit puberty had come. I dislodged my mouth from her and
climbed over her tender body mounting her—inserting my dick gently between
those tight lips and pushed in. Jennifer was tight. I had to push harder and
with the pressure of my groin to her's she groaned and nearly cried, then
the wonderful tightness gave way and allowed my cock to slide in until I
found that membranous barrier I knew was her Hymen. With love and adoration
for this girl I didn't want to inflict pain on my love, but I knew that I
had no choice. I hoped that she knew what was about to happen as I thrust
deeper.
     God help me, I thought.
     I dispensed with the inevitable with a quick push. Jennifer cried out
and I grimaced as she reacted to the pain, but did not plead for me to stop,
so I began thrusting into the center of her sex, pumping deep causing this
angel to pant and groan with every push. I panted and grunted drilling my
cock in rhythmic form, driving into her with a desperate need. We both
gasped and labored to breath with loud exhalations. I was certain that the
forest had grown quiet as Jennifer and I made love—listening to us bonding
and melding as one. The silvery moon light made her gentle face glow and
beneath the look of erotic joy that was painted upon her face was the look
of a girl that had found fulfillment in the heart of the night.
     "Nick I want to be with you!" she gasped in ecstacy. "Forever!"
     "Me ... too!" I groaned as I pounded my cock deeper and faster.
     As our groins kissed my dick seemed to grow harder and longer. My body
tensed, my arms and legs became spastic, my toes throbbed and my penis began
spewing the fluid of my body in large streams. The overwhelming feeling that
accompanied the surging ejaculation reverberated like a ringing church bell,
massive in size that could be heard and felt as it rang with raging
intensity. I pumped more of my sperm into her vagina in a deluge that seemed
to continue, as if the years of not squirting had been waiting for this
moment to release the massive flood of semen.
In the midst of my orgasm, Jennifer started in with a climax of her own and
she cried out as the bite of her orgasm gripped her loins like an assaulting
beast. Her cries shattered the silence of the night and Jennifer's hands
that had been gripping my hip began digging into me, drawing blood. I too
screamed, not only because my cock was squirting, but because her long nails
tore into me.
     I was glad that I had chosen a location distant from our home, because
the erotic screams and wails we were making were echoing through the woods
like a wounded animal—crying the last of its life for all predators to hear.
I hoped that my mother had not heard our sexual song, but at this point I
wasn't too concerned. It had been too late to take back the passion of the
night and what had been done had been done with no regrets.
     With the last of sperm trickling into her, I laid upon her and kissed
her with grateful lips and we shared the remainder of that night thrusting,
kissing and exchanging sweet endearments.

     We made love until the sun rose in the east and the morning fog
shrouded the forest. Our naked bodies had been covered in a fine film of
cold dew, but all the heat of sex and passion overrode the chill and we made
love oblivious of the weather.
     We both dressed quickly as the time for my family to awaken was near.
School was three hours away and we didn't want to get caught walking into
the house looking like we had been fucking, because it was written all over
our faces.
     This day was going to be difficult. We had made love all night without
sleep and fatigue was sure to set in during class. But it was well worth the
sacrifice.

Chapter 5

     For weeks Jennifer and I snuck out of the house into the heart of the
night to our special place in the woods and we repeated our affection for
each other making wild, passionate love without care of any consequences and
my parents never suspected a thing. I entered her each night as promised,
but toned down the duration of our nightly sessions by mating for only a
couple of hours each time. We were able to adapt to our new sleeping
schedules and as each time we bedded together, the pleasure seemed more
intense since that first encounter. We both were more in love with each
other than before and the earlier thoughts of bonding to the point that
would make it near impossible to break away from each other had slipped my
mind.

Part 3: The Unexpected

Chapter 6

     Jennifer had been with me and my family for nearly three months and on
a particular day when she woke from a restful sleep on a Saturday morning,
she began throwing up. My dad paid a visit to her room and gave her an exam.
I was worried for her. If she fell ill then I was going to spend my time
with her, nursing my love back to health. While I waited outside her room
waiting for dad to give his diagnosis, I kept wishing whole heartedly that I
could bare her illness so that she could live without the burden of the
human weakness.
     When my dad came out of the room, Jennifer followed from behind
carrying a plastic cup. She looked at me with worried eyes, then walked into
the bathroom.
     "Dad?" I said. "What's wrong with her?"
     "You tell me?" He said cryptically.
     "What?"
     "Let me give you a hint, ok? She's complaining of nausea, dizziness and
exhaustion. What does that tell you?"
     "She's got the flu?" I said.
     "Yeah right!" Dad said.

     After a few minutes, Jennifer came out and handed my dad the plastic
cup filled with a golden liquid. Urine. Dad took the container and went
downstairs and sudden, horror-filled revelation struck me. How could I have
been so naive. My eyes went wide and I followed Jenny into her room and
closed the door.
     "You don't think-"
     "I think we're in trouble Nick," Jennifer said. "Your dad asked me if
I've had sex lately."
     "What did you tell him?"
     "I didn't say a word. I was too scared, but I think he knows and I
think I'm pregnant?"
     "Oh my god! Jennifer I'm so sorry! I never thought about pregnancy. I'm
so sorry!"
     "Don't be. We both wanted it. I'm not sorry that I could lay every
single night with you and make love."


Chapter 7

     "Pregnant!" Dad said to us calmly. "Nick your the father aren't you?"
     I couldn't say a word. I couldn't look my mother and father in the eyes
and tell them that I fell in love with my cousin and made love to her
numerous times.
     "Marshall what do we tell her mother? She coming to pick Jenny up
tomorrow," my mother said to my dad.
     Jennifer and I both looked at each other in terror. "What? Jenny's
leaving tomorrow?"
     "That's right, Nick" Dad said. "So it would help the situation if you
admit to being the father. The both of you have been together since day one
like two kids glued together."
     I hesitated, then said, "I'm the father."
     I expected my parents to scream and yell—to get a whipping by my
father, but silence dominated the room. I glanced up at my parents quickly,
then bowed my head. In their faces, not a look of anger or disgust, but ...
compassion.
     "Jenny's leaving here tomorrow carrying your child. What are you
prepared to do about it."
     I still can't believe I did what I did. I broke down sobbing, then
crying—pleading and begging my parents not to allow Jenny to be taken away.
"Dad please! I'll do anything. I love Jennifer with all of my heart and If I
lose her I'll die! Please! Oh dear god, PLEASE!"
     Jennifer also cried and got down on her knees, joining me on the living
room floor, pleading as I had been doing.
     "Kids," dad began, "get off your knees and sit down. First of all,
we're going to talk to your parents, Jennifer. Your mom and dad are both
coming here and I need to know from you Nick what you're prepared to do? How
much do you love Jennifer?"
     "I love her very much!" I said proudly.
     "Do you love her enough to marry her?" Mom asked. "Because Jenny's
parents are both devote Catholics and they are very much against abortion
and they hate the fact that girls give birth out of wedlock."

Chapter 8

     David and Kathy Scott sat on the couch as my parents explained what
Jennifer and I had been doing. They took the news with a bit of anger and
impatience, but my parents managed to keep them cool and collected. Jenny
and I spied in from the outside listening to what was being said and there
was a moment there when Jennifer's mother wanted me arrested for rape. But
Jennifer, being strong and independent, left my side and walked into the
house and stood bravely before her parents.
     "I love Nick! You have him arrested then I intend to commit suicide,
because I'm not going through this world alone. When the two of you dumped
me here you abandoned me so you could get me out of the way. You never
thought once about me and how I was feeling when you two were acting like a
bunch of asshole's!"
     "Jennifer!" Her father shouted. "What did you say to us?"
     He got up threatening to hit her. That's when I walked into the house
and stood between them. My dad joined me and managed to calm the situation.

Chapter 9

     My parents broke out a bottle of Jim Beam and of course, Jennifer and I
had been kicked out while they discussed what our futures would be. Jenny
and I sat on the porch swing, holding each other and crying silently, afraid
that my lover could be gone in minutes if things went sour.
     After an hour of discussion, we were called into the house and we were
told that it had been agreed that Jennifer and I were to marry. Her parents
insisted and we both felt that massive weight of the unknown lift from us as
we both felt joy at the prospect that I was going to get to spend the rest
of my life with the only girl I ever dreamed of.
     My dad explained that he could handle the medical treatment and
delivery of the baby when the time came. Dad made a secret phone call and
arranged for his friend, a municipal courtroom judge, to carry out the
nuptials for us and the wedding would be conducted in secret as to prevent a
scandal from running like a wild fire through the town proper.

Chapter 10

    Three days later, we stood in mom's garden before the judge and Jennifer
and I were very happy as we exchanged vows, exchanged rings and pronounced
the "I do's" and when that much anticipated kiss came I was relieved. We had
become husband and wife and nobody from this day forward could separate the
two of us, except death.

Chapter 11

     Six months later Kevin Ethan Tyler was born into the world and Jennifer
and I were the happiest parents in the world. He was a beautiful baby boy
that had been gifted with his mother's looks. Jennifer's parents had
forgiven us for allowing our youth to drive us to passion at an early age,
but now that they were grandparents, they were all proud.

     Jennifer and I would go onto live a long life together as lovers, never
faltering once in our marriage and in the end our love making would produce
three more beautiful children that would continue to bless our lives.

The End


Author's note: I truly hoped you liked this lengthy tale. I hope I dream of
Jennifer once again, because I miss her dearly.

Sincerely,
Todd Sayre
October 30, 1999



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