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All characters in this story are purely fiction and not intended to refer
to any real persons, dead or alive.  There is a lot of 'junk science' in
this story, but my muse thought up the 'universe'.  If you have any
comments about it, I'll try to pass them on.  Other nits are welcome,
especially errors about the implied US setting.  riv yavtry

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I slipped the head of my cock between the puffy, hairless lips of her
sopping pussy.

"Will it hurt?" she asked in a small voice.

"It will sting a bit at first, but that will soon pass."

I thrust hard and burst through her hymen until all my 5 inches were
in her hitherto virginal cunt. She winced and clenched her muscles. I
waited patiently until she relaxed, then I slowly moved in and out.
As pain gave way to pleasure she started to reciprocate until we were
fucking away like rabbits. I could tell she was on the verge of
cumming, and so was I.

Suddenly a brilliant phosphorescent flash of light from the forest
shone through the window of my cabin, temporarily blinding me and
making the cabin lights seem dim by comparison. My fantasy forgotten,
I pulled my pants up over my rapidly shrinking cock, put on my
waterproof jacket, and dashed outside into the night's driving rain
and howling wind to find the source of the light.

I found her about fifty yards from the cabin. I was completely
stunned. She was the spitting image of the girl I had invented for my
fantasy, no older than twelve, lying naked in a clearing in the
forest. As I approached, she turned her head towards me.

"Help me," she croaked, then she passed out.

I wrapped the girl in my jacket, then picked up her slender body and
carried her back to my cabin. Once indoors, I unwrapped her and
realised she was cold and shivering. I carried her into the shower
and turned it to warm. I gently rinsed the mud and leaves off her
body and massaged her limbs to boost her circulation, taking care not
to touch her tiny breasts or hairless pussy any more than necessary.
She started to come round, so I carried her out of the shower,
wrapped her in a warm towel, then sat her in front of the fire.

"Are you ok? What happened to you?" I asked.

"I was in a crash," she replied, still shivering

That surprised me. The only road nearby was the dirt track leading
to my cabin, and I had found the girl at least fifty yards away. My
cabin was very remote; indeed it was a miracle it had electricity and
running water.

"I have some beef stew simmering in the kitchen. That should warm
you up inside. Would you like some?"

"Yes please."

I had timed my dinner to be ready when I finished my fantasy, so it
was done to perfection. I poured some into two dishes, one for me, a
slightly smaller portion for the girl. She must have been hungry
because she wolfed it down.

After the girl had finished her stew, she looked a lot better and
stopped shivering. I decided it was time to get to the bottom of her
story.

"My name's Frank," I started.

"You can call me Elena," replied the girl.

"So Elena, do you think you can tell me about the crash? Were there
any more victims?"

"My spaceship was hit by the solar storm that's causing your bad
weather. As I came down, the ship's computer worked out where I would
crash and who was likely to find me. Based on best fit projections, a
body was bio-engineered for me to give me the best chance of a
sympathetic reception. Just before the crash, the computer sent out a
distress call telling my people where I came down so they can come
for me. After the landing the spaceship destroyed itself in order not
to contaminate your civilisation. Apart from a computer chip in my
brain, I'm all that's left. What I don't understand is why the
projections resulted in my getting the body of a child rather than an
adult."

Half of me believed the far-fetched story, half of me thought it was
some absurd crap just to blag a free meal, and perhaps rob me when I
was asleep.

"You have to understand that's one hell of a story. Can you prove it?"

"No, not beyond what you've already seen. The chip in my brain is
programmed to self-destruct rather than fall into the hands of a
civilisation which is are not ready for it, so giving me to the
authorities to X-ray me would kill me. Was there a brilliant flash
when I landed?"

"Yes. Even this far away it blinded me."

"I'm sorry, that was the destruction of my spaceship."

I was now inclined to believe her story, and I knew exactly why the
computer had given her that body, but oddly enough at that moment I
felt no sexual attraction towards her. I had never actually had sex
with a young girl, but my wife had caught me spying on the
neighbours' daughter and she had found my secret folder of underage
porn on my computer and that's why she kicked me out. That and my 5
inch penis, which she claimed was too small to satisfy her.

"Do you want some more stew?" I belatedly asked her.

"No thank you. The computer is telling me that you provided
excellent body fuel although lacking in a couple of micronutrients.
However a varied diet should compensate for the deficiencies."

"We'd better get some clothes for you. In that room there," I
pointed to what was now the spare bedroom, "are some clothes that
belonged to my ex-wife. Take your pick of anything that fits. And
I'll make some coffee."

Elena emerged wearing a sweatshirt and jogging pants, far too baggy
for her tiny frame but by tying things and rolling things up she had
managed to make herself decent. She was shuffling along in a too-
large pair of my ex-wife's slippers.

"How long before your people come to pick you up?" I asked Elena.

"I don't know. I was doing a survey update of your planet. Systems
with fledgling civilisations are off-limits to normal traffic and
you're not close to any trade routes so it could be several weeks."

"We'd better think of a cover story for you while you're staying
here. We'll tell people you're my niece and I'm looking after you
while my sister is in hospital"

"Does that mean I can stay?"

Despite being an adult in a child's body, her face lit up with an
infectious smile.

"I guess so. It's a long time since I had any company and I lead a
simple life but we can give it a try. And call me 'Uncle Frank'."

Elena put her slender arms around me and hugged me, kissing me on
the cheek. I could feel her tiny breasts pressing into my chest
through the sweatshirt.

"I'm sorry Uncle Frank, this body seems particularly prone to
emotions and I can't always control them." 

"That's ok, it was rather nice. And it was entirely within character."

Elena yawned.

"This body also seems to be indicating that it needs sleep."

"You can sleep in the room where you found the clothes. I always
keep the bed ready, even though I haven't used it since I used to
come here with my wife."

"Thank you."

Elena rewarded me with another kiss on the cheek, then retired to
bed. I washed the dishes. I wasn't tired yet and I was till a little
horny. Feeling like a naughty schoolboy I went into the bathroom and
masturbated. I couldn't help thinking about Elena as I came, even
though it felt wrong.





Next morning I got up before Elena, showered, and started preparing
breakfast. I knocked on her door and went in. She stirred and opened
her eyes, yawning. She looked at the bedside clock.

"I can't believe how much sleep this body needs."

"I'm doing breakfast. It will be ready by the time you've had a
shower."

"Thanks."

Elena showered and joined me in the cabin's kitchen/lounge. She had
put the same sweatshirt and jogging pants back on.

"What's for breakfast?" she asked.

"Porridge, then fried eggs and bacon."

"Excellent. This body needs lots of calcium and protein."

After breakfast I outlined my plans for the day.

"I'll go into town today to get you some clothes and stock up with
food. If I take your measurements I can buy you a few things that
fit, then I can take you with me another time to choose how to fill
out your wardrobe."

"Thank you, you're very kind."

"I'm not expecting any visitors, but if anyone does come, I suggest
you hide and pretend the place is empty.

"That sounds sensible. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you
while you are out?"

"No. I'm afraid I'm living a very simple life, no computer or
television. There is a radio and there are a few novels in my bedroom."

"Thank you. I'd like to read some of your literature."

"Help yourself. Now hold still while I take your measurements."

I had never tried to clothe a child before, so I measured everything
and anything. I blushed with embarrassment when I measured round her
tiny breasts, and again when I measured her inside leg. I drew a
crude sketch of her figure on a piece of paper and indicated with
arrows which measurements related to what.

"I'm going now. I'll be back as soon as I can."





The weather was still wet and windy, but my 4WD coped comfortably
with the dirt track from my cabin, and once I hit the main road it
was plain sailing to drive to the mall of the nearest small town. It
was very quiet; perhaps the appalling weather was deterring shoppers.

I ventured into a store which seemed to cater for Elena's age group.
Overpowering, throbbing music filled the store, hurting my ears. A
few girls of Elena's age were inspecting the rails of the tiny pieces
of cloth passing as clothes, almost all wearing as little as possible
and displaying bare midriffs and pierced belly-buttons. I felt
disturbingly aroused by all the pre-teen flesh on show. I looked
around for some assistance, but most of the staff looked almost as
young as the shoppers, and my unkempt, weather-beaten appearance
seemed to deter any of them from approaching me. I fled.

At the far end of the mall, almost my last hope, I found a family
clothes shop catering for all ages. The atmosphere was very refined,
and the background music was very discreet. A rather snooty looking
woman assistant approached me immediately.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Her condescending tone of voice suggested that she had prejudged me,
but I decided to give her a try. There weren't many alternatives.

"I hope so. My sister's very ill and her daughter has come to stay
with me. She literally only has the clothes she's standing up in. I
need a complete outfit for her as quickly as possible - sensible
stuff because I live in a cabin in the woods - then I can bring her
here in person and fill out the rest of what she needs. I've got a
diagram with her measurements."

The story seemed to earn the assistant's sympathy. She sat down with
me and drew up a list of everything Elena would need, right down to
bras, panties, shoes, nighties and things I'd never even thought of
like a toothbrush. Then we went round the store, collecting things in
the right size and ticking them off the list. Shoes were a problem,
because they really needed to be tried on in person, but the
assistant gave me a pair of loose fitting trainers that would do for
starters.

Right at the end, she asked me in a confidential whisper "Have her
periods started yet?"

That threw me. I had no idea, I didn't even know if the bio-
engineered body was capable of having periods.

"I don't think so. I'll ask her."

The assistant commandeered a till and rang up the bill. It was quite
a bit more than I expected. I had enough - barely - but my budget for
the month was shot to smithereens. At this rate I'd have to look for
part-time casual work to supplement my meagre income.

"Do you have a store card?" the assistant asked.

"No."

"If you fill out the form, you can have one straight away and get
10% off your bill. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you can
settle your store card debt immediately and you won't get charged
interest. Effectively you'll be paying cash."

"Thank you, that's extremely kind of you."

As I left, the assistant gave me her card. 'Mrs Janet Kelly,
Assistant Manager'.

"Ask for me in person next time. I'd like to meet the young lady."

As I left the mall, I bought a local paper. There was nothing about
UFOs or strange lights on the front cover.





Back at my cabin, I unlocked the door and carried in the armfuls of
carrier bags. Elena was curled up in my armchair reading a novel,
skimming the pages like lightning. Two discarded books lay on the
floor, 'War and Peace' and 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare'. I'd
been gone barely a couple of hours and she'd already finished them!

"Hi Elena. My, you're a fast reader."

"The computer chip means I can just look at a page and the text gets
converted and fed into my brain. But for the crash, I would never
have known that your culture was capable of such literature."

"Did you have any visitors or problems?"

"No, everything was fine." 

"I've brought you some clothes. Would you like to try them on to
check that they fit? Then we can go back and buy some outfits of your
choosing another time."

"Thank you, Uncle Frank."

She hugged me and kissed my cheek. She looked in a carrier bag and
fished out a top, then she started to peel off her sweatshirt. She
got as far as revealing her tiny breasts before I could stop her.

"I think you'd better get changed in your bedroom."

She looked at me in a funny way.

"Oh, alright."

Elena disappeared with the carrier bags. I hadn't realised that I
was sporting an erection until it started to subside when she
disappeared to get changed. It came back with a vengeance when Elena
reappeared wearing a nightie. It wasn't quite see-through but it
seemed to emphasise as much as it hid. Fortunately the rest of the
clothes weren't as provocative. The assistant had chosen well.

After a light lunch, I settled down with the newspaper and Elena
resumed her avid consumption of literature. There was nothing about
the phosphorescent light, in fact it seemed to be mostly about the
dreadful weather. There were a few snippets of national interest,
leading stock market prices and sports results, but most of the paper
consisted of adverts.

After finishing the paper, I went outside to collect some more wood
for the fire from the wood store. The cabin didn't really need a real
fire for the heat, but somehow it added life to the place and I had a
ready supply of logs from the forest. When I came back in, Elena was
holding the newspaper, She had obviously read it from cover to cover.

"Uncle Frank, could you get this for me?"

Elena was pointing to an advert for a top-of-the-range set of
encyclopedias, costing $5000.

"I'm sorry, Elena, I can't afford it."

Elena covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise. Your civilisation uses money. I must
be using your private allocation. I'll work out a way to repay you."

"That's alright, I'll manage somehow. I'm a part time Ranger for
this area. There's not much to do at this time of year apart from
cursory checks of the campsites, the watchtowers and the fire-breaks.
It gets busy in Summer because we get a lot of visitors. With the
dreadful weather, people are bound to need handymen to carry out
minor repairs."

Elena turned to the stock market prices. 

"You can gamble on these, can't you? My chip has simplified
projection capabilities but they should be more than adequate to
predict share prices."

"I'd need a substantial sum to get started, then I'd have to find a
stockbroker to deal for me. It would be a lot simpler if you could
predict sports results, because there's a place in town where I can
bet on them."

"I should be able to. It won't be as accurate, but if you get as
much information as possible I'll process it."  

The day finished much as the previous, reheated leftover beef stew,
Elena going to bed and me, like an adolescent schoolboy, relieving
myself furtively in the bathroom. 




The next morning Elena was wearing a new outfit, a warm winter
sweater and jeans. They looked good on her, and I felt sure that we
could pass off the uncle/niece pretext.

"I'm going out to get the sports papers. Do you want to ride along?"

"Yes please, Uncle Frank."

I ended up carrying Elena to the 4WD in order not to get her new
trainers dirty. As I drove along, she watched everything avidly,
absorbing every aspect of the way people went about their business. I
didn't go to the mall, but to a small parade of shops which included
a specialist newsagent. I bought every sports paper I could find. I
decided to risk taking Elena into a diner since it was quiet. I
ordered her a milkshake, and a coffee for myself. Elena skimmed
through the papers, but nobody seemed to notice how quickly she was
reading. She drank her milkshake in silence, apparently letting her
chip do it's job.

"The Vikings are strong favorites against the Oilers tonight but I
think they'll lose 10-14. The Vikings are missing their star
quarterback, and the pitch and the weather won't suit their running
game. Although they've lost every game this season, the Oilers have a
strong defence and it should be good enough to prevail in a low
scoring game."

I made a detour on the way home to place a bet. The Oilers were 4-1
and I put $50 on them. That evening I listened to the match on the
radio, and The Oilers triumphed 10-7, a profit of $200. When the
match ended, I seized Elena in a tight bear hug and kissed her
forehead.

"Whoo-hoo, you're a genius! The Oilers won!"

Within a  week, I had enough money to order the encyclopedias and
take Elena to the mall to fit her out properly. When I collected my
winnings, the cashier asked me if I had a system.

"No, I let my 12-year-old niece pick the winners for me."

"Yeah, right," replied the cashier sarcastically.

I realised I would have to spread the bets around in order not to
attract too much attention.





I took Elena to the mall on a weekday, so that the shops wouldn't be
busy. We looked in the store with the loud music, but Elena wrinkled
her nose.

"I don't think this would be a good idea," she said.

At the store where I had bought the first set of clothes, I couldn't
see Mrs Kelly.  Another assistant came up to us.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"I was in here last week buying some clothes for my niece, and Mrs
Kelly was extremely helpful. Is she working today?"

"Yes. I think she's on a break at the moment but I'll let her know
you're here."

The assistant disappeared into a staff entrance, then reappeared a
couple of minutes latter with Mrs Kelly in tow.

I introduced Elena to her.

"Elena, meet Mrs Kelly. She picked out the clothes you're wearing.
Mrs Kelly, this is my niece Elena."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Kelly. Uncle Frank told me how helpful
you were. Please could you help us again?"

Elena had the act off to a tee and she applied the coup de grace
with a winsome smile. Mrs Kelly had no choice but to help us again.

We went down the list ticking off all the items that I didn't get
last time, including some sturdy shoes, walking boots and
Wellingtons. I noticed Mrs Kelly have a quiet word with Elena while
she was on her way to the fitting rooms, so I guessed she was asking
the question about periods again.

Eventually we finished, and I did the same trick as last time, using
the store card to get 10% off then settling up immediately. I thanked
Mrs Kelly for her time.

"It was a pleasure. Such a lovely little girl, so well-mannered. I
do hope her mother gets better soon."

I felt a mild pang of guilt at the deception, but that was soon
forgotten as we carried the purchases back to the 4WD. I had an
inkling of why women enjoy retail therapy so much.

"Let's eat while we're here," I suggested, still mildly euphoric.  

There were several junk food establishments in the mall. I wouldn't
have minded, after all, it was a special occasion, but Elena
expressed dissatisfaction with them all.

"My chip's analysis based on the smell is that the beef they use is
very poor in quality with lots of additives and few in nutrients."

"My chip's analysis is that the meals here are very high in
compounds potentially harmful to this body." 

Finally we came to a vegetarian restaurant, the sort of place I
would normally walk straight past without a second thought.

"My chip's analysis is that the meals here are lacking some
essential nutrients but are basically healthy and safe as part of a
varied diet."

That clinched it for me and we went in. 

Elena chose our main courses. She had something with an exotic name,
but which turned out to be mainly a selection of different types of
beans with pasta in a tomato sauce. For me she chose something that
looked like meat and two veg, but with tofu in place of meat. My meal
tasted rather bland but was quite filling. We sampled each other's
food and Elena's meal was actually quite tasty.


To my surprise, on the way home, the sun broke through the clouds
for the first time in a fortnight, and suddenly the world seemed a
very wonderful place to be.





The encyclopedias arrived in a few days, and Elena started skimming
through them immediately. The improvement in the weather meant that I
had to go out and about, inspecting the forest and its facilities.
Elena wanted to come with me, to see our wildlife at first hand.
Because it was still so wet everywhere I mostly drove round the dirt
trails in the 4WD, but some parts of the forest could only be reach
on foot, and Elena went through the pain of breaking in her hiking
boots.

"My feet have got small sores where the boots have rubbed them," she
complained.

"They're called blisters. It's normal to get them when you start
wearing a new pair of  boots. In a week or so your skin will have
hardened over and they'll seem very comfortable."

"So I'm not causing any damage to this body that would be considered
unusual?"

I showed Elena my feet, pointing out the calluses from all the
walking I had done. Elena gently stroked the hard flesh, then the
softer tissue for comparison. I found the experience rather erotic,
and I had to interrupt her to stop myself getting carried away.

When Elena's boots were broken in, walking became our preferred way
of getting round the forest. We saw much more wildlife than from the
4WD; deer, foxes, squirrels, voles, beetles, ants and much more. The
walks also gave us an opportunity to talk.

For my part, I told Elena how I grew up an only child in the city. I
had gone to college, where I met the girl I thought was the love of
my life. We married straight after college and it was good for a
couple of years because we both had well-paid jobs and we were able
to afford the cabin in the woods as well as our city home. Then she
wanted to start a family and it all started to go wrong. At first we
thought we were unlucky, then we resorted to tests. My wife was
infertile; she could never have children. My wife became cold and
bitter and in retrospect I don't understand why we stayed together as
long as we did. I didn't tell Elena about the underage porn, or my
spying on next door's ten-year-old daughter while she swam in their
pool or sunbathed on their patio.

The divorce was acrimonious and I lost everything, apart from the
cabin in the woods. Despite being a city boy I had always felt at
peace there, and when the local Ranger service offered me a part-time
job that would pay enough to live on, I jumped at it. 

Elena offered her sympathy at what happened.

"I think it's all turned out for the best," I told her. "Without the
divorce, I would probably be a middle-aged burnt-out pen-pusher by
now. And I would never have met you."

"Thanks, Uncle Frank, I'm really glad I met you too."

She leapt on me and hugged me tightly, smothering me with kisses. I
felt the warmth of her body and smelt her freshness and my cock
started to get hard. I forced myself to push her away.

"That's enough to convince the audience."

She looked slightly puzzled and concerned that I had pushed her off,
a look that almost broke my heart. How could I tell her about my true
nature?

I also told Elena about the death of my parents in a car crash three
years ago. They had been my only living relatives, so after their
funeral I no longer had any ties to tempt me away from my solitude.
The pittance I had inherited had just covered the cost of the 4WD.






I asked Elena about other civilizations she had visited, but she was
very unwilling to discuss them because of the possibility of
contamination. However I got the impression that there were a very
large number of civilizations out there, most more advanced than ours.

When I asked Elena about her life story and she was a little more
forthcoming. 

"My people still rely on natural biological bodies for reproduction,
and we raise our young in ways not dissimilar to yours. Our
scientists have discovered how to transfer consciousness from body to
body. When we make contact with a new race, we bio-engineer an
appropriate body, equip it with a chip to take care of skills like
motor functions and language, then transfer an ambassadorial
consciousness to the new body. A few individuals can't handle the
consciousness transfer process and go insane, but there are always
more applicants than positions available. I had to pass some very
tough exams to qualify for the service, as well as proving I could
cope with the transfer of my consciousness. For the duration of long
trips we transfer our consciousness into an interim mechanical host
because they are more resilient. My biological body is currently at
home in suspended animation."

"What does your biological body look like?"

Elena hesitated.

"I shouldn't really answer that. But what I can say is that
conditions under which civilizations develop tend to be rather
similar, and evolution tends to solve similar problems in similar
ways," she explained.

"How long do you live?"

"That's a question I shouldn't and can't answer. When our scientists
discovered how to transfer consciousness to a mechanical host, they
initially postulated that theoretically we could live forever. But
consciousnesses seem to age and degrade, so our moralists passed a
law that no consciousness should be allowed to outlive its biological
body."     

"Do you have problems because of the speed of light and time
dilation?"

"No. Our scientists have discovered a way round that too. I know a
little of the theory, but I couldn't build a spaceship from scratch,
just as you probably couldn't build a car from scratch. Light takes
over four years to reach you from the nearest star to your sun but my
spaceship could travel that distance in an hour at full speed."

Despite the restrictions, the things Elena told me on our walks
certainly gave me a lot to think about.





One day we had an especially productive walk in the woods. Spring
was fast arriving, and with it came migrant woodland birds, with
their beautiful songs. Elena was by now almost through the
encyclopedias and she could name more of the birds than I could.

Arriving back at the cabin, we saw the sheriff's car parked next to
my 4WD. I had a lot of dealings with the sheriff's department because
of my job, so although it was a surprise to see him I wasn't alarmed.
I found the sheriff sitting on my front doorstep smoking a cigarette.

"Hi Joe, good to see you. Will you come in for a beer?"

"Hi Frank. I'm afraid I'm on duty. Perhaps another time."

"What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry, Frank, I'm only doing my job. We've had a complaint that
there's an underage girl living here and you've been molesting her.
I'm sorry, but I've got to investigate."

It could only have been my ex-wife. She was still hounding me, after
all this time. I carefully tried to control my anger. I indicated to
where Elena was standing a few feet behind me.

"My sister's seriously ill in hospital and I'm looking after her kid
for her. Joe, meet my niece Elena."

"I'm sorry Frank, but I have to check. Do you have a number where I
can reach your sister?"

Now I was sunk, since I didn't even have a sister. It even crossed
my mind to kill the sheriff. I knew of plenty of places where I could
dump his body and his car.

"Please mister, don't bother my mommy. She's very ill and I don't
want her to worry about me," piped up Elena.

Then Elena stood on tiptoe and whispered something into the
sheriff's ear. 

"I guess that would be ok," he said to her. "Frank, your niece has
suggested I take her to a doctor to verify that she's a virgin. Is
that ok with you?"

I can only guess at how shocked I looked. I hadn't even considered
that the anatomical correctness of the bio-engineering had stretched
as far as providing the body with a hymen. And I was just as shocked
that Elena had suggested seeing a doctor, bearing in mind the
potential problems of a thorough physical examination.

"If Elena's happy with it. But I'm telling you Joe, I'm really
pissed that you're putting her through this because of the malice of
my ex-wife."

The sheriff went red with embarrassment that I had worked out the
source of the complaint.

"I'm sorry Frank, I have to do it. I know a lady doctor on the far
side of town. I'll make it as quick as I can. And I'll leave the
false allegation on file so that your ex-wife is never taken
seriously again."





The two hours that Elena and the sheriff were gone were the longest
two hours of my life. At last the sheriff's car drove back up my
driveway. I opened the door and Elena rushed into my arms and hugged
me.

"It was conclusive, Frank. Your ex-wife's allegation was completely
unfounded. I'll see if I can charge her with wasting police time."

"Thanks, I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather you let it lie.
The less I have to do with my ex-wife, the better."

"Ok. I'll be seeing you, Frank. Take care."

I was still slightly pissed and very relieved and I still had
Elena's tender young body wrapped around me, so I pointedly avoided
reciprocating.





After dinner, Elena came and sat next to me.

"We need to talk, Frank."

She didn't call me 'uncle', so I suspected I wasn't going to like
what she had to say.

"I've worked out why I was given this body. I know what you do in
the bathroom after I go to bed. I might be asleep, but my ears are
still working and my chip is processing what the body hears. I've
noticed how you push me away when this body makes me get too
affectionate. I know how hard it must be for you not to take
advantage of this body. I want to say I'm sorry for making your life
so difficult, but I think the computer made a good choice of body for
me and I'm lucky to be the guest of such a wonderful person."

A huge weight lifted off me now that Elena knew the truth and didn't
seem to mind, and I burst into tears and hugged her tightly. It was a
few minutes before I could speak.

"That was probably the final straw in my marriage. My wife found out
about my interest in young girls. But I swear I never touched one."

"I believe you. And I trust you. Are you still happy to look after
me until my people come? I'll try not to flaunt this body more than
necessary."

"Yes, yes, thank you," I sobbed.  





Life returned to normal for a couple of days, then one morning as I
was preparing breakfast Elena emerged from her bedroom in her nightie
and dressing gown. Her eyes were red and she was sniffling.

"My computer says I've got a virus," she croaked, "My head and
throat hurt and my nose is excreting disgusting substances."

"Sounds like you've got the flu. You must have caught it from
someone when you went with the sheriff."

"If I had my spaceship I could synthesise an anti-virus. What's your
treatment?"

"Keep warm, drink a lot, rest, some paracetamol for the headache and
about a week of misery. Here's a box of tissues. Go back to bed and
I'll bring you some chicken soup."

I did my rounds of the forest on my own, skimping on the farthest
parts in order to nurse Elena. I really missed her company; even the
bright sunshine and burgeoning birdsong could do nothing to lift the
sense of loneliness. For a couple of days Elena seemed to get worse,
and I was worried that her bio-engineered body wouldn't be able to
develop antibodies to the flu virus. I offered to take her to the
doctor, but we both decided that should be a last resort. Just as she
turned the corner and started to recover, I started showing the
symptoms. It was Elena's turn to take care of me. When I was at my
lowest, Elena had a go at preparing meals. Her chip was able to
analyse nutrition and when various ingredients were cooked, but it
had no idea of what went with what and we ended up with some very
bizarre combinations. Grated carrot and apple omelette?





By the time we were both fully recovered, Spring had arrived with a
vengeance. Spring flowers were bursting out all over the place,
serviced by early bees, and Elena had a new set of wonders to marvel
at on our walks. As the weather grew warmer we shed layers of
clothes, but Elena was always careful to dress in baggy tops and
jeans. 




Once or twice a week I made my trip into town, although it wasn't
often the nearest one these days because of my need to spread the
sports bets around. I stocked up on food and other supplies and made
the sports bets calculated by Elena. Elena didn't always come with me
because she didn't like the crush in busy supermarkets, and I
remember she wasn't with me that fateful day, the day I had been
dreading.

I knew something was wrong as soon as I parked my 4WD outside the
cabin. Elena was waiting for me with a serious look on her face. She
waited until I had unpacked all the shopping before she told me.

"Frank, I've had a signal. There's a survey ship coming to pick me
up. It will be here tomorrow evening."

"That's wonderful," I lied, "you must be delighted that you'll be
with your own people again, and back in your own body."

"I'm not sure. I've missed my people and my natural body really
badly, but I've really enjoyed my time here and I'll miss you."

I burst into tears and hugged her tightly. Despite the clothing
between us, I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. My
cock rose to erection, and although I knew Elena could feel it, I
didn't push her away. We stayed like that for a long time, holding
each other motionlessly for comfort. I was the one to ruin the moment.

"I'd better get dinner on. I don't want your people to say I starved
you."

When I pulled away, I saw that Elena too had been crying.

I cooked dinner, and we ate in silence, not tasting anything. While
I washed up, Elena skimmed the sports pages so that her chip could
generate a final set of predictions.





At last it was Elena's bedtime. I prepared a nightcap while she got
ready for bed. Dressed in her nightie and dressing gown and holding
her hot milk in her hand, Elena came and sat next to me.

"Frank, ..."

It always worried me when she started by calling me 'Frank' rather
than 'Uncle Frank'.

"... my chip says that this body is a bit too young for sex, and I
know it's taboo in your culture at this age, but this body
desperately wants you to make love to it. Please. I'd love to know
what it feels like, and tonight is my last chance."

I picked up Elena's slender body and carried her into her bedroom.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lowered my head towards
her and kissed her on the lips. We kissed awkwardly for a couple of
minutes but Elena was a quick learner and when I pushed at her lips
with my tongue she parted them and let me in. I licked the incredible
sweetness of her lips, then our tongues touched and intertwined. We
stayed like that for a long time, exploring each other's mouths and
enjoying the sweetness. 

My arms started to tire, so I put Elena on the bed and lay down
beside her. She wriggled out of her dressing gown, leaving only her
nightie and panties. I let my hands flow over Elena's body, exploring
every curve and hollow. My cock was tenting the front of my pants
like a flagpole. Elena lowered her hands to my zipper and released
it. She held my cock curiously, her hot grasp a kind of delicious
agony.

"Gently rub it up and down," I instructed her 

I groaned as Elena started to pump my cock. I wasn't going to last
long.

"I'm going to cum," I warned her.

To my surprise Elena lowered her head to my groin and took the head
of my cock in her mouth. I came almost immediately, shooting my semen
to the back of her throat. Elena swallowed every drop.

"My chip says it's very nutritious, full of micro-nutrients such as
zinc."

My erection softened, but not completely. Elena looked disappointed.

"Have I blown it?" she asked.

I couldn't help but laugh at the unintended pun.

"No, but it will take me a while to recover before I can ejaculate
again."

I got off the bed and undressed, discarding my clothes anywhere in
my haste. I lay down beside Elena again. I gently peeled her nightie
up and over her head, leaving her naked apart from her panties.

I explored Elena's body again, this time with my lips. She sighed
with pleasure when I kissed her budding breasts, and sucked her
nipples into my mouth.

"That feels good. Don't stop."

I played with Elena's tiny breasts for several minutes. They were so
small I could suck a whole breast into my mouth, but Elena seemed
more aroused when I just sucked her nipples. I wondered if I could
make her cum just by sucking alternately on each nipple while
massaging the other breast with my hand. As my cock came back to
life, I switched my attention lower. I ran my hands up her silky
smooth thighs until I reached the crotch of her panties. I slid a
finger inside and felt between her labia. She was damp. I lifted her
hips off the bed and slid her panties all the way down her legs and
over her feet. Then I worked my way back up, kissing her ankles, her
calves, her knees, her outer thighs, her inner thighs, at last
arriving at her pussy.

I pierced Elena's labia with my tongue, savouring the taste of her
moistness and causing her to gasp with pleasure. I prised Elena's
labia apart with my fingers, revealing the moist nub of her clit
peeking out at me. I sucked it into my mouth and Elena squealed with
pleasure. I lapped at the clit gently with my tongue while testing
Elena's cunt with a finger - she indeed had an intact hymen.

I switched to gently circling Elena's clit with my tongue. I could
hear Elena sighing in time with my rhythm. I slowly increased the
pace and Elena's sighs, turning into low moans, kept time with me.
Sensing Elena was about to cum, I switched to flicking the glans of
her clit with the tip of my tongue. Elena went rigid for an instant,
then her stomach muscles pulsated as the orgasm swept over her, to
the accompaniment of a loud squeal. 

"That was amazing," gasped Elena when she got her breath back, "Can
we make love properly now?"

I rolled over onto my back. My erection was now painfully hard and I
was leaking a little precum.

"It will be painful because your hymen is intact. Kneel on top of me
then you can control the penetration."

Elena came and knelt over my groin, facing me. She had to shuffle
around a bit before she got into the right position, then she grasped
my cock and positioned the head between her labia. Slowly Elena
lowered herself until the head met the obstruction of her hymen.

"You can stop anytime you want. I'll understand."

"No, I want to do this."

Elena steeled herself then thrust down hard. She screamed as my cock
burst through her hymen. All her muscles tensed, and I saw tears
welling in her eyes. A little trickle of blood leaked from her cunt
and dripped onto my groin. As Elena became accustomed to the pain,
she forced herself further down until I was all the way in and my
thighs were bearing her weight. The heat and tightness of Elena's
cunt meant that I was close to cumming, but Elena clearly wasn't. I
started making upwards thrusting motions with my hips so that my
groin would nudge Elena's clit. It seemed to work, as Elena started
sighing in response. I used my free hands to massaged Elena's tiny
breasts and squeeze her nipples, and Elena's sighs turned to moans. I
increased the tempo of my thrusting and as Elena squealed with
orgasm, the throbbing of her cunt round my cock dragged me over the
threshold and I came too, firing gobs of sperm onto her cervix.

Elena collapsed, panting, on top of me. I hugged her tightly. My
deflated cock slipped out of Elena's cunt. The remnants of a box of
tissues lay next to the bed and I used several to mop up the blood,
juices and semen as best I could.

"Good thing you're leaving tomorrow," I commented, "otherwise we'd
have had to worry about birth control."

Elena's response was to smile and mock-punch my arm.  

"No need. I haven't started my periods yet and according to my chip,
I wouldn't have done for another couple of months."

We fell asleep still holding each other.





When I woke next morning, I felt disoriented at not waking in my
usual bed. Then the events of last night came back to me. Elena was
still asleep, lying on her back. She looked so beautiful and
peaceful, lying there, that it made my heart ache. I gently brushed
aside some hairs that had strayed across her face. Then I couldn't
stop, and my hands carried on down, lightly brushing over her firm,
warm body.

"I'm still sore from last night," said Elena with a smile, making me
start guiltily because I hadn't noticed her waking up, "but I can
take care of that for you."

She maneuvered round on the bed to give herself access to the raging
hard on that she had indicated, and lying on her stomach, she took my
cock in her hands and started pumping. I grasped her firmly round the
waist and lifted her on top of me, with a leg either side of my head,
then I pulled her slightly towards me until her pussy was in range of
my tongue. I parted Elena's labia and inserted my tongue, searching
out her clit. She was already slightly moist and her clit was ready
and waiting for me. I really loved playing with Elena's clit, and the
effect that it had on her. Elena was way ahead of me though, and when
she popped the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking, I
was lost, and pumped my sperm towards her eagerly swallowing throat.

I parted Elena's labia with my fingers, and lapped at her clit with
my tongue. Elena started sighing in response. As I had last night, I
switched to gently circling Elena's clit with my tongue. As I slowly
increased the pace, Elena's sighs gradually turned into moans. When I
sensed Elena was just about to cum, I stopped.

"And what would madam like for breakfast this morning?" I asked in a
hoity-toity accent.

"You beast," Elena screamed at me, mock-punching my thighs in
frustration.

I resumed circling Elena's clit with my tongue again, and again her
sighs turned to moans as her arousal grew. I couldn't resist the
temptation and again I stopped just before orgasm.

"Sorry, did you say bacon and eggs?"

Elena screamed at me again, and more mock-punches rained down on me,
fortunately not on the sensitive parts. I resumed my ministrations to
Elena's clit. My tongue was getting rather tired and Elena's juices
were dribbling down my chin so this time, just as Elena was on the
verge of cumming, I closed my lips round her little rosebud and gave
it a long, hard suck. Elena came so long and hard I thought she'd
never stop. Afterwards, she lay on top of me, panting with exertion.

"That was a nice way to start the morning," said Elena, when she had
recovered her breath.





We shared the shower, gently soaping each other's bodies then
rinsing each other clean. After a vigorous towelling to dry
ourselves, I set about preparing breakfast,

"How do you want to spend your last day?" I asked.

"I'd like to walk through the forest for the last time to say
goodbye."

It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly, but there
was a sense of wrongness about it. The birdsong seemed flat, the
flowers pallid and the animals seemed to be avoiding us. We didn't
say much, there didn't seem much to say. 

We took a packed lunch with us and ate at one of the picnic places.
Despite the weather, it was deserted.

The sombre mood continued all the way back to the cabin. We had
walked a very long way, we were hot and sticky and it was getting
towards evening.

"Do you want some dinner before you go?" I asked.

"No thank you. The ship should be here soon. But I'd like to take a
shower."

Elena disappeared into the shower, and I set about preparing dinner
for myself. A few minutes later, Elena reappeared looking suitably
refreshed.

"Frank, I've just heard from the ship. It will be here in about half
an hour. I'm still feeling sore but I want to feel you inside me
again."

I practically tore Elena's jeans and panties off, then I unzipped
and released my engorged cock. I lifted Elena up and lowered her onto
my cock. She wrapped her legs round my back, taking some of the
weight. She winced as my cock slid in all the way.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!"

I held Elena steady then pulled my hips back so my cock slid
partially out, then thrust back in. Despite her discomfort, Elena
pushed down to meet my thrust. Our rhythm grew faster and faster and
ever more frantic until we were sweating with the exertion. Elena
came first, her orgasm triggering mine. After we were spent, I
lowered her gently to the ground.

"I guess I'd better get cleaned up," panted Elena, indicating the
semen and juices trickling down her thighs.

She picked up her jeans and panties and headed back to the bathroom.
When she emerged she still looked flustered.

"The spaceship's here. It's picking me up at the same clearing where
I crashed. Please stay indoors because it might not be safe. You
should see a white flash, after which we will have gone." 

Elena wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I bent down and
kissed her on the forehead.

"Thanks for everything Frank, it's been a privilege to know you."

"No, the privilege is mine, Elena. Will you remember me after you've
left?"

"Yes, always. I love you Frank, and there will always be a place for
you in my heart."

"I love you too, Elena."

Tears trickled down her cheeks. Then she pulled away from me and
dashed out the door. After about 10 minutes a phosphorescent white
flash lit the cabin. I waited a while then went outside to the
clearing. There, in a neat pile, were the clothes Elena had been
wearing. She had arrived with nothing and left with nothing. I picked
up the clothes and carried them back to the cabin, where I sorted
them for laundering. Then it hit me that she'd never wear them again,
and I burst into tears.

I can't remember much of the next 24 hours. I think I slept some and
I probably had something to eat and I definitely cried a lot. I
didn't do my rounds of the forest.





I awoke with a start. I was lying on my bed and from the dim light
outside, evening was falling. Something had awoken me, but I didn't
know what. Then a thought seemed to come into my head.

<<Come to the clearing, Frank.>>

Was I dreaming? I was tempted to turn over and try to doze some
more, but somehow the thought had seemed important.

I put on my boots and made my way to the clearing where I had first
encountered Elena. When I reached it, a column of phosphorescent
light descended from the sky. When my vision accustomed itself to the
light, I saw a beautiful woman suspended in the beam, floating about
a foot above the ground. She looked exactly like I imagined an angel,
except for having no wings.

<<Thanks for coming Frank.>>

The thought had somehow appeared straight in my head. Instinctively
I knew this was Elena.

"You've generated another image to get my sympathy, haven't you?"

<<Yes, Frank. I have a problem and I need your help again.>>

"What is it?"

She had broken my heart, yet I would do anything she asked.

<<When my consciousness was recovered, the body that hosted me
should have reverted to an empty shell, ready to be broken down and
re-engineered. Something has happened that has never been recorded
before. Somehow the brain became contaminated by our experiences and
our thoughts and the body has developed a consciousness of its own.
It is impossible for me to take her with me even though our
scientists would love to examine a discovery of this significance,
nor am I now permitted to re-engineer the body. She says she loves
you and wants to live with you permanently. Please can I leave her
with you, to take care of as you took care of me?>>

My heart leapt.

"Yes, I'd love to have her."

<<Thank you. She will no longer have the computer chip in her brain
so any testing will reveal a perfectly normal little girl. She will
remember everything about our time together, although my existence
will seem unreal and dreamlike to her. I will return with her
shortly.>>

"What about the authorities?"

<<I have run projections on the difficulties they might give you and
I have fabricated some documents that should cover all eventualities.
There is a death certificate for your sister, a birth certificate for
Elena, papers proving that you have adopted Elena at your sister's
request, and adoption papers for your sister proving that the two of
you were not biologically related. When she is old enough you can
marry Elena if you both so wish. And to cover the cost of looking
after her, half a million dollars in small notes that won't show up
as stolen or forged.>>

"Thank you," I gasped.

The woman and the column of phosphorescent light disappeared for a
few seconds, then reappeared. This time the woman was carrying the
naked supine body of Elena and a thick wad of paper. She beckoned me
into the light, where she handed me Elena's body and the papers.

"Will I see you again?" I asked.

<<Probably not, but my colleagues will be keeping a close eye on
your civilisation from now. Your people are unruly and emotional but
capable of so much beauty.>>

The woman and the column of light disappeared again, this time for
good. Elena started to stir in my arms, shivering.

"Where am I, Uncle Frank? Who was that lady?"

"It's ok, sweetheart. You've been dreaming. You're safe now. I'm
taking you home."
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