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Bianca
by Brody (no address provided)

***

The story of a teen who grows up close to her aunt 
who is only 8 years older than she is. But then she 
falls in love with her uncle and marries him. (mf-
teen, youths, inc, 1st, oral, voy, rom, preg?)

***

Author's Note: This story starts out by telling my 
life as a child. Nothing sexy or sexual happens then. 
It's all background to let you, the reader, know how 
much I loved my aunt and how we did nearly everything 
together. Nothing sexual ever happened till I was at 
least 14. And then it was only voyeuristic. But, boy 
how a few years changed everything. This is the story 
of how I ended up falling in love with my uncle and 
marrying him. 

Standard disclaimer: don't read this if you aren't 
supposed to. All details here are fiction and involve 
no real resemblance to any real person, living or 
dead. Unless you want to believe that they are real. 
But that's totally up to you.

***

Chapter 1

I grew up very close to my aunt. Aunt Winnie was 
eight years older than I was since she was the 
youngest of that family's five children. My Dad was 
the oldest of the children and went off and got 
married while Winnie was only five years old. Since 
we lived in the same town as Grandma and Grandpa 
(Dad's parents), when I was born Winnie treated me 
like her own little sister or living play doll named 
Bianca. And I grew up adoring her and wanting to be 
just like her. I now know that a lot of why Winnie 
spent so much time with me was that she only had 
brothers. (Much later I remember Grandma and Grandpa 
talking with my parents and Grandpa joked, "We kept 
trying till we had a girl." Grandma responded, "And I 
think we scored very well on that account, don't 
you?")

I remember playing little games like when I learned 
that she really was my Aunt, I would called her 
"Aunt." Winnie thought that was weird so she would 
call me "Niece." I thought that was the funniest 
thing ever and busted up in giggles. From then on we 
would refer to each other by those dry formal labels 
when we were being funny.

I have a recollection of Winnie being worried about 
going off to junior high. Keep in mind, I hadn't even 
gone to kindergarten yet, so I was probably making it 
a bigger deal than it really was. I remember my Mom 
talking with her in the kitchen one afternoon after 
Winnie got home from elementary, trying to encourage 
her.

"It's not really that bad, honey," Mom said.

I don't think that Winnie believed her but she 
suddenly saw me and put on a happier face. "You're 
probably right."

I made a bee-line for her and pulled her into my room 
to tell her the news that I just found out that 
morning. "I'm gonna be a big sister!"

Winnie squealed with delight and said, "Really?"

I nodded then watched rather disappointedly as Winnie 
ran back out to talk with my Mom again. I had a lot 
to learn about little babies. First and foremost, it 
was not all about me. Second, I would be demoted. 
That loss of attention would have been a serious 
bummer if Winnie hadn't still been *my* de facto 
older sister.

But the next year as it came *MY* turn to go off to 
school, Winnie's unnamed fear gripped me. My Mom 
tried to talk me through what school was like, but it 
did little good. Winnie was then drafted to talk me 
through how much fun kindergarten would be, be I was 
still nervous and scared.

"I was a little scared going off to junior high last 
year," WInnie finally said. "But I shouldn't have 
been. I guess I was just a fraidy-cat of the 
unknown."

I looked at her hard. "I'm not a fraidy-cat."

"It's okay. We're all afraid sometimes."

Then she picked me up. I just knew she was going to 
tickle me. Usually that was something fun, but I 
think I really wanted to stay in a funk. "Noooo!" I 
screamed.

Winnie still held me and I finally realized that she 
wasn't holding me to tickle but just to hold me. 
"What if I could go with you," she said softly as I 
stopped struggling.

"With me?" What she said slowly seeped into my 
understanding.

"Yeah, lemme go ask your Mom if that'd be cool."

She sat me back down then ran off to find my Mom. I 
distinctly remember having two feelings wash over me: 
a feeling of joy that Winnie would come with me and a 
feeling of abandonment as Winnie ran away from me.

I finally sprang into action and ran through the 
house to find where Winnie went. I found her talking 
with my Mom in the laundry room.

"Would you like that?" Mom asked, as I stopped at the 
doorway. "Would you like Winnie to go with you on the 
first day of kindergarten?"

I nodded and Winnie picked me up and swung me around. 
I remember Mom telling us that we'd still have to 
talk to my grandparents--Winnie's mom and dad--but 
she thought it would be a big plus for Winnie's "sue 
me" or something. (Later I found out that the word 
was actually "resume.")

So Mom and Winnie took me to school that first day. 
Mom stayed back and took care of the paperwork as 
well as held my new little brother, Michael, while 
Winnie led me around by the hand. Another little girl 
was there she seemed rather sure of herself even 
though she was not obviously with any family. She 
came up to me and said, "I'm Emma. Who are you?"

"Bianca," I whispered shyly.

Emma looked up at Winnie who was still holding my 
hand. "Is she your mom?" She had turned her face 
sideways and wrinkled her eyebrows.

I laughed. "No, this is Winnie. She's my aunt."

"Oh," Emma said then leaned forward and whispered in 
my ear, "She's pretty!"

I laughed again and nodded. "And she's almost like my 
sister."

"Wanna go play?" Emma asked.

I looked up at Winnie. "Sure go ahead. It's part of 
what kindergarten is all about."

And then I was busy playing and being introduced to 
the teacher and the other students and the next thing 
I knew, it was time to go home. Mom and Winnie picked 
me up and I rode in the back seat next to little 
Michael. I fell asleep on the couch almost 
immediately after coming home.

Winnie had the opportunity to bring me to her school 
once--not for the whole day, but as part of her 
health class where they had several different aged 
kids come in. I think I was the oldest and I sure 
don't remember much except coloring and a lot of kids 
Winnie's age looking at me and asking questions.

"I liked the girl with the red hair," I told Winnie 
after school.

"Bethany? Yeah, she's really sweet. She has four 
younger siblings."

"Siblings?"

"That means brothers or sisters," Winnie explained. 
"Her youngest brothers are twins."

"Twins?"

"Uh-huh. Two children born at the same time. They 
share birthdays."

Suddenly I recalled them talking about twins while I 
was there in the class. "Were the twins there?"

"Yep. Andy and Cody. Those were Bethany's brothers."

We shared many more things growing up. Winnie would 
tell me of football games and boys who were flirting. 
One afternoon she came over to show me something new.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A new shirt! Wanna see?"

Of course I did. Anything Winnie thought was exciting 
absolutely had to be the best thing ever. She pulled 
it out of her backpack and held it out. It was a 
beautiful black tee shirt with iridescent green, blue 
and orange lines that converged together to make a 
butterfly. It was so pretty!

"Put it on!" I exclaimed.

She walked down the hall to my room and I followed. 
At first it didn't make sense why she'd want to use 
my room to change. But I was just in first grade and 
she in ninth--a vast world of differences in 
appropriate and sense of privacy.

"Close the door?" she pointed as I entered.

I complied not completely understanding the gulf 
between prepubescent and adolescent. I turned around 
as she was slipping her shirt over her head. She had 
a bra! She had a pink bra with little red hearts on 
it. 

I must have being staring the whole time while Winnie 
slipped one off and whipped the other on. She 
smoothed out the shirt and said, "Whadchya think?"

I kinda snapped out of my stare to actually look at 
her tee shirt. "It's pretty." She spun around once 
then I added, "But you got boobs?"

Winnie laughed and sat down on my bed. "Yes, I do. 
Are you surprised?"

I nodded, not really knowing what to think. I guess 
that I had always thought of Winnie as my big sister 
and that she was a lot like me and since we didn't 
play naked games or anything, that thought never 
crossed my mind.

"Well, whadchya think?"

"Of your boobs?"

She nodded.

"They're pretty," I said. "I like your pink bra."

Winnie actually blushed a little. Now, at this point, 
I should explain what we looked like. My grandparents 
(Winnie's Mom and Dad) were both part Japanese. That 
meant that I was a little Japanese too. It didn't 
show up much in me other than dark hair. 

Winnie looked, however, more like a little porcelain 
Japanese doll: light brown skin, jet black hair that 
was straight and quite thick and full, dark brown 
eyes that were slightly almond in shape and a thin 
figure that at age thirteen or fourteen had only 
recently undergone a touch from the Estrogen Fairy. 
Me? I got the dark hair and the thin frame, but my 
hair was curly and when long it was difficult to 
manage. My eyes were green with little flecks of 
yellow throughout. I was one of the taller girls in 
my class but skinny as a rail--at age six, I was 
still years away from and womanly development.

"Can I see 'em again?" I asked.

"You've seen your Mom's before haven't you?"

I nodded. It was true. I had seen her nursing my 
brother and I had roamed into her room from time to 
time while she was dressing. But for some reason it 
never captured my attention before. Winnie's did 
though.

"Why do you want to see 'em?" Winnie asked.

I shrugged. "They're pretty?"

"Okay, silly." She brushed the top of my head and 
mussed my hair up then slipped her new tee shirt up 
and over her head again. "There. What do you think?"

"Pretty." I still remember standing there in front of 
her hardly breathing, her assets ensconced in those 
pretty pink cups just below my eye level and my hands 
in front of my face. 

"Will I get boobs?" I was seriously taken by how pert 
they were, standing out in front of her chest like 
that. Mom's were industrial strength and heavy, 
filled with milk and sagging. Winnie's were young and 
very anti-gravity, floating, almost, above the ground 
in defiance to the laws of nature. They were 
absolutely beautiful!

"Yes, silly. You already got 'em. They just haven't 
grown any yet."

"I got boobs?"

"Sure, pull your shirt up."

I pulled mine over my hear then flinched as she 
touched one nipple. She laughed then I giggled.

"I didn't mean to tickle you," she said. "I was just 
pointing to the start of what you have. They'll grow 
soon enough."

I looked down and saw the flat expanse of my chest 
with many ribs visible. But I also saw the tiny 
points of the pre-tits. I guess that I had never made 
the connection all the way that those little tips 
would turn into real boobs.

"Hey, you wanna try on my bra for a moment?"

I nodded and was probably smiling ear to ear.

She unhooked her bra, it was a front hook, and then 
quickly shrugged it off. I remember staring at her 
naked boobs -- uncovered and beautiful in their 
display. When I had seen my Mom's tits on display 
many times, they had always been large and ponderous 
and sagging -- pointing downward in a sign of decay, 
as it were. But Winnie's were shapely, upright, and 
definitely pointing upward and outwards. I stared at 
their roundness and their beautiful conic shape as 
well as the graceful point that capped each.

Suddenly, I realized that Winnie was behind me and 
wrapping her bra around my young body. I looked down 
and thrilled as I saw the pink bra wrap around my 
chest. It was obviously too large, but Winnie let me 
imagine and pretend. I hooked the front clasp and 
wondered what it would be like to have boobs sticking 
out in front like that. Than as quick as it started, 
it was over.

I don't think that my Mom ever learned of that 
encounter.

Winnie love to brush my hair as much as I loved to 
sit and have her brush it. She found so many new ways 
to tame my sometimes wild and curly hair. By first 
grade my hair was long--down almost to the small of 
my back. Mom just knew if she cut my hair short it 
would boing up (her words) because there'd be no 
extra weight of all the long hair holding it down. So 
Winnie would come up with braiding tricks that would 
hold my hair in place and be pretty elegant at the 
same time.

When she was in tenth grade, she also told me that a 
boy in her class was rather interested in her. 
Frankly, I couldn't imagine boys being interested in 
girls or girls wanting to be interested in boys. I 
was in second grade by then and saw how the boys 
played at recess: rough and tumble, exclusive of the 
girls or quite ready to chase and bother the girls. 
Winnie told me to ignore the boys and they wouldn't 
bother me as much. It generally worked. But I think 
it was that counsel that made me wonder why she 
wasn't ignoring the boy who was interested in her.

Also when she was in tenth (and I was in second) Mom 
had another baby--little Olivia. I was old enough to 
help take care of the babies now and saw firsthand 
the difference between boys and girls. Mom did a good 
job to answer my questions without going too far, but 
I was intrigued by the differences and so asked 
Winnie about it once.

"Oh, there are differences, Bianca," she replied with 
a smile on her face. "And you know the major reason 
for those differences is to make babies. Make sure 
that you never play around with just any guy. Save 
yourself for the most special guy. If he's special 
enough, he'll be willing to wait for you."

I didn't understand everything she meant then, but 
the concept of waiting stuck with me all throughout 
my years till I *did* find the most perfect man 
possible.

At the end of her high school years, I had just 
finished my fourth grade and I was heart-broken to 
learn that my dear Aunt Winnie would be going off to 
college in a (fairly) distant city. Winnie promised 
me that she would write me and email me often. Mom 
and Dad allowed me an email account that they 
monitored and life was okay. Winnie would write and I 
would respond; or I would write then Winnie would 
reply. Things slowed down and Mom gently explained to 
me how busy college life was--Winnie had classes, and 
tests and friends and studying and all sorts of other 
commitments. She would respond to me as she could.

I would initially fret and worry that I was losing my 
dear friend and sister, Winnie; but suddenly, as soon 
as she responded, whether by email or text (yes, I 
got a cell phone in fifth grade) or by social media, 
all was roses and we were connecting as if there had 
been no interruption at all.

Mom smiled and pointed out that she had told me so.

Eighth grade was a continuation of seventh grade 
awkwardness. I didn't really need a bra unless I had 
a thin tee shirt--and that was only to keep the 
pokies from showing. But I needed to wear a bra 
because someone got the bright idea in her head (yes, 
I really think it was a girl that started it.) to go 
up and pat a girl on the back and make small talk and 
fell if she had a bra on then broadcast their 
findings to everyone else. Seriously. And guys got 
wind of it and would have all sorts of cat calls and 
rude comments. Of course, they would make rude 
comments regardless of what a girl was wearing, but 
it was worse if there was no bra. And the fact that I 
had no assets to encase within a bra only made their 
comments and imaginations run worse.

At the end of my eighth grade, Winnie graduated from 
her University--with honors, I was told. She came 
home and was suddenly abuzz about this certain guy 
that she had met. My Mom and Dad were nodding and 
appreciative of what she was saying. Grandma and 
Grandpa smiled and got a little misty-eyed. I was 
afraid and upset.

But Winnie took me aside and whispered gently, 
"Bianca, don't worry. It's like when I was afraid of 
going to seventh grade. There was nothing to fear. 
And you, when you went off to kindergarten? There was 
nothing to be afraid of, right?" She hugged me and I 
melted into her embrace. "There's nothing to worry 
about. It will be different, but okay. Can you trust 
me in that?"

I finally returned her hug and whispered, "I really 
don't want to lose you, Winnie."

"You aren't loosing me, niece," she whispered 
playfully.

"I sure hope not, aunt," I replied then hugged her 
again tightly.

The wedding took place in the spring of my ninth 
grade year. Winnie was absolutely beautiful. Her 
groom, James, was very handsome too. I was not the 
maid of honor--but only because I was not of age yet-
-Winnie made sure to tell me that several times. I 
remember walking up the aisle with one of James' 
friends. 

I felt so grown up and important and awesomely 
beautiful. I mean, Winnie was extremely beautiful, 
but each of her bride's maids were incredibly decked 
out. And to walk up the aisle holding onto the arm of 
a handsome gentleman who was decked out in regal 
garb! Wow! Little girl dreams came to life that day!

I did cry as Winnie left with James. I passively let 
him hug me but when Winnie hugged me, I nearly broke 
down in tears.

"Don't cry, niece," she whispered. "James loves you 
almost as much as I do. You don't know how much I've 
told him already about us. You'll get to visit us. 
Often. Okay?"

I pulled out of my downward spiraling funk, mostly 
because I didn't want to ruin Winnie's big day. Also, 
James asked to dance with me at the reception. That 
was a huge thing and a big honor. The groom didn't 
ask just anybody. I was among a small handful that he 
danced with. And he whispered to me as we traipsed 
around the dance floor, "I know just how much you 
love Winnie. I want you to be part of our family. 
Please come and visit us. Okay?"

I leaned on his shoulder and quietly cried.

But Winnie went off with her new husband to the West 
Coast. Seattle, specifically. And I had to go back to 
my life as a high school student--without my dear 
Winnie nearby.



Chapter 2

My Mom was right. Winnie had her own life to live, 
she had new things to get used to and a new 
neighborhood to get acquainted with. But it was hard 
at first. It was as if part of my own body was ripped 
away.

I focused my life on school and academics probably 
because of Winnie. My Dad was very similar to his 
dad. Both men were adept in mechanical aptitude and 
loved working with tools. Grandpa was a shop foreman 
till he retired. My Dad took two years of instruction 
at a local community college, perfected his welding 
and metal machining skills then got a job and a wife 
and then me a couple of years later. I think he is 
one of the most gifted men in terms of seeing a hunk 
of metal and imagining how he could tool it to fit 
the need. Or he could imagine a new type of tool 
entirely that would perfect for their job and then 
just make it from scratch.

But Winnie was the studious one of her family. She 
graduated from high school as salutatorian and went 
to college, pursued a degree in mechanical 
engineering got a job and a husband and maintained a 
well-rounded social life. So I applied myself to 
studying and I even allowed myself the dream that 
maybe I would apply to a university out in Seattle to 
be closer to my dear Winnie.

We did go visit Winnie and Jim (James was only used 
in formal settings). They had a small apartment but 
made room for all five of us: Mom, Dad, me and my 
brother and little sister. The newlyweds vacated 
their bed for Mom and Dad and slept on the cushions 
in the living room. The three kids slept on pads 
under the kitchen table. Seriously! Their place was 
that small!

I woke up the second night. I wasn't sure why at 
first. I lay on the kitchen floor next to the table 
and listened. I heard Mike and Livie (my younger 
siblings) breathing next to me under the table. I 
turned and lay on my back and I heard it again coming 
from the living room.

I turned my head and lifted slightly to hear better, 
then felt an awkward sense of realization when I hear 
that the noise was coming from the living room floor 
where Winnie and Jim were sleeping. Only they weren't 
sleeping. There was just a hint of light that showed 
they still had their blankets on, but there was 
obviously some motion and commotion happening.

I felt a sense of embarrassment at first, then I 
started wondering what making out and making love was 
all about. Oh, sure, I knew the basics and knew the 
slang terms for a lot of it, but I had never seen an 
actual adult male penis and never one that was 
actively engorged or embedded in a woman's vagina.

I began thinking about all those technical terms and 
dry medical descriptions and started wondering what 
the actual process would feel like. I felt a gnawing 
churning deep in my belly and for some reason my 
little nipples tingled.

Now I should give an updated description of myself at 
this time. It was the middle of my ninth grade year, 
I was fourteen and still skinny as a rail. I did have 
breasts -- or at least breast tissue: small narrow 
mounds capped by areola that were a little narrower 
than the mound itself. There was a large open expanse 
between my breasts and my ribs were still visible. 

I sometimes stood in front of the mirror after my 
shower and compared myself to what I knew women 
looked like under their clothes. My friend Emma and I 
had stumbled across some boys when we were in junior 
high. They were staring and laughing and pointing at 
a magazine but they stashed it in the trash when a 
teacher came around.

We were curious; Emma took the magazine and stuffed 
it in her backpack and we viewed it when we got to 
her home after school. It was an issue of Playboy. I 
suppose nothing way out there, but to young boys, 
seeing all those tits and asses and pussies, it was a 
horny-toad's dream! Those women all had huge tits. 
They all had ample hair around their pussies and when 
you *did* see their actual pussy, it would have long 
inner lips that "spilled out gracefully like a petal 
opening up in the sun." (That quote was from the 
magazine. I didn't make that up!)

So I knew what a woman looked like when she was grown 
up. I had seen my Mom and even Winnie in the buff--
they had hair downstairs and decent size boobs. At 
least I had one view of what a woman looked like.

But my boobs were dinky! My friend Emma (yes, I had 
known her since kindergarten!) had much bigger boobs 
than I did. At the beginning of ninth grade she was 
almost a C cup. Me? I was still in the "Double A" 
department -- just one little step up from a beginner 
bra that cupped and held nothing but imagination and 
a promise. 

And downstairs, I had two pussy lips that revealed 
nothing from within, no cute inner lips peeking out -
- at least that I could see, and I did look 
occasionally with my hand mirror -- plus a very small 
downy patch of pubic hair on my pussy mound. Emma had 
a bush and was already trimming it and shaving it to 
keep it manageable. Winnie told me that I had nothing 
to worry about--it would all come in good time--but I 
really wondered sometimes. The fairy that brought 
girlie-ness was really late to show up on my door 
step. I hoped that she knew where I lived.

I heard the rustling of the blankets and sheets from 
the living room and a grunt. I knew technically what 
was happening. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine. 
I had heard that guys like girls' boobs and love to 
touch them--even lick them! I lightly touched mine 
under my long shirt and was amazed at how rigid the 
little nipples were and also how sensitive they were. 
I touched one and the other tingled and I felt 
something pull deep within my abdomen.

I couldn't believe the feelings that stirred within 
my groin and my belly. I kept touching my breasts and 
fondling my nipples and felt explosive feelings 
within my abdomen and pussy. I couldn't believe the 
sensations that I was feeling in my groin. My pussy 
was almost alive and exploding with energy. I put one 
hand down to touch my burning cunt fire. I could 
hardly believe the warmth and wetness that I felt. My 
pussy lips were hot and wet. They smoldered with a 
fire that I did not understand. My fingers slipped 
within my pussy lips and I thrilled at the sensation 
they evoked.

One hand remained touching my small breast and 
rubbing the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. 
The other hand played in my pussy: forefinger and 
ring finger resting on my outer pussy lips, tugging 
them apart while the middle finger rubbed the little 
bump at the top of my slit.

Now I had diddled myself before. It was always nice 
and generally pleasurable, but nothing really to 
write home about. A little thrill and a little nice 
feeling as much as you'd get by brushing your hair. 
But that night was way different. I was already far 
past any feelings that I had ever experienced before.

I heard Winnie grunt in a rhythmic fashion. I 
imagined that Jim was slamming his dick in and out of 
her pussy and she was thrilling at the power of each 
thrust. Okay, that was my words now, years later, but 
at the time I understood that she was getting slammed 
hard with his onslaught.

My imaginations grew more and more randy. I tried 
hard to envision a dick slipping in and out of a 
vagina. I had a few sterile pictures in my head but I 
know now that it was nothing close to reality. Yet 
somehow, it was enough to bring me even closer to the 
edge.

The finally shove came when I heard the rhythmic 
grunting and sheet-rustling replaced by a moan--a 
distinctly feminine moan then a deep, masculine grunt 
and sigh. I knew that my aunt and uncle just achieved 
orgasmic bliss. Suddenly the concept of *orgasm* 
loomed large on my horizon then crashed hard upon my 
body. I felt the rush of the climax as it washed over 
me and occupied every muscle in my body, causing 
everything to contract or spasm in ways I had never 
felt before. It was all I could do to keep from 
grunting or moaning. I do remember hearing a squeak 
as my breath squeezed out.

Finally it was over and I lay there with my one hand 
still lightly touching the area of my breast just 
next to my areola and the other hand cupping my 
pussy. I fell asleep shortly after that.

*

I awoke with the early gray light of dawn peeking in 
through the window coverings. I slowly oriented 
myself to where I was then listened to the sounds 
around me. In the living room I heard a small rustle 
and a few grunts. I turned my head and pulled the 
blanket over my face so that I was mostly hidden--but 
I could still see. I was weird though, as I brought 
the blanket over my face, my fingers were close to my 
nose. I smelled a weird smell--a deeply pussy smell--
and I instantly recalled the night before with my 
hand in my pussy and listening to the rutting and 
mating in the living room. I almost moan again.

But at that instance, I saw a form emerge from the 
blankets and stand up. It was Jim! And he was naked--
nude!!!!! Oh My Gosh! It was Jim and he strode across 
the living room floor with articles of clothing in 
his hand but his manly rod was very turgid and 
pointing out in front of him. That was the very first 
time that I had ever seen a real erect turgid male 
organ of generation. It was so awesome!

I immediately recalled the night before and nearly 
creamed my panties since my hand was still under my 
panties and in my pussy.

The smell was present on my fingers as I pulled the 
blanket closer to my nose. I watched as Jim left the 
room, him dick obviously engorged and leading the way 
as he walked with his clothes in his hand. A few 
minutes later Winnie left wearing only a tee shirt 
with her naked buns swaying in the wind. She too 
carried her change of clothes in her hand. I fell 
asleep again with those images in my mind.

It was only a little while later that I awoke again 
because Winnie was in the kitchen and was beginning 
to assemble breakfast for all of us. I finally 
stirred and realized that there was no way that I 
could stay "asleep" in this situation.

To my left my siblings slept on and one. To my right, 
I saw that Winnie had entered the kitchen and had 
started breakfast. Pancakes and bacon! What a rich, 
sumptuous fair! I sat up and smoothed out my tee 
shirt and made sure my panties were on straight.

"You awake now?" Winnie asked.

"Uh-huh." I yawned and stretched.

She offered me a hand to help me stand up. "We got a 
lot to do to feed the family, then I heard that Jim 
and your Dad are taking us sightseeing."

I saw her nostrils flair then she looked at me oddly 
and grabbed my hand again and sniffed it. I cringed 
and turned beet red.

"Don't worry about it," she whispered. "We all do it 
from time to time."

"I know," I replied. I wasn't trying to imply 
anything else, it's just that I had heard that from 
Winnie before as well as my Mom.

But Winnie suddenly caught another meaning and it was 
her turn to feel embarrassed. "Did you hear us last 
night?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, we really shouldn't have..."

It was my turn to play mother-figure. "It's okay. 
Every married couple does it."

Winnie laughed and hugged me. "Oh, Bianca. That was 
exactly what I needed to hear. But seriously we'll 
keep our episodes to ourselves next time. Okay?"

I nodded.

"You weren't weirded-out, were you?"

I shook my head. "Actually I had my first orgasm."

"Oh, shitake mushrooms! You're first? You will have 
to tell me more about that later. Okay?" She hugged 
me again then whispered, "Go wash up and I'll wake 
these other two sleepy heads."



Chapter 3

We didn't actually get a chance to talk about it till 
that evening. Winnie pulled me aside and we went out 
for a walk.

"So what happened," Winnie asked as we walked along 
under the gray Seattle night skies.

I was a little embarrassed about explaining 
everything, but by the end of the walk Winnie had 
pulled it all out of me.

"I don't think there's anything to be embarrassed 
about," she said as we approached their apartment. "I 
probably would have done something similar. 'Sides, I 
think you have excellent taste in men if you were 
thinking about Jim."

I blushed again.

She hugged me and whispered, "You know I'm joshing 
with you, right? My gosh, I'm so happy that you got 
to experience a real, genuine orgasm. Ain't it 
grand?"

We left a couple of days later and I went back to 
high school but still had the image of Jim's engorged 
dick sticking out in front of him filling my mind. I 
probably manually brought myself to the edge of 
orgasm and beyond a couple of times each week over 
the next year or so with that image and those sounds.

But in my tenth grade year, around Christmas, we 
found out that Winnie was pregnant! 

I was especially excited. I don't know exactly why, 
but I was. Very possessive of this new baby that I 
hadn't even met yet.

But when Winnie called in May and said that they were 
expecting twins, I was beside myself with happiness.

"Twins!?" I nearly shouted into the phone. "Do you 
know whether they are girls or boys or both?"

"It might be girls. Both of them. But we'll take that 
with a grain of salt."

"Winnie!" I shrieked. "I'm so happy for you!"

"You're coming out when the babies are born, aren't 
you?"

"I hope so!"

We did go and visit. They had a lovely house by that 
time: four bedroom--master bedroom, the babies' room, 
a guest room and an office work space. Michael and 
Olivia loved that it was a two story house with a 
great staircase that they slid down several times 
before my Mom told them to go take their energy 
outside.

Then my parent were so sweet. They left me there with 
Jim and Winnie and the twins, Diana and Irene.

I was left as a mere sixteen year old with my aunt 
and uncle and their incredibly cute and adorable 
little twin girls!

"I really am glad that you're here with us," Winnie 
said after my parent and siblings left.

Jim hugged me and whispered, "You don't know how 
scared I was to leave your aunt alone when I went 
back to work."

Winnie laughed then drew me closer to herself. "I am 
*so* glad that you are here, my Niece!"

"And so am I, my Aunt!" I replied.

So, after my Mom and Dad left with Michael and Olivia 
(my brother and sister), I was to help Winnie with 
the twins for over two weeks. It was such a sweet 
time, filled with joy and close discussions with 
Winnie. It also freed Jim to be able to go back to 
work and focus on his job, as he should.

"He is such a sweet man," Winnie confided in me one 
morning. "Jim is so committed to helping and 
providing for the family. I fact, when he learned 
that we were having twins, he volunteered for extra 
hours so that we would have more income when the 
twins came."

But me? I just loved holding the two little girls, 
Diana and Irene. It also allowed Winnie a little 
freedom to be alone with Jim and to get used to doing 
the mom thing all by herself.

The first Saturday that I was there with them, I had 
to go to the mall. "I didn't pack enough stuff and 
two of my panties just ripped--the elastic's busted," 
I confided in Winnie.

"No worries. You can take the car after lunch and Jim 
will be here and the twins will probably be asleep. 
'Sides, I have to get used to doing this by myself 
anyways!"

"You can take your time," Jim added.

I should have picked up on what he meant but I 
finished my shopping, tried on several cute dresses, 
then dropped by the bookstore and browsed through 
titles and then the magazines. Finally, I realized 
that I was missing being with Winnie and the twins. I 
carried my small purchases back out to the car and 
drove home.

I entered through the front door, quietly closing it 
in case the twins were fast asleep, then peeked in 
the kitchen. There was no one there so I went 
upstairs. That's when I heard the noise from the 
master bedroom. I knew immediately what that noise 
was. I had heard it that one dark night when my aunt 
and uncle made love on the living room floor.

This was louder than I had heard before--I suppose 
there was no reason to keep it quiet since I was 
still out. Right?

I should have turned around and left, but part of me 
was very curious. I tip-toed to their room and the 
door was partly open. I almost gasped aloud as I saw 
Winnie on top with Jim's large dick rammed deep into 
her pussy. At first I saw it as a dick thrusting 
itself in and out of a cunt. Then I began to see that 
in reality, it was a hungry pussy impaling itself on 
a ready pole and hungrily devouring the meaty treat.

My knees grew weak.

Winnie leaned forward with her small hands on Jim's 
shoulders. He lifted his face and caught one breast 
in his mouth and sucked ravenously.

"Yess, yessss, O Jim!" Winnie bounced up and down on 
his cock. As she bottomed out she would grind her 
groin into his before lifting and repeating the 
process. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and I saw 
Jim place both of his hands back there and spread 
them even wider. Then he stuck a finger into her 
anus. His finger went into her butt! 

I couldn't believe it and I felt my own pussy respond 
with moisture and dew of its own happiness.

Just then, Winnie moaned and placed her head on Jim's 
shoulder. Jim began plunging his huge dick rapidly in 
and out of her pussy. As he grunted and held her 
tight, I saw his balls draw up. I quickly turned and 
went back down to the living room, banged the door, 
dropped something in the kitchen, stomped on the 
stairs then dropped my package in the hall before 
retreating to the guest room where I closed the door 
and lay down on the bed and began frantically 
frigging my sopping wet pussy. 

I orgasmed in short order. The feeling was strong, 
intense and lasted for quite a while. After I 
recovered, I put my new purchases away except for one 
that I had to try on. "Had to" because the panties I 
had been wearing were now wet with my own pussy 
juices.

And remembering what Winnie had smelled on my hand 
once before, I went to the bathroom and washed my 
hands (and pussy) to make sure there was no lingering 
odors of my excitement.

It was a couple days later that Winnie spoke to me 
over lunch. I was holding Diana in my lap while I ate 
a sandwich.

"Bianca, you are such a joy to have here," she began. 
"You are so helpful and sweet. And you're out here on 
your own time instead of having a summer time with 
your friends."

I think I blushed a little. I know I felt a bit 
awkward since I knew that I wouldn't be doing much 
with my friends over summer anyway--just little 
things occasionally. "It's not like I have that many 
friends or things to do," I began lamely. "I mean, 
you know I'm a nerd, right?"

"Oh, come on. Listen to you." Winnie laughed. 
"Certainly you were going to do something this 
summer, weren't you?"

"Probably just get together with a couple of friends 
to go over the reading list for AP English and 
discussion the pre-reading and doing introductory 
homework for honors chem."

"We have to do something about that, my Niece."

I looked at her and really wondered what she was 
thinking. "Are you going to try to hook me up with 
someone for a date?"

"Not quite. What if we took you out for a really 
fancy dinner then a nice show?"

"Well...."

"Come one, it'd be so much fun."

"But I don't have any fancy outfits here," I began, 
"and what would we do with the twins?"

"Ah, the one downside to being a new mom." Winnie was 
quiet for a few moments. "Lemme talk with Jim. I have 
an idea. We really need to thank you properly for all 
you've done for us."

"You really don't have to, Winnie."

"I know. But I want to."

Turns out I didn't really have a choice. Winnie and 
Jim ganged up on me. Oh, to be sure, it really 
sounded like an exciting time. I just felt bad that 
Winnie wouldn't be able to come with us, but she 
wouldn't hear it. "Really, I should sleep when I can. 
I read somewhere that a new mother loses something 
over a thousand hours of sleep during the baby's 
first year. I think it's probably more with twins."

Winnie then proceeded to have me try on her formal 
dress. Her beautiful, lacy, black dress with dark 
green highlights. I really fit me except for the 
bodice. "I'm way too small upstairs," I complained.

"Then pad your bra."

"Mine are so small there's no extra room in the bra 
cup to add anything."

"Then use mine and we'll adjust things."

Winnie unzipped the back zipper and had me slip the 
dress down then unhook my bra. "Do you remember when 
I let you try my bra on back when you were little?"

I smiled. That was such a momentous event for me at 
the time. "Seems like we're going to recreate that 
moment."

"And do it up right," she added. "Here. This is my 
pushup bra. It comes with extra padding and there's a 
space to slip a little more in as well."

I tried the bra on and she cinched a couple of the 
straps then pushed a little here and there on the 
cups. After several minutes of trying it on and 
taking it off to put something more in, then trying 
it on again, Winnie's hands had been on my breasts 
directly and indirectly for almost ten minutes. For 
some crazy reason, it was turning me on--or at least 
triggering my pussy to leak and feel extra tingly.

"Okay, go ahead and pull the dress back up," Winnie 
directed at some point.

I did and she beamed. "That looks great, Niece!"

Just then we heard the noise of Jim coming home. 
"Stay here and I'll tell Jim to get a shower and get 
ready. Then I can do your hair."

A few minutes later Winnie returned and did my hair. 
Oh! She made it a grand and elegant event! 
Interlocking braids plaited around both sides of my 
head met in the back and formed a tiara that she 
accentuated by fastening a gold hair clip where the 
braids met and formed a new braid that cascaded down 
my back. Sometime later, I emerged and saw Jim. It 
was almost like a "first date" experience where I 
came down the staircase to meet my date in the living 
room.

Jim was dressed in a formal suit and shiny black 
shoes. His tie was black and green and his shirt was 
white. I suddenly realized that he had matched my 
outfit exactly. I turned to Winnie and whispered, 
"You planned this?"

She smiled and shooed me along. "Go ahead. Don't want 
to keep your ride waiting too long."

Jim came toward me then looked over at Winnie. 
"Sheesh! I didn't realize that you'd deck her out in 
your stuff."

"She doesn't have her stuff here, dear," Winnie 
answered and kissed Jim on the lips. "I hope you two 
have a good time. Please tell me later about the 
evening."

Jim kissed his wife then offered his arm to me. "Are 
you coming with me, my dear niece?"

I smiled then stepped down a step to meet him and 
take his arm.

All evening long he was such a gentleman. He made 
sure to open the car door for me and then seated me 
at the restaurant and led me gracefully from the 
restaurant to the car after we finished eating. Oh! I 
should say that I ate things that I had never heard 
of or seen before. I felt like everyone's eyes were 
on me and Jim in an admiring sort of way. I kept 
glancing down at the incredibly beautiful black and 
green dress. There was a sheen that would catch my 
eye or the deep, rich green, or the rustle of the 
fabric as I moved. I felt like a princess.

"That dress absolutely complements your eyes," he 
said.

I actually blushed.

But Jim was very gracious and guided the conversation 
and made me feel very comfortable even though I was 
quite out of my element. Then we arrived at the 
theater and he was fussing over me more than I had 
ever seen or had imagined. It was a special theater 
where we would be served dessert and view a play. I 
was excited because I had never been to anything like 
it before.

The valet took the car from us and Jim adroitly 
guided me toward the theater entrance.

Someone who knew Jim called out, "Hey Jim, how're 
doing?"

Jim turned and I saw him sigh slightly. "Not bad, 
Rob. How are you?"

"Not bad. Is this your little woman?" he asked as he 
came closer.

"Nope. Winnie is still with the twins, but she wanted 
me to take our niece out to the theater tonight."

"Damn, you have a real sweat niece there, Jim. Is she 
legal yet?"

"She'll never be legal for you, Rob," Jim answered.

I caught what the meaning was. I understood what Rob 
meant and I knew the protection that Jim projected 
for me.

Jim grasped my elbow and guided me to our table. "I'm 
sorry for that interaction," he whispered as he 
seated me.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"Someone from work. He works in a different 
department, but he always has his nose in everyone's 
business." He leaned closer to me and whispered, "And 
he always takes things in the rudest or dirtiest way 
possible."

The theater was great. It was an adaptation of 
Shakespeare's "Much Ado about Nothing." I remember 
reading that for my English class so I knew what was 
going on. Jim was impressed and kept asking me for 
details. It was after ten o'clock when the play was 
over and we left for home. Jim asked me if I was 
okay. I said, "Yes," although I was a bit tired.

When we came home, he let me out of the car like a 
perfect gentleman. Inside, all was quiet and that's 
when I began to worry. Who would help me out of this 
dress? Winnie was already asleep and Jim was headed 
toward his room.

I called out softly, "Jim, can you help me?"

Jim stopped at the door to his room them turned back 
to me. "What's up?"

I turned and pointed to my zipper. Jim nodded and 
approached me with a sweet smile on his face. "Is 
this what it's going to be like when my daughters are 
all grown up and coming home from a dance?"

I smiled, nodded then faced the door to my bedroom 
and swept my long hair out of the way. He gently 
unzipped my dress then embraced my shoulders and 
kissed me on the nape of my neck.

"I really enjoyed tonight, Bianca," he whispered. "I 
hope you did too."

I nodded and thrilled at his touch then felt empty as 
he left.

I just went to bed wearing only my new panties. That 
was rather racy of me to do--I had never done that 
before. But as I lay under the covers, I recalled how 
Winnie's touching my tits had brought excitement to 
my pussy. So I began playing with my breasts, 
touching, rubbing, lightly tracing the small 
features. 

Oh! It brought excitement to my cunt. At the same 
time I brought back the memories of seeing Jim's huge 
dick sticking out nearly straight from his body or as 
it pounded in and out of Winnie's hungry slit. I 
moved one hand down to start playing with my eagerly 
waiting pussy. The electricity was immediate. I 
rubbed and luxuriated in the steaming folds of my 
pulsating slit. 

I thought hard about Jim's rigid, engorged cock 
plunging in and out of Winnie's willing and waiting 
pussy. Faster and faster I rubbed my clit. I could 
almost visualize a colored light hovering off in the 
distance, just at the horizon of my imagination. I 
rubbed harder and faster. I pressed and rubbed my 
nipples and squeezed them between my thumb and 
forefinger. The colored light drew closer. I rubbed 
harder and faster and saw Jim's cock fucking faster 
and faster in and out of my aunt's pussy.

Suddenly I was overwhelmed with feeling and emotion 
and intense sensation. The most intense orgasm that I 
had experienced up to that point washed over me light 
a great wave at the sea shore. I saw Jim's cock 
enveloped by a willing pussy and I also saw a great 
colored light blow over me in a great colorful splash 
of light and imagery. I squeaked and gasped. I saw 
colored spangled light explode around me. Then I 
nearly passed out.

Winnie woke me up the next morning. How was last 
night, my Niece?"

I struggled to remember where I where and what had 
transpired. "I was wonderful, Aunt!" I finally said.

Winnie smiled then kissed my forehead. "I thought so. 
Jim mentioned the same. So how did you get out of my 
dress last night?"

"Jim unzipped it," answered. "You were already 
asleep."

"Um-huh. What else did he do then?"

"He unzipped it part way then kissed my neck," I 
answered.

Winnie smiled and nodded. "That's exactly what he 
said. He said that he kissed you like a father would 
kiss his daughter that just came back from the Prom."

I smiled and grew a little misty-eyed. "That's so 
true."

Winnie kissed me again and said, "You had a royal 
treatment last night, yes?"

I nodded.

"This is a little picture of how we say 'Thank you'!"

"Winnie, I'm so overwhelmed! Thank you!"

"You are welcome, my dear dear Niece."



Chapter 4

Winnie and Jim as well as the twins took me to the 
airport that next Saturday and saw me off to the 
east. It was exciting to fly by myself, but I felt a 
certain hollowness because I could not converse with 
Winnie and I didn't have Jim nearby: Jim, who 
complemented me on how I looked or moved; Jim, who 
was down-right handsome and pretty much a hunk as 
well as a sweetie.

My parents picked me up from the airport and my 
siblings mobbed me with their joy and excitement. I 
gradually slipped back into life as a sixteen and a 
half year old almost ready to enter her junior year. 
But I firmly decided that I should work hard so as to 
finish up my high school years as soon as possible. I 
doubled up on English and US Government and picked up 
a couple other required classes. I was positive that 
I would be able to graduate early then go to college. 
And I really wanted to go to a school near to Winnie 
and Jim and the twins.

I turned into an even bigger nerd. I was studying and 
doing homework all the time. At least it seemed that 
way to those around me. I still had some time for 
family things and being with my small circle of close 
friends. And sometimes, late at night after 
everything else had quieted down and I had finally 
closed the books for the night, I would slip into bed 
then slip my hands under my shirt and imagine that it 
was "someone like Jim" that was touching my small, 
intimate mounds. 

I always thought of it as "someone like Jim" because 
I didn't want to actually fantasize and take him away 
from Winnie or somehow drive a wedge between us. But 
I had no other images of males and the images that I 
had of Jim were huge and burned into my memory and 
reinforced by my frequent reflection upon them. Some 
nights it didn't take long before my pussy was 
humming and then the crashing wave of orgasmic relief 
would wash over me. I purposed never to make a sound 
since I sure didn't want to attract attention to my 
private moments.

My Mom and Dad made plans with Grandma and Grandpa to 
go visit Winnie and Jim and the twins for that 
Christmas. "They won't be up to traveling out here 
this year," Grandma said. "It might be quite a 
while," Grandpa added with a knowing nod.

But plans changed. Drastically.

I came home from school--it was a Wednesday and 
Friday would be the start of Christmas vacation. I 
saw Grandma and Granpa's car in the driveway, but 
didn't think too much of that. One or the other--or 
both--would often stop by to visit. My first inkling 
of something ill was as I opened the front door, I 
heard crying. Genuine sobbing. My heart stopped and 
my blood ran cold. My first thought was something 
happened to Dad or Mom. My fears fed upon themselves 
as I came into the kitchen and saw Mom and my 
Grandparents but not Dad!

Mom saw me and quickly stood up and rushed to hug me. 
"Oh, Bianca, I'm so sorry."

"Where's Dad?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"He's picking up your brother and sister."

I felt some relief, but then it hit me again. There 
was something tragic about to be announced. Something 
horrible.

"Mom?" I whispered and I'm sure that my face was 
pained.

"Honey, we just found out. Jim called and Winnie was 
in a bad accident."

My world turned cold. I believe that blood began 
rushing away from my head because sounds became 
distant. I vaguely heard myself ask, "How is she? And 
the twins?"

"Twins are fine. They were at home with Jim. Winnie 
didn't make it."

I think it was only because Mom was hugging me 
tightly that I remained standing. My world crumbled. 
My best friend in the whole world just disappeared 
and I had no chance to say good-bye. I buried my face 
on Mom's shoulder and cried. Dad came home with 
Michael and Olivia and there were more tears as my 
siblings heard the news. Dad and Grandpa were quiet 
but not stoic--their cheeks were stained with tears 
too.

We of course all hurried out to Seattle to be with 
Jim and help him out. We weren't able to arrange for 
all of us to fly out together so our family--our 
extended family--came out in waves. Me and my Dad 
went first. "Bianca, I know this is going to be 
hard," he whispered to me at the airport, "but the 
twins will provide a point of joy and consistency to 
help you, me and Jim and everybody cope with this."

I nodded but squeezed my eyes tight as my heart 
lurched sideways in my chest again.

Jim met us at the airport with the twins in tow. "I 
so glad you came," he said then hugged us both. He 
turned to me and added, "I'm especially glad to see 
you show up early. My mom won't be able to be here 
for a couple more days. The twins are really missing 
some female time."

Dad looked at him and asked, "What are ya' doing 
about nursing and all?"

"They had to learn to love a bottle. That has been a 
bit of a sticky issue. Got to get it up to body 
temperature or the girls reject it outright."

"I can certainly help with feedings and things," I 
said.

"I know." Jim gave me another hug then picked up my 
suitcase. "And you can push the stroller. Okay?"

On the way back to their house, Dad sat up in the 
front with Jim and I sat in the back seat in between 
Diana and Irene. I was fascinated by how much they 
had grown and changed in the previous few months. 
They were each obviously different: different shape 
of the face, different way their hair started growing 
and already different personalities. They actually 
brought a smile to my face.

The next few days were filled with more and more 
family coming in and more of Jim and Winnie's friends 
stopping by. By the time of the funeral and memorial 
service, I was almost cried out. It was just as well 
because I had near exclusive twin-watching duty.

After it was all over, Jim's mom spoke quietly to me. 
"I remember you a little from the wedding, but Jim 
and Winnie spoke much about you, Bianca. They were 
really appreciative of your help you gave them right 
after the babies were born. And now?" She paused and 
caught her emotions. "And now I get to see it in 
person. You really are like Winnie's twin sister in 
how you take care of others and how you act."

I started crying because that meant the world to me. 
"I've always looked up to her," I said between 
sniffles. "That was the sweetest thing you could have 
ever said."

She embraced me and we both had a good cry.

That night as we settled down, first Olivia then 
Michael came and sat on the couch next to me and 
Diana.

"I miss her," Olivia whispered.

"Me too, honey." And I pulled her and Michael close 
to me. Diana looked up and reached for Olivia's face.

"What can we do?"

"I think what we have to do is have a good cry and 
then move on," I said slowly. "Probably a bunch of 
good cries. I think we'll never get over it all the 
way, but that's okay 'cause we'll always remember 
her. And we'll honor her by doing nice things just as 
she would have."

Michael and Olivia snuggled in close to me and my 
eyes grew cloudy and suddenly I could only see lights 
and colors--not distinct shaped.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. The couch 
faced the large fireplace with a nice Christmas tree 
on its immediate left, but had its back to the 
entryway to the living room. I looked up and saw Jim.

"Bianca, that is the sweetest thing I think I've 
heard about Winnie's memory all week."

"I don't think it's exactly original," I began. "I 
heard Grandma and another older lady talking. This is 
kinda partly what they said."

"Nevertheless," he said then bent forward and kissed 
the top of my head. "Nevertheless, you said it, I 
heard it and I know that it's true. Thank you."

My heart melted. "Come sit with me, my dear Uncle 
Jim."

Jim smiled and jumped over the couch and landed next 
to Michael, who laughed. Olivia giggled. Jim picked 
Michael up and sat him on his lap then slid closer to 
me.

"Dear, Bianca, thank you so much for being the 
consistent unwavering light in this time of 
darkness."

I leaned into his shoulder and cried. I felt Olivia 
hug me tightly as Diana kicked on my lap.

Several minutes later, my mom and dad came in and 
found us all snuggled together and hugging one 
another.

"What's this, Michael?" Dad asked. I could tell he 
was trying to be jovial.

Michael had almost fallen asleep and started awake. 
"Uh, we were just talking with Bianca, Papa. And 
Uncle Jim jumped onto the couch."

Dad chuckled and rumpled my brother's hair. "That's 
okay, son. Why don't you and Livie go get ready for 
bed now."

Michael jumped up and Olivia slowly followed. She 
kissed my cheek then hugged Uncle Jim then bent and 
kissed baby Diana.

Mom and Dad sat down opposite us and Dad said, "So 
Jim, we're leaving in a couple of days--right after 
Christmas. Are you ready for that? Do you have 
everything set up for taking care of the twins once 
you go back to work?"

Jim shook his head. "I don't think so, Mark. I barely 
was able to manage this past week. And you were here 
most of it."

"Dad?" I spoke, suddenly knowing what I needed to do.

"Yes, dear?"

"I know that Jim needs help during this time. Could 
you let me stay till my new semester starts?"

Dad looked at Mom who looked at him with surprise.

"I feel that I must needs find an outlet for my 
sorrow in doing good else my grief will surely be 
turned into despair and unrequited vexation." I 
wasn't exactly certain that I had used all those 
words correctly, but I really had been thinking about 
such a possibility throughout that day even before 
that particular discussion.

"What did you say?" Jim asked then almost laughed.

"Honey, let's think about that. Your Dad and I will 
give that some thought, okay?"

As I settled into my bed on the couch, Jim slipped 
into the living room and sat on the floor next to the 
couch. "Bianca?"

"Yes?"

"I don't know what your parents' plan is but I just 
want you to know that what you said means the world 
to me. Thank you!"

"It's for Diana and Irene too."

"Of course, it is!" Then he rose and kissed my 
forehead. I felt a surge of joy that had been missing 
ever since I heard news of Winnie's death.

Christmas morning was hard--yes, there was the 
excitement of opening presents and watching my 
younger siblings squeal with glee at opening a 
particular present. But there were many, many 
reminders of Winnie and just how dark the day seemed 
without her. None more poignant that the small 
package that I opened.

"Winnie picked it out," Jim began before his voice 
cracked. He finished in a whisper. "She knew that it 
would be perfect for you."

It was a gold necklace with a small heart pendant, 
adorned with a solitary green stone.

"Emerald," he said, almost finding his voice. "To 
match your green eyes."

That was too much for me. I began bawling again. I 
had been so good too--ever since we had been out with 
Jim and the twins, I had been sad, or I had tears in 
my eyes, or even choked up emotions, but I had not 
had a real big cry. Not since that first afternoon 
when we all had found out about Winnie's accident.

Mom moved next to me and hugged me. I slowly melted 
into her embrace.

A few minutes later I was better and I wiped my eyes 
then whispered, "I'm okay now, I think." I turned to 
Olivia and added, "That was my big cry and I feel 
better now."

Olivia, with the wisdom of an eight year old, 
replied, "And now we just go and do nice things just 
like Aunt Winnie would have done!"

There was not one dry eye in the room after that 
point.

Shortly afterwards, Mom and Grandma and Jim's mom 
went into the kitchen to cook up "a good ol' fashion 
Christmas dinner," while Dad and Grandpa said they'd 
take the younger ones out on a long walk. Jim said 
he'd stay here and play with the twins. Of course, my 
attention was with the little girls too. They were 
just starting to scoot and pull themselves along with 
a beginning crawl. Their eyes were bright and intent 
on reaching the Christmas tree and pulling the 
dazzling ornaments down to chew on them.

I was on the floor, scooting them away from the tree, 
picking them up and placing them in Jim's lap who was 
seated on the couch. He would kiss and tickle the 
squirming girl then place her back on the floor where 
she would move toward the Christmas tree again. 
Finally I caught both girls at the same time and 
scooped them up into my arms and dumped them back on 
Jim's lap and knelt on the floor in front of the 
three.

As I leaned forward to tickle Irene's feet, I heard a 
small gasp from Jim--not really a gasp as much as it 
was a sharp intake of air, almost as if he said "Oh!" 
in surprise.

I looked up and saw his eyes dart away from me, but 
it seemed as if he was not looking at my face. "Are 
you okay?"

"Yes," he began. "Diana just squirmed and pinched my 
thigh wrong."

It was then that I noticed that neckline of my blouse 
billowed open allowing a view downward, unhindered 
because I had no bra on that morning. Was Jim looking 
at my tiny tits? For some reason instead of feeling 
offended, I felt highly complemented. I did sit up 
and straighten up my blouse. No need to press the 
issue.

"Say, Bianca," Jim suddenly said. "Are you going to 
try on your new necklace?"

My heart skipped a little at the remembrance of the 
tears. "I suppose."

"Would you let me slip it on you?"

"Okay." Outside I was trying to play it cool, but 
inside I was really honored and flattered that he'd 
take a little interest in me like that at all.

"Here. Turn around," he directed.

I turned around and pulled my hair to one side as he 
found the small box that contained the necklace. He 
leaned forward and pulled it around my neck then 
deftly clasped the ends together.

"Let's see how that looks," he said after a moment.

I turned around and let my hair fall behind my back.

"Just as I thought it would." He smiled. "Winnie made 
a beautiful choice. She thought it would go really 
well with that dress you wore when we went to the 
theater last summer."

"Oh, I couldn't wear that...." I began.

"Or at least some dress like it."

"Thank you, Jim," I said then flung myself forward 
and hugged him.

We both laughed as Irene squirmed between us and 
Diana began vocalizing some sort of sound.



Chapter 5

In many respect, I was amazed that Mom and Dad let me 
stay on to help Uncle Jim with the twins. Oh, to be 
sure, I had done that before when the twins were new 
born, but Winnie was there to be a chaperone--and 
largely I was helping her and visiting with her. But 
now, I would be staying with a man, a mere eight 
years older than me, and no one would be there to 
chaperone.

"So, you'll be leaving on January tenth," my Dad 
repeated. He often repeated things when he was a 
little nervous or concerned that his charges were in 
danger of not doing something or perhaps messing up.

"That's right, Dad," I replied. "And thank you for 
changing my ticket and everything."

I gave him a kiss and he gave me a hug.

"I love you, Bianca," he said softly and I smiled 
quietly, nestled in his brawny arms. "What you're 
doing is so sweet and necessary. The rest of us can't 
afford the time off, so we're all very proud of you 
for stepping up to the job like an adult."

"Thank you, Daddy."

Grandma then Grandpa kissed me then Mom wrapped her 
arms around me and whispered, "You are both caught up 
in the emotions of Winnie's passing. Please be 
careful. Emotions are dangerous things to trust."

"Yes, Mom." I didn't really know what she meant all 
the way, but I understood that she might be referring 
to sex and love and things like that.

I hugged my siblings and told them both to be good 
and I'd see them soon.

Then I was alone with Jim and the twins with the 
magnitude of my responsibility pressing down on me. 
And some of it started as soon as my family was 
beyond the screening line at the airport. Both girls 
decided that they would announce their collective 
displeasure with the family's departure by filling 
their diapers full. Some nearby us hear the rumbling 
and gave me or Jim a knowing nod and smile. Jim 
graciously took Irene and I handled Diana. I had 
changed diapers before but this was the worst.

Afterwards, Jim commented on how bad Irene's was. I 
just shook my head and muttered, "I think Diana's was 
worse. I had to change her whole outfit."

Jim's eyes grew large then he chuckled and gave me a 
little hug. "I guess that I chose wisely, eh?"

"I almost lost my cookies, it was so bad," I went on.

"Are things stabilized now? The girls are set and 
your stomach's okay?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Let's take a detour on the way back. We'll stop by 
and get a couple of ingredients from the store then 
go home and make dinner."

"Dinner? It's only ten o'clock."

"Yep. Mom left me instructions how to make turkey 
soup from the leftovers from yesterday. It'll take 
all afternoon."

Jim really was a pretty handy man. He could cook and 
fend for himself. The only new wrinkle in his life 
was going to be how to deal with daycare for the 
girls while he was at work.

"You really are something else, Mr. Uncle Jim."

Jim did make turkey soup and it was incredibly tasty. 
And he did go back to work half day a couple of times 
before New Year's Eve. But he also brought home my 
favorite chocolate candy one day then the next day it 
was a colorful bouquet of flowers.

"For you mostly," he said with a wink. "But the house 
needs a little bit of color here in the family room."

Jim always treated me as an adult--even the first 
time he met me when I was barely a teenager. That's 
one thing that I appreciated about him and respected 
him for. He drew me up to his level instead of 
keeping down with the kids. But things changed a 
little over that first week that I was alone with 
him. 

I began craving his attention and interaction--I 
suppose that made sense since I had nearly no other 
adult to talk to throughout most of the day. But he 
began sharing everything with me: things like how his 
search for the twin's daycare was progressing, or how 
people interacted with him at work and their 
condolences. He even said that Rob from work (the guy 
that ran into us when Jim took me out to the theater) 
actually spoke nicely and for once didn't have a 
double entendre wrapped up in his rejoinders. "Though 
I'm rather glad that he doesn't know that you're 
staying here alone with me."

I reached across the table and placed my hands on 
his. "Does my being here bother you?"

He looked up into my eyes quickly. "No. Not at all. I 
just don't want his dirty mind playing with it."

"I'm okay with it too," I went on. "You are nothing 
but a proper gentleman and the sweetest uncle that a 
girl could wish for."

He held my hands in his. "You are far too kind, my 
Niece."

We both grew teary eyed as we recalled how Winnie 
would call me that.

"You are far more mature than your years would 
suggest."

I smiled and knew that was because of all the time 
that I had spent with Winnie growing up.

New Year's Eve we played a few card games in between 
feeding the twins, bathing them and readying them for 
bed. The twins on good nights could go to sleep 
somewhere around eight o'clock then, with luck, make 
it through till five in the morning. Far earlier than 
I was comfortable with. But everything was up in the 
air with them since the night before they took turns 
crying out and waking each other up--and of course, 
me too. I was tired, but still wanted to spend at 
least part of the evening with Jim.

"Watch a movie?" he asked.

"Love to. Which one?"

"'Singing in the Rain' or 'Emma' or 'Star Wars' or 
'Twilight'."

"Not 'Twilight'! Please!"

He laughed. "I knew that you had good tastes. So do 
you want a 'chick-flick'?"

I nodded.

"Then 'Emma' it is."

We watched and even though I had seen it a few times 
before, I became wrapped up in the plot and barely 
noticed when Jim took the popcorn bowl from my lap, 
filled it up and set it back.

But my eyes became droopy and as soon as the closing 
credits began, I stood up and announced that I just 
had to get to bed.

"I'm going to stay up just a little longer," Jim 
replied. "I don't have to work tomorrow and it's 
almost the New Year!"

"Fine. Just don't wake me at midnight or whatever."

I was asleep very soon after that.

I woke up hearing one of the babies crying. I held my 
breath hoping that the sound would go away and stop 
on its own. Nope. The cry grew more insistent. I got 
up and checked on the twins. Irene was awake and 
unhappy. Diana hadn't awoken yet, so I quickly took 
Irene and headed for the kitchen. The clock said it 
was shortly after midnight and I notice a light still 
on in the living room.

Jim was still there, staring solemnly at the computer 
screen, scrolling through picture after picture of 
Winnie. Winnie with the twins, Winnie with Jim, 
Winnie with me and Winnie and Jim of their wedding 
day. My heart nearly broke again. I stepped into the 
room with the fussy baby and then noticed that Jim 
had a mostly empty bottle of wine on the table next 
to the computer. His wine glass was mostly empty.

"Jim? Are you okay?"

He turned slowly toward me and shook his head. "I 
shouldn't have started looking." His voice was slow 
and a little slurred. "Now I'm so damned depers, 
deperes--damn--sad."

I was more than a little surprised because I had 
never heard Jim cuss or swear or use any even 
slightly potentially offensive language.

I took his hand and pulled gently. "I know, Jim. 
Sometimes it's overwhelming. But then we move on. You 
should go to bed. You're going to have to help me 
tomorrow."

"Yeah. Shorry bout dat."

He stood up and really looked unsteady on his feet.

"Go to bed, Jim. I'll take care of the babies."

He slowly walked out of the living room, found the 
stairs and hauled himself up. I heard thumping and 
thudding in his room before I turned back to the 
kitchen and fed Irene. She seemed a little extra 
fussy so I felt her gums. Sure enough. Teething. 
"That's really gonna wreck the night," I thought as I 
gave her a little baby Tylenol.

She was tired enough that she went back down to sleep 
easily. For that, I was thankful. And I was back 
asleep about one am.

It was a short lived sleep. I was awoken by sounds. I 
struggled to get my bearings and I heard it again. It 
was not Diana nor Irene. Much deeper and plaintive. 
Jim?

I struggled out of bed and wondered if he was drunk 
and in danger of throwing up--I had heard stories 
from classmates who knew someone who was friends with 
someone else who saw someone driving the big white 
bus home or calling Ralph on the big white phone. I 
sure hoped that I wasn't about to see it in all its 
Technicolor detail.

The moans were louder as I reached Jim's room. I 
pushed the door open quietly and saw in the vague 
light from the street light half block away that Jim 
was still in his bed. It was then that I began to 
hear actual words voiced along with his moans. He was 
having some sort of dream. "Winnie! Winnie!"

Oh, break my heart again. Tears threatened to burst 
forth. Instead I blinked hard then went to the edge 
of his bed.

"Jim, it's just a dream," I whispered and lightly 
shook his shoulder.

He turned and put his hand on mine. I was surprised 
that my wrist was firmly caught in his grip.

"Jim, you're dreaming," I whispered again.

"Winnie, where've ya been?" He didn't open his eyes, 
but pulled me closer.

"You're dreaming," I whispered. "Wake up."

"Don't leave me."

Suddenly I was almost crying again. I reasoned in my 
sleep-deprived sorrow that if I could stay next to 
him till he calmed down then he would sleep better 
and so would the rest of us.

"I'm here, Jim, let me in."

He relaxed his grip on me and I slid under the covers 
next to him.

You must remember that this was the very first time 
that I had ever been in a bed with a man--oh, being 
in bed with mommy and daddy as a five year didn't 
count. Here I was, 16 almost 17, and I was in only my 
tee shirt and sox (the house was cool at night!) and 
I didn't even have on my panties--and I never wore a 
bra at night. This was highly forbidden and 
dangerous. Yet it was extremely comfortable too. Jim 
sighed contentedly and turned away from me and pulled 
my hand over his shoulder. So there I was spooning 
and older man--okay, only 26--and his butt scooshed 
right into my lap. If felt so sexy and warm.

I promised myself that I would stay only until he 
fell into deep sleep again. But sleep over took me 
first.

I awoke some time later. I couldn't see the clock, 
but I had rolled over onto my other side and Jim was 
spooning me from behind. In fact his hand reached 
over and was softly kneading my little tit. It was at 
that moment that I realized that the pressure I was 
feeling behind me was his rigid dick. "Damn! Is he 
going to rape me?"

My night shirt was hiked up and I felt his dick 
pressing against my butt. I figured I couldn't stop 
him but I could keep his dick from going into me--
either hole. I raise one leg up slightly and wiggled 
my ass and sure enough his cock popped through and 
nestled between my thighs. Jim responded by humping 
back and forth. It was tantalizingly close to my 
pussy--but far enough that I felt "safe" for the 
moment.

Curiosity got the better of me and I reach a hand 
down to feel my very first feel of cock. It was like 
nothing that I had ever imagined. So hot, so soft, so 
hard. But it felt dry. A lightbulb went off in my 
head and I recalled something said in health class 
about sexual intercourse needing slippery surfaces.

I pulled my hand up, spit in it and returned it to 
the thrusting dick. That helped some. I repeated the 
process a couple more times and each time I could 
feel his dick slipping more easily between my legs. 
As I placed the fourth load of slippery spilt down 
there, Jim grunted and became very stiff. He jammed 
his dick as far between my legs as he could. That's 
when I felt my hand grow wet. Gobs of wetness. And it 
was running down the front of my leg onto Jim's bed.

I began to worry: would he wake up and would I get in 
trouble? What would all that spunk do on his sheets?

I decided that his spunk was his problem. I remember 
learning in health class that guys had wet dreams. He 
just had a wonderfully wet dream and I hoped that it 
brought him some peace and tranquility that he 
needed.

I felt his dick shrink. I was surprised at how fast 
it retreated. Soon it was no longer between my legs 
and Jim sighed contentedly and turned over onto his 
back and began lightly snoring. I took it as my 
chance to scoot out of his bed.

Jim was out and I easily made it out of his room. I 
stopped by the hall bathroom to clean up. In the 
starkly bright light, I blinked and squinted then 
examined the spunk that coated my legs and part of my 
tee shirt. Some was still clumped up enough to see it 
was white and opaque. I touched it then brought it up 
to my nose. It was like nothing I had ever smelt 
before. Really weird. 

 **** 
 
I remembered Emma telling me that some girls and a 
lot of women enjoyed suck a guy's cock and even 
swallowing the spunk. I had asked her if she had 
ever. She nodded and blushed. "Who?" I had asked. 
"Can't tell you," she replied. "But he's no one that 
you've met."

I thought for a moment then said, "So it was someone 
over the summer? Your cousin?"

She turned beet red and smiled awkwardly. "Don't tell 
anyone, Bianca!"

"I won't. You just have to tell me what happened."

"I will." And then she spilled the beans on how at a 
family reunion she had spent a lot of time with one 
of her favorite cousins--just about the same age as 
her. And how he had complemented her on how good she 
looked and she had returned the complements because, 
"He really was turning into a hunk. I think he works 
out too."

Anyway, that evening all the cousins were playing 
hide and seek and she purposed to hide with her 
cousin. They found the old shed, slipped in and held 
still. She pressed her back up against his front and 
was surprised at a huge knot poking back at her. She 
reached around to feel what it was then gasped as the 
realization that she was handling his hard-on.

"It's okay, Emma," he whispered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...." but she really 
didn't explain what it was she wasn't meaning to do.

"It's completely okay. It's just something I can't 
help. If I'm next to a beautiful girl like you, my 
dick gets excited. It's not something that I plan."

"It feels painful. Are you sure it's okay?" Emma 
asked, lightly touching the front of his pants again.

"It's not painful and your touching it makes it feel 
so much better."

"Really?"

He then asked her how much she knew about sex and 
doing things that were sexy without really having 
sex. Emma was a little confused so he explained that 
rubbing, touching and sucking would provide relief 
and really feel good. "Do you ever rub yourself? he 
asked.

Emma giggled and said "Yes."

"This would be the same, except I would rub you 
gently and you would rub me. Wanna try?"

Emma said that she really loved rubbing herself in 
bed or when she took a bath so she was willing to try 
that.

"Do you want to rub me first?" he asked, "Or should I 
rub you first?"

"I told him that I wanted him to rub me first!" Emma 
had excitedly. "So he told me to loosen up my pants 
and then he reached his hand into my panties! I 
almost fainted with excitement!"

He had Emma lean back against him while he fingered 
her pussy. At the same time his other hand began 
lightly rubbing over the front of her shirt. Emma 
said that the electricity from his touching her boobs 
and the rubbing around her curly pubic hair was 
driving her crazy. "Then when he slipped his finger 
INTO my slit," she whispered with excitement, "I 
could tell I was very wet there. He found my little 
bump and as he touched it I wanted nothing more than 
for him to keep rubbing it for the rest of my life!"

"He was rubbing your clit?" I repeated, incredibly 
caught up in her story and very turned on by it!

"Uh-huh!" Emma closed her eyes as if remembering. 
"And he kept rubbing it. Not perfectly like when I 
rub myself, but I was so turned on that it didn't 
take much more. And then it came!" she squeaked. "It 
was dark in the shed, but I saw lights exploding as I 
had my own personal happy time!"

"Really?" I had asked her, hardly believing that she 
had been so bold.

"Uh-huh! And my pussy really became wet and squishy."

"And then you gave him a blow job?"

"No, just a hand job."

I barely knew the distinction. "So whadchya do?"

"After I recovered, I turned around and kissed him 
and whispered that it was the best feeling I had ever 
had. Then I told him to pull his pants down and we'd 
trade places."

"All while everyone was looking for you?" I asked.

"I don't think they were looking too hard," she 
giggled. "Most were using the time to be with another 
cousin or two."

"Damn!" I whispered.

Emma then went on to describe how she wrapped her 
arms around her cousin and found his dick. "It was 
twitching and throbbing like crazy! I had no idea!" 
He whispered how good it felt then instructed her to 
pump it slowly at first then more rapidly. "He 
grunted and blew his load in less than a minute," she 
declared. "My hand was covered with his spunk."

She described his cum as very slippery, very sticky 
and smelled weird. "It tasted it too," she said 
proudly. "It wasn't too bad."

"So when'dya suck him off?" I asked, hardly believing 
how randy I was feeling and how wet my pussy had 
become.

"Later that night," she said smugly. "We agreed that 
he'd sneak into my room because my girl cousin whose 
room I was sharing was going to sneak off to some 
other cousin's room."

"So you guys were just having a big orgy?"

"No, lots of separate ones. But anyhow, he came into 
my room and we got naked under my bed sheets and I 
told him that I would only suck his dick if he licked 
my pussy first."

"Did he?" My voice actually squeaked.

"Yes. He was very eager. I had no idea that guys 
would love liking a girl's slit that much."

"Oh, damn!" I whispered. "That's too much."

"No, it was almost too much when he put his fingers 
on my pussy and pulled the lips apart and placed his 
mouth right there. RIGHT THERE ON MY CUNT!" She 
stopped and giggled. "Oh, Bianca! It was like nothing 
you could imagine! It was a thousand times better 
than rubbing it myself and hundreds of times better 
than when he rubbed it. I had to place the pillow 
over my face and bite it hard as my orgasm happened."

"And then you sucked his dick?"

"Not quite. I had to recover first. I had nearly 
passed out, I think. My cousin came up and lay beside 
me and hugged me. It was so incredible feeling his 
body next to mine and his hand and arm resting on my 
tits. O gawsh, I was barely there, I was so buzzy!"

Emma then described how she finally sat up and her 
cousin lay back with his throbbing dick pulsating 
above his lower belly. She grasped it firmly in one 
hand then kissed it. He moaned and thrust his hips 
toward her. She mentioned that the skin and hair 
around his dick and balls had a musky odor that she 
thought was special--nothing like the smell of the 
spunk on her hand earlier that day. 

Then she started licking his dick. Licking the head, 
the shaft--up and down, concentrating on the 
underside that was so exposed as he lay on his back. 
She became a bit bolder and took the head of his dick 
in her mouth and sucked as she ran her tongue over 
the opening.

"That's when he erupted without a warning. I had 
spunk filling my mouth and shooting out my nose."

That seemed creepy to me and a definite turn off.

"But it didn't taste half bad and he really, really, 
really liked what I did. We actually had a chance to 
do it three more times before my family headed home." 

 **** 
 
All that went through my mind as I smelled Jim's cum 
and washed it from my legs and tee shirt. I decided 
to take the cum-stained shirt off and put a new one 
on in my room. I'm glad I remembered to put a new 
shirt on, because Diana woke up around five am and 
set Irene off anew. I carried them both downstairs, 
gave Irene a little more baby Tylenol as I warmed 
their bottles up. Feeding two babies at once is 
definitely an art form. But forty or fifty minutes 
later both were "milk drunk" and looking like they 
were ready to sleep a little more so I carried them 
back to their crib then fell asleep on my bed again.

I was out till just after eight.

It was Diana that woke me up. That and I was very 
hungry.

I gathered up the twins then headed to the kitchen 
where I stuck each of the girls in their high chairs 
and spread Cheerios in front of them while I warmed 
their bottles and started my breakfast then made sure 
that coffee was brewing. I needed something 
substantial as I was still barely functional. I was 
hoping that Jim would awaken soon, but as the time 
dragged on, that became less likely.

As I sat and spooned baby gruel into the twins' mouth 
one at a time, Jim finally appeared in the kitchen, 
He was the epitome of a man suffering from a 
hangover. I had never seen a classic case before, but 
all the stories that I had heard confirmed the 
diagnosis.

"Hi, Jim."

He grunted.

I stood up to find a cup and filled it with black 
coffee.

He accepted it, took a swig then grunted again.

"Glad to see you awake finally," I said, returning to 
feed Diana as Irene played with her Cheerios.

"Yeah," he muttered.

"You were up late."

He finally looked at me, frowned then said, "You came 
downstairs, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh. You were being all depressed and looking 
through pictures."

"Oh Gawd!" He put his face in hands. "So you saw me 
drinking?"

"I saw the bottle and the glass, yes."

"I'm sorry. I hope that was the only problem that I 
made."

"You did wake me up later as you were moaning," I 
replied then wondered whether that was best to broach 
at the moment.

"I was moaning?"

"At first I thought it was the twins. Then I heard 
you calling for Winnie." I caught his hand. "It 
nearly broke my heart again. I'm so sorry, Jim."

"What happened?" he asked, still looking down.

"I went in to awaken you or to get you to stop 
dreaming that dream. It didn't work. You caught my 
hand and thought I was Winnie and you begged me to 
return to you."

He looked up at me with bloodshot eyes. "And?"

"I thought that if it would make you quieter and 
sleep better, it would be best for us all."

"Oh sheeeet!"

"Jim, you did nothing wrong."

"Did you climb in bed with me?"

"Yes, and then I fell asleep since I was so tired 
from tending to the twins."

"Damn and double damn!" he whispered to himself.

"Don't kick yourself, Jim. I know exactly what you 
did and I know that you didn't violate me one bit. 
You thought that you were with Winnie again and you 
had your climax. I am honored that I was able to help 
you in that small way."

Jim's face was pained and tears threatened to cascade 
from his eyes. "Bianca, I am so sorry. This is 
something that a niece should not ever have to put up 
with. Please forgive me. I don't know what was 
happening."

"Jim. Listen. I know you were out of it. You weren't 
there. And I know that I could have left at any point 
along that path. But I didn't. I wanted to let you 
have a climax and fulfillment. It seemed to work 
because you slept a lot more peacefully afterwards."

"But you crawled into bed with me?"

"No. I came to stir you a little so you'd stop 
moaning. You grabbed my arm and thought I was Winnie. 
You then pulled me into bed with you and you became 
very contented as I held you. I was so tired, I just 
fell asleep and then woke up with you thinking I was 
Winnie."

"Damn!"

Irene punctuated the conversation by flinging the 
cracker she was teething on across the table.

"Irene's starting to teeth," I commented. "She was 
really fussy last night."

A sudden and overwhelmingly radical thought entered 
my mind and almost made me dizzy. "I think they're 
gonna miss me when I leave in a week and a half."

Jim looked up at me, his face resting in his hands. 
"We're all going to miss you."

I stood up and reached for the soggy cracker to place 
it back on Irene's high chair. I touched Jim's 
shoulders and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going 
to miss all of you too. Perhaps you the most." Then I 
picked Diana up and took my plate to the sink and 
began wiping her face and hands.

Jim finally stirred himself and brought Irene over 
and washed her messy face and hands up alongside me 
and Diana.

"I know that you'll get it worked out," I began, not 
daring to look directly at my uncle. "But I sure hope 
for your sake and the girls' that you are able to add 
some more stability to this equation." I was really 
working hard at not blurting out "Jim, you need to 
get a wife and mother for these two. And I think I'd 
be perfect for it!"

Jim was silent for a long while, leaving me hoping 
that I hadn't overstepped and made things even worse!

Jim took Irene off to their play area and I followed 
with Diana. As I sat her down next to a toy, Jim 
sighed and flopped on the couch nearby.

"That sigh?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"It means a thousand things right now," he replied. 
"And I'm not sure which one is most important." He 
pulled me closer to him and enveloped me with a 
tender hug. "I miss your Aunt so much," he whispered. 
"I'm sorry that I got depressed and plastered last 
night. That was not good. It led to things that 
shouldn't have been."

"It's okay," I said, hugging him back. I was fighting 
tears right then. "So you gonna watch any bowl games 
today?"

Jim laughed. "You are so perfect for me, Bianca. You 
bring me back from wallowing in self-pity to the 
present reality where I have responsibilities."

It made me feel good to hear him admit it. I just 
hoped that there would be some way that I could live 
with him permanently--that thought alone made me 
almost giddy.

"So what responsibilities now?" I asked.

"The twins, football, you." He laughed. "Let's take a 
walk with these bundles of joy before we settle in to 
the game."

So we walked around the neighborhood. The air was 
cold and the sky overcast and there was a threat of 
rain--but this was the greater Seattle area: of 
course, there's rain. The twins were sufficiently 
diverted as they took in the sights and sounds of the 
walk. At one point Jim pushed half the twin-stroller 
with his right hand, offered me his left and so I 
pushed the other half with my left hand and held his 
left arm as we went up a steep part of the street.

"So much easier with two," I commented.

"You're just under-fortified," he replied with a 
straight face.

"Under-fortified?" I repeated and half-laughed.

"Yep. Not enough muscle-power."

"Then it's really good you're here with us, right?"

Jim almost said something but stopped and instead 
just nodded and kissed the top of my head.

Back at home, Jim noticed a message on the answering 
machine. It was him mom so he said he'd call her back 
after the twins were settled down.

"Go ahead, I've got this," I replied. I used the time 
to call my folks and wish them a Happy New Year too.

About twenty some minutes later, Jim reappeared and 
was obviously lost in thought.

"How's your mom?"

"Um? Doing fine. She says Happy New Year to you too."

I smiled and he lapsed back into quietness.

A little later as he dandled Diana on his knee and 
held Irene on his lap, I disappeared to the kitchen 
for maybe a dozen minutes or so and reappeared with a 
platter of chips, dip, cold cut meat, crackers, 
carrot sticks and some drinks.

"Oh, look at this!" Jim said. "I feel like a king or 
something."

I feigned a grand bow and a wide waving of my hand 
after I sat the platter down on the coffee table.

"Come here, my dear Bianca."

I smiled as he held his arms out to me. Romantic? 
There were two babies squirming on his lap. But, yes, 
it was romantic. He called me dear; he didn't call me 
his niece and he wanted me next to him. I was more 
than okay with that.

I sat next to him and he put one arm around me and 
Diana reached out for me too. I felt so fulfilled, so 
wanted, so needed.

We watched the game a little more and he sipped his 
beer and chomped on the chips. I held Irene and let 
her chew on a teething cracker--Zwieback toast it was 
called. At half time, Jim stood up and took Diana up 
into his arms and danced around with her. She giggled 
and cooed and I smiled at their happiness.

"It looks like Daddy's very happy today," I whispered 
to Irene.

Jim sat back down by me and dropped Diana in my lap 
next to her sister. "Yeah. Go figure. I think it's 
all because of you, but I'm not a hundred percent 
certain yet."

"You got more investigating to do?" I asked trying to 
sound like a crime scene investigator.

"It'll take some time. We have a motive and a 
suspect, but we don't have all the pieces in place 
yet." He smiled then put his head on my lap. "So do 
you need anything?"

I seriously laughed at his antics. "I'm needing a 
real sandwich and not this junk food."

He sat up suddenly and said, "Your wish is my 
command."

Then he was gone and I was left with two squirming 
pre-crawlers.

A little later he reappeared with a plate that had a 
sandwich as well as a soda. "Just for you, my dear 
Bianca."

"Thank you," said, barely able to suppress a laugh. 
"What's gotten into you?"

"I'm not sure. Say, when are these bundles going to 
turn into pumpkins?" He looked at Diana and asked, 
"Are you a pumpkin yet?"

Diana laughed.

"Nope," I said. "Very much awake right now."

The day was just pleasant--superbly nice and fitting 
and enjoyable. Jim pulled out of his funk from the 
night before and put himself fully into being a dad 
and an uncle as well as a great conversationalist. I 
loved just talking with him. It didn't matter about 
what--it was just so easy to talk with him. As I had 
said earlier, he never treated me as a mere kid and 
the time over those holidays proved even more how 
much of an adult he treated me.

Of course, he had moments of deep sadness and 
introspection--I did too. I missed Winnie something 
fierce at times and I could only imagine how much 
worse it was for Jim.

Jim went back to work full time that first Monday 
after New Year's. He called me from work at lunch--it 
was a pleasant surprise. And it wasn't anything other 
than he wanted to talk to me.

When he came home near six in the evening, he had the 
silliest grin on his face.

"What's up with you?" I asked, getting up from where 
I was feeding the twins to give him a little hug.

He returned my hug and actually embraced me, holding 
me like they do in all those old films or how dancers 
do it when the woman is held by the man at an angle 
with her face inches away from the man's face. Jim 
stopped short of actually kissing me although I would 
not have stopped him in the least.

"I was wondering, Bianca, have you ever had flowers 
given to you?"

I shook my head and squeaked "No, just that nice 
bouquet you brought home last week." I was rather 
surprised by his actions. Surprised and a bit 
breathless.

"Then hold that thought and let me be the first to 
give you...."

I don't know how he had them hidden from me but 
suddenly he straightened me up and pulled out a dozen 
roses from behind his back and handed them to me. I 
had never seen anything prettier or more romantic. 
They were yellow with hints of dark red along the 
edges and they smelled lovely.

"Roses!" he finally finished his sentence.

I finally spoke--I think that I had been holding my 
breath. "Oh, these are so pretty! Thank you, Jim." 
And then I threw my arms around him and held him 
tightly as I could without crushing the roses. I felt 
my body smash up against his chest and abdomen and 
his strong arms enfold around my back. I thrilled as 
his hands moved up and down my back, sometimes 
tracing the outline of my spine. But he always 
stopped just as my spine curved outward to meet my 
rump. 

I wanted him to cup each of my small butt cheeks in 
his hands and hold me close to him as he French 
kissed me. (Yeah, that was about as randy as I could 
imagine at that point. True, I had a few images that 
were much more steamy--images that involved his rigid 
dick and my never-before-been-used pussy. But in 
general, I only allowed myself to think of those late 
at night while I was lying in my bed.)

He kissed my cheek then said, "I'll let you figure 
out why I chose this color."

He released me and picked up a bag on the counter. 
"And tonight, I'm making dinner."

"But I've already pulled out two cans of soup," I 
playfully protested.

"No, I insist. I'll cook up steak, rice and a small 
salad with a small glass of wine."

"Wine?" I asked very surprised.

"I know you're underage but one small glass served at 
dinner in the company of relatives does not make me a 
felon. Besides, this is a Gewürztraminer."

"A what?"

"A German wine that is rather fruity and a lot 
sweeter than many wines. You may like it." He looked 
at me and asked, "Have you ever had a taste of wine 
before?"

"A couple of times. It's better than beer."

"You'll love this."

Jim wouldn't let me do anything toward making dinner 
or even setting the table. He told me to watch the 
twins and settle back and get my appetite together. 
So I cleaned up the babies then disappeared into the 
living room where I sat on the floor in between the 
girls. They were happy and busy enough at the moment 
so I did a little searching on my phone for what rose 
colors meant. 

My jaw dropped and my heart fluttered when I read 
that a yellow rose with red tips means "Friendship, 
or falling in love." I could hardly believe it yet 
hope burned within me even though caution tried hard 
to keep me from going over the deep end.

I snapped a picture of the roses and texted my Mom 
with the picture. "mom, Jim just got me flowers to 
say thx"

A few minutes later she texted back, "Very pretty. 
But why yellow with red?"

"dunno, he didnt say" I texted back then wondered 
what Mom was thinking. I hoped whatever it was, that 
it wasn't bad.

"You have a very sweet uncle. How's he doing with the 
loss?"

"we both have sad times, some tears," I texted back.

"And the twins?"

I snapped a picture of them then sent it with the 
text: "as cute as ever! Irene is teething."

"Wish I was there. Good night, dear."

"night mom!"

I smiled. Mom didn't seem too taken aback by the 
roses. I also smiled because Mom was always one to 
use punctuation and capitalization correctly when she 
texted.

"Food's ready," Jim suddenly announced. "I'll take 
one of these little bundles and you can have the 
other."

I followed him into the kitchen with Irene in my arms 
then gasped as I saw the table set with a fancy table 
cloth, formal dinnerware and candles. In fact, 
candles were the only light in the room. He had 
already served up our food--all we needed to do was 
put the girls in their high chairs, let them have 
Cheerios and then enjoy dinner.

I began to sit down but Jim quickly sprang behind me 
to seat me. I think I blushed.

Dinner was fabulous and the twins even behaved 
themselves too. Or at least I was sufficiently 
diverted by what Jim was saying that I didn't really 
notice all that much what the girls were doing.

I had been swept off my feet. And it didn't even take 
a formal restaurant and date sort of event. Jim was 
so sweet!

But I wasn't prepared for my next to last day in 
Seattle. Jim suddenly said that he had a vacation day 
that he needed to use up and he was hoping that I 
would help him do just that.

"What?" I vacuously asked.

"Come along with me, Bianca," he explained. "The 
twins will be in daycare so it's okay."

So I followed him along on an adventure throughout 
Seattle that morning. We saw the aquarium and then 
Pike's Market. But when he took me to lunch at a 
small little cafe off the beaten path, I was 
completely overwhelmed.

"So, Bianca, I've been thinking about what you said. 
That I should give some thought to the twins and who 
their mother is going to be."

He raised his hand as I began to protest.

"My interpretation of what you said, yes, but a very 
important question." He paused and looked down at his 
crab salad. "Bianca, you got me to thinking. Who 
could love these girls and raise them as they needed 
to be raised. I heard you and wondered if you might 
be up to that. I talked with my mom and then spent 
the last week fretting and worrying about what the 
outcome would be. I've wrestled with the question of 
whether I am honoring Winnie or dishonoring her in 
looking for a wife so soon." 

He laughed nervously. 

"My mom said that it shows honor in two ways. First 
it shows how indispensable Winnie was; and second," 
he paused and looked down. "Second, she said that I'm 
honoring Winnie by looking to find a wife and a 
mother of the twins in someone that Winnie already 
knew and trusted and loved." He took my hands into 
his and looked deep into my eyes. "Dearest Bianca, I 
know that you have suggested that you would like to 
stay here with the twins and not return to your home, 
but I want to ask, do you want to be my wife? to love 
me and stay with me and take care of our children?"

I was flummoxed and overwhelmed with emotion and joy. 
My eyes misted over and I could barely think.

"Yes," I finally squeaked. "Yes. Please. When?"

"I don't know, dear," he answered. "It depends on 
what your dad and your grandpa say. And I still have 
to come up with a plan to wed you since you're 
underage."

"I'll be seventeen in a week."

"That helps a bit. But what do you say?"

"Jim, yes. Please! Of course. Can we?" I was nearly 
insane with desire and happiness.

I honestly don't remember much of what we did after 
that. I think I finished eating, but I don't remember 
what. I think that we went somewhere else and walked 
and he talked. I didn't say much, but I know that I 
was grinning from ear to ear. I do have little 
memories burned into my mind: things like the smell 
of his leather jacket and he wrapped his arm around 
me, pulling me close to him as we walked down the 
sidewalk; or the vibrant pink camellias along a metal 
fence that over hung the bench where he pulled out a 
simple gold band to slip it on my finger--my ring 
finger! Oh, my gawsh! I was engaged!

"It's not a fancy ring," he said. "I don't know how 
bling would work with you returning to high school."

I didn't say anything--I couldn't! I was so 
overwhelmed in a good sort of way. I had read a book 
the previous year that had a Welsh phrase that stuck 
with me. "Y Dduw, y mae yr hapusrwydd yma yn ormod yw 
ddal!" ("Dear God, this happiness is too much for me 
to bear.") I didn't know exactly how to pronounce it, 
but I used to imagine that somehow I could speak 
Welsh so I would occasionally blurt my version of 
that phrase out at random times. But now, when it 
would have been most appropriate, I couldn't think of 
it nor would I have even been able to speak it--I was 
so choked up with happiness and joy!

"You can call it a promise band," he whispered as he 
held me close. "I promise to make this happen. I 
don't know when and I don't know how, but this is my 
promise to you."

I think I was nearly bawling with happiness.

I also remember that eventually we had to stop by the 
daycare and pick the twins up. It brought fresh tears 
of joy knowing that soon, I would be picking these 
girls up every day and tending to them and eventually 
bringing more children into our little family.

As we settled the twins into their high chairs for 
dinner, Jim turned to me and said, "This is much 
different than I had imagined it."

I nodded, pretty sure that I was still smiling 
broadly.

"I really wanted to spend this afternoon with you in 
a private setting just holding you and being 
intimate, but I don't know if I trust myself."

I came over and hugged him close to me. "I think I 
know what you mean, but I have a confession."

"What's that?"

"I want you to do most all of those things with me 
and to me. Everything except the real sex stuff."

"But, Bianca, You're underage and I would be so 
busted."

"Not if we're just hugging and kissing. But who knows 
what I might happened to kiss," I paused smiling at 
the thought. "But I made a promise to myself--based 
on something that Winnie told me long ago. She said 
to save myself for the special man who would come 
along. I think that might be you. So we can wait, 
cause I don't want to get you in trouble. But after 
all those wonderful things we did today and all your 
sweetness? I'm dying to hold you close to me all 
night long."

"Oh, Bianca. My sweet Bianca."

Then we French kissed. My first Frenching and it was 
with a guy that was about eight years my senior. And 
he had his hands all over my back and my ass cheeks. 
It was pure electricity as his tongue darted into my 
mouth and tickled my tongue. I was surprised at first 
then, being a bit more bold, I stuck my tongue into 
his mouth and he playfully sucked on it. My pussy 
tingled! And then as his hands fondled my butt, I 
felt the electricity spread so my whole body felt 
buzzy.

It was only a cry from Diana that brought us back to 
the kitchen.

But after the twins were down, I fairly pulled Jim 
into his bedroom and whispered excitedly, "I do want 
to spend tonight with you. We can't have real sex, 
but I know there's a lot of other things we can do. 
And even if it's only holding you all night long, 
that'll be better than sleeping by myself."

"Oh my sweet dear Bianca," he whispered as he pulled 
me into his embrace again. "Are you shivering?"

I shook my head. "Vibrating. I'm so happy!"

"I am beyond happy. Bianca, you have done this to me. 
I don't understand why or how, but that's the way it 
is."

Suddenly I was in his embrace again and he picked me 
up--easy for him and his six foot one stature--and 
laid me gently on his bed then laid down next to me 
and kissed me deeply on my lips. I melted into his 
arms and his kiss. We tongue-tangled for a while and 
I could barely contain my excitement. Jim's hands 
were all over my back and touching my ass. Some of my 
wildest dreams were being fulfilled.

I finally began reciprocating his hand motions. I was 
such a novice that I had no idea where I should touch 
a man but I returned his embrace and felt all along 
his back. Just the fact that I was touching him 
brought heightened joy and near paroxysms or delight 
to my vibrating body. I felt where his shirt was 
untucked from his pants and I boldly stuck my hands 
under his shirt and touched *HIM*! My heart skipped a 
beat and I gasped even though we were still French 
kissing.

"You okay?"

"Uh-huh," I fumbled. "I just touched you--your skin!"

Jim chuckled and hugged me tightly to himself. "Wanna 
touch more?"

"Yes!"

"Then help me out of my clothes."

We both set up and I fumbled with his buttons. I was 
nervous and inexperienced. Jim caught my shaking 
hands in his and kissed each finger in its turn 
tenderly. All ten of them. Then he undid a couple of 
them himself.

"It's like unwrapping an expensive Christmas 
present," he whispered. "You can take your time."

"I usually just rip the paper off," I laughed.

"Can't do that. I might be broken."

I giggled and leaned into him. "We can't have that, 
can we?"

"I'd be helpless to defend myself against you!"

Suddenly I wasn't as nervous. I was with Jim, my dear 
friend, my uncle and someone I desperately wanted to 
be intimate with. I finished unbuttoning his shirt 
and slipped it off then ran my hands over his chest 
that had a small but dense patch of dark hair. His 
abs were firm. A strange thought passed through my 
mind as I touched his nipples: these are the first 
nipples (other than my own) that I had ever touched.

"My turn," he whispered.

He then unbuttoned the three small buttons at my 
collar and I raised my arms as he slipped my blouse 
up and over my head; my hair cascaded in a waterfall 
as it fell through the neck hole of the shirt.. I 
knelt on the bed in front of him in my dark blue 
jeans and my light blue-gray bra.

Jim sucked his breath in. "Absolute picture of 
beauty," he finally said almost reverently.

I blushed. "You've seen tits before," I protested.

"Yes, but not yours. They're beautiful and I haven't 
properly seen them all the way yet. May I?"

He pointed to my bra. I nodded and he unhooked the 
front clasp then slowly released the tiny contents 
from their cloth constraints.

"Prettier than I had imagined." He knelt in front of 
me and stared. "Although I did get a peek several 
days ago."

"Christmas morning, right? I knew you gasped and it 
wasn't Diana pinching you."

"Guilty as charged. But I'm looking at your beautiful 
jewels differently now."

"How so?"

"Then it was only as an uncle with an accidental peek 
into something beautiful. Now it is as a lover 
viewing his precious bride to be and all her 
exquisite charms."

I blushed again. I was not used to such favorable 
attention being directed at me. All throughout my 
schooling, I learned how to avoid being noticed--
especially from most classmates. Usually when I 
received unsolicited attention, it was negative 
scrutiny, often poking fun at how small my chest was 
or how nerdy I was. No, step back, blend in, avoid 
trouble. But here, Jim was making my small tits into 
huge assets. Kinda mind-blowing. I enjoyed it because 
it was coming from Jim, but it still was unnatural 
and out of the realm of anything that I had 
experienced before.

"Why don't you lie back down," he finally said. "Then 
I can slip your jeans off."

I complied and giggled nervously as he undid my jeans 
and began pulling them down. He left my blue panties 
on but as the jeans were down around my knees, he 
paused and untied my shoes then slipped them off, one 
at a time. He then slipped his shoes and pants off 
and lay on the bed on top of my legs and just stared.

"What?" I laughed at him. He had a smile on his face 
that was both the silliest and sweetest.

"I'm viewing beauty, my love." And then through the 
panties, he traced the outline of my pussy with his 
fingers. Fire burned within my belly and radiated 
outward toward his finger hovering over my cunt. At 
the same time, tingles rippled through my nipples.

He then kissed my pussy through the fabric and his 
warm air seeped in and surrounded my most intimate 
part with his breath and his touch. My heart was 
pounding and I was on edge wondering what the next 
sensation would be. Already this was times told more 
exciting and sensual than any of my self-touching had 
ever been.

"I want to see your pussy," he whispered as he 
grasped my panties' waistband and tugged gently.

I lifted my hips and nearly the last remaining piece 
of cloth disappeared from my body. I now lay 
completely nude on his bed except for my white sox. 
Vulnerable? Quite, but I felt very safe with Jim 
watching over me.

"Oh, my word!" he whispered hoarsely.

I struggled to refocus and figure out what he meant. 
""What's wrong?"

"Nothing dear. I've never seen anything more 
beautiful in my whole life."

I avoided blushing that time. "Why? It's just me."

"And that's what I love."

He bent forward and traced the crease where each leg 
joined my body. His fingers brushed against my pussy 
lips. HE TOUCHED MY PUSSY! I felt wetness churn 
within my vagina and begin to ooze and leak outward.

"Open your legs so I can see your beauty," he 
whispered.

"I'm saving this for the man I love. You can't come 
in."

"Can I touch it?"

"But I will give you a glimpse of what's coming."

"You said that we might kiss and who knows 
where....."

"I love you, Jim." Then slowly I parted my legs and 
felt the cool air meet the heat of my slit and the 
moisture of my vagina.

"Oh, dear Bianca!" he exclaimed. I've never seen a 
more fresh pussy before. Nearly bald!"

"I got teased about that a lot in gym class," I 
answered quietly.

"I'm not teasing; I'm enjoying it."

"You really think this is pretty?" I asked in wonder.

"Bianca, some women pay a lot of money to remove 
their hair down there. And I tell you, I'm tenting. 
My dick is weeping in joy at how beautiful you are."

I looked at his face then down at his boxer shorts. 
His dick protruded out awkwardly and had already 
wetted the front of his shorts with a large wet spot.

"Can you take those off?" I asked.

"Not yet. I don't trust myself. But can I kiss your 
pussy?"

"No. You need to start up here, mister!"

Jim chuckled then scooted up and enfolded me in his 
strong arms and smashed his lips on mine and I was 
suddenly overwhelmed again with *HIM* and his kiss. 
We kissed for several minutes and I relished the 
familiar feeling of him wrapping his arms around me 
and exploring my mouth with his tongue. It was so 
warm and safe. But then he left off kissing my mouth 
and began kissing my chin and neck, then my collar 
bone and finally my breast bone and the small mounds 
that constituted my tits. But when he took my left 
nipple into his mouth and sucked, all previous 
understanding of sensation and sensual feelings were 
thrown out the window. I died!

"Oh. My!" I gasped loudly.

Jim kept sucking and licking my nipples--alternating 
from one side to the other, while I was enveloped in 
an increasing surge of emotions and feelings and 
pleasure. It was like nothing I had ever experienced. 
My pussy leaked like an artesian spring.

But he kept licking my nipples and I kept moaning in 
near ecstasy.

Finally he started moving away from my tiny tits and 
kissed his way down toward my groin. I felt a certain 
amount of relief as he left my tits, but as he drew 
nearer to my crotch, the anticipation and 
apprehension grew. At long last he touched my pussy--
or at least the outer margins of my pussy. I moaned 
and pumped my groin up toward his face.

Then suddenly, his mouth connected with my pussy. I 
died! It was out of this world. It was off the scale 
of anything that I had experienced before. It was so 
incredible! I shrieked with pleasure and joy.

But Jim did not stop. His mouth stayed attached to my 
pussy and he sucked and licked and nuzzled my most 
intimate region. He kept it up for a while--I have no 
concept of time since it ceased to move. All I was 
aware of was this intense pleasure center in my pussy 
and a growing shape of color that bobbed up and down 
on the horizon of my imagination. 

I had by that time closed my eyes and focused solely 
on the experience. This shape moved and bobbed and 
hovered just out of focus till suddenly I felt Jim's 
hands touch my breast at the same time that he sucked 
hard on my clit. The shape of color rushed toward me 
and I was surrounded by *WOW* and fireworks and a 
shuddering convulsion of intense pleasure as my first 
"other-derived" orgasm cascaded over me and left me 
speechless, breathless and grunting incomprehensible 
syllables.

It was several minutes later that I became aware that 
Jim was lying next to and on me. He was gently 
kissing my cheek and brushing my hair from around my 
face.

"Jim," I whispered.

He kissed my cheek again.

"Is it always like that?"

He smiled. "Usually. Sometimes better!"

"Can I do that to you?"

"I would be honored, dear Bianca."

He laid back on the bed and I helped him shimmy out 
of his underwear. Oh, my! A real live dick, engorged, 
enflamed with passion and desire, throbbing and 
twitching in anticipation--and inches away from my 
face.

"Is he crying?" I asked laughing slightly. I was 
still a little nervous about the whole thing even 
though I just had a mind blowing orgasm of celestial 
proportions.

He glanced down at his dick then chuckled. "No, 
that's pre-cum. You could call it tears of joy." He 
looked up into my eyes with the tenderest look. "Have 
you done this before?"

I shook my head.

"Don't worry. Just be gentle. You're doing fine 
already."

I cautiously wrapped the fingers of my right hand 
around his quickening rod and he moaned and closed 
his eye as he lay back. I left my hand then with a 
light bit of pressure and scooted so that I could 
plant my lips on his. His eyes were closed so he was 
a little surprised at first, but quickly joined in 
kissing my lips and gently sucking on them.

I decided to do as he did and began kissing him down 
over his chin, his neck and his collar bone then on 
to his sternum. (Yes, I thought in those sort of 
technical terms having had a class in physiology. I 
was such a nerd!) I was a little unsure whether guys 
wanted their nipples played with so I left them alone 
and slid further downward.

The whole time, his dick had been trapped underneath 
me, pressing up hard against my thigh and then my 
belly. As I slid lower I felt that throbbing rod run 
across my tit. I stopped and made sure to brush my 
nipple several times across the head of his dick--a 
single strand of his pre-cum briefly stretched across 
to my tit.

I took his dick into both hands and kissed it. He 
moaned and grunted appreciatively and thrust his hips 
upward toward my face. I felt bolder so I took a 
lick. It didn't taste too bad--and I rather liked the 
musky, manly scent that emanated from his groin. I 
buried my nose in the pubic hair at the base of his 
dick and inhaled deeply. Yes, I was hooked. His smell 
made me more excited and the fact that his rigid dick 
was lying across my left cheek only made me more 
randy.

I threw caution to the wind and enveloped the head of 
his dick with my mouth. I recalled something that 
Emma mentioned about avoiding teeth at the last 
moment and surrounded his meat with my lips and my 
tongue. I tasted musky saltiness and heard grunts of 
pleasure. My hands explore the length of his stiff 
shaft and fondled his balls within their sack. I was 
amazed at how much hair there was. I was also 
fascinated by how different each of his balls felt as 
I gently traced its shape through his sack.

I figured I was on the right track as he moaned and 
thrust his hips up toward me again. I did not 
recognize just how close he was to erupting. I 
suppose it was a combination of having not done it in 
a while and then his dick was in contact with my body 
for several minutes, plus the whole episode of his 
eating me out.

Anyway, I had no clue. I kept licking and sucking on 
his dick head, one hand around the shaft and the 
other cupping his hairy balls. My first indication 
that something was happening was his balls churned 
within the sack and drew up against his body. Then 
his legs went stiff and he grasped my shoulder and 
pressed hard. At that moment I felt his dick spasm 
hard and his juice boiled up and out of his dick. I 
gagged and pulled off the head as volley two and 
three splatter me in the face and neck. A forth 
volley landed on my chest. A fifth and sixth coated 
his belly with white.

I was astounded. I had heard of the process, but the 
reality was far greater than anything that I had 
imagined. I cleared my nose the gingerly swallowed 
some of his cum. I didn't gag, but I couldn't 
understand how Emma said it actually tasted good--
unless she was making the whole thing up.

Jim finally began to stir. "Bianca, my Bianca! Oh, 
that was great!"

I hugged him, trying to avoid the white puddle on his 
belly.

"Oh, sheesh, Let me get something to clean us up."

"Like a shower?"

He looked at me then smiled broadly. "Yes, like a 
shower."

We went into the master bath and Jim started the 
shower. We leisurely soaped each other up and rinsed 
each other off. No orgasms, but a gentle time of 
touching and exploring. I was amazed at how swiftly 
his cock deflated. Perhaps, not a complete deflating, 
but it was no longer stiff and upright. I also was 
surprised at how his touching my tits didn't feel all 
that good any more. He said that post-orgasmic 
response sometimes is the nerves are just too tired 
and want to be left alone.

We dried each other off then slipped our underwear 
on. "I don't trust your dick yet," I whispered. "I 
still am saving this pussy till the right time with 
the right man."

"I respect that," he said as he slipped into his bed 
with me. "And I want to make sure that I'm the right 
man and that it happens sooner than later."

"I'm so excited, Jim!" Then I place my head against 
his shoulder and fell asleep soon after that.



Chapter 6

I awoke and the bed was empty. The clock said five 
thirty. It was then that the sad realization crashed 
in around me: I had to leave Jim and the twins and go 
back to my home. I had to be at the airport in an 
hour and a half. That's the only reason that I pulled 
myself out of bed even though I wanted to stay there 
and miss my flight and hafta stay in Seattle with Jim 
even longer!

I quickly went through my morning routine and came 
down to the kitchen and found Jim was already cooking 
a big breakfast as well as taking care of the twins 
in their high chairs. I gave him a kiss on the cheek 
then sat down to watch.

"Hey, is that all I get?" he laughed.

"For now. I don't want to interrupt your flow. But do 
you need some help?"

"I got it. And I want you to see that I really can do 
this." He came over and set a cup of coffee in front 
of me then kissed my forehead. "And I need to see 
that I can do it too, Bianca. It's gonna be an 
adventure. Sure hope we can get you back out here 
soon!"

"Don't make me cry," I said. "I'm gonna do that soon 
enough."

Jim smiled sweetly at me and nodded.

As he finished cooking and tending to Diana and 
Irene, I brushed my hair and wove it into a long 
thick but loose braid.

"That is so pretty," Jim commented.

"What?" I suddenly felt a little self-conscious.

"Your hair--I like the braid."

"Is that all?"

"No. I love your eyes too."

"Really? Anything else you'd like to confess?"

"Yes. I love your breasts, I love the shape of your 
beautiful ass and, quite frankly, I loved the taste 
of your pussy."

I blushed, but tried to keep a stern face. "Is that 
all?"

"Almost. And most importantly, I love you--everything 
about you. Thank you for staying here the past couple 
of weeks. You helped me refocus my attitude and give 
me great hope." He touched my finger where the 
promise band rested. "And I have to explore how to 
marry you as well as get your family on board with 
the proposal."

My eyes misted up again. "Jim, you're too sweet. How 
am I going to be able to leave here?"

"I suppose you can argue with yourself. It's the 
right thing to do and it's only temporary. You are 
going to have to explain to your parents. It's best 
to do that in person. I have the tough job of do this 
by phone."

"I think Mom already suspects something."

"Oh?"

"I sent her a pic of the roses you gave me and she 
asked if there was a meaning to that particular 
color."

Jim laughed. "And you said?"

"I said I didn't know. But I know now. And I think 
that Mom has been suspecting something more. I think 
I've been talking a lot about what WE'VE been doing 
and not as much as what the twins are doing."

"Mothers would notice that. What are you going to 
tell her about the ring on your finger."

"That it's a promise ring."

"We have our work cut out for us, don't we?"

"Remember that I turn 17 in two weeks. That means in 
just over 12 months we can legally wed regardless of 
what others say."

Jim nodded but said, "We want their blessing and 
their approval. We'll get it."

He was right and I knew it.

We were at the airport in time and Jim stayed with me 
as long as he could before I had to go through check-
in and wait to board the plane. I kissed the girls 
several times then turned and gave Jim the most 
sincere kiss I could in a public place.

"Text me often," I whispered then turned to leave.

My eyes were pretty misty and I'm sure that others 
noticed it. But when I bumped into a businessman and 
caused him to spill his coffee, I felt horrible.

"I'm so sorry. Can I get you another coffee?"

He was real nice about it and said, "Oh, there's no 
need. It looks like you need a hand. Where you headed 
to?"

I told him the gate and the flight.

"I'm going that way. Let me help you. My name is 
Robert."

So he took one of my suitcases and rolled it along 
and made small talk. I was a bit leery of him at 
first but he seemed like a nice man: warm, friendly, 
talked of getting home to his family in Pennsylvania. 
Seemed legitimate. But when we boarded and he was in 
the same row as I was, that became a little weird.

"At least we won't have the awkwardness of trying to 
introduce ourselves since that's out of the way," he 
said. "But if you're a little uncomfortable with 
spending the next five or six hours wedged in a seat 
next to a middle aged man, I can ask the attendant if 
there's somewhere else one of us could go."

"No. I'm okay." I don't know why I said that. Maybe 
it was because I didn't want to inconvenience an 
older gentleman who was being so nice. Perhaps it was 
all his ploy. But the words were out of my mouth and 
I was now stuck in the window seat with this older 
man in the aisle seat strapping me in.

After the plane was in the air for a while, and after 
I had tired of staring out the window at the passing 
groundscapes, the gentleman, Robert, asked if I 
needed anything."

"I'm okay now."

"No, they come by only twice on a transcontinental 
flight. You have to grab it while you can. And you 
really should stay hydrated."

So I did ask for a water and a coke. It was good that 
Robert prodded me to do so, but a little later I had 
to make a trip up the aisle to the potty. Robert was 
a gentleman and stood up to let me pass then stood 
again as I returned to my seat.

"Are you always this cordial?" I asked as the 
seatbelt light flashed on.

"Usually," he replied. "I have found that 
pleasantries and civility is the grease that helps 
our society work and move smoothly."

"That's a great quote. Can I use it?"

"Certainly. But where are you going to use it?"

"I'm in high school so I might use it in a paper or 
an essay."

"High School, huh? That surprises me a little. 
Especially with that ring on your finger."

I glanced down at my hand. "Yeah, this is a promise 
ring. He and I have promised to each other and we'll 
wait till it is proper till we can get married."

"Now that is a refreshing thing to hear. You seem 
like a retro chic girl."

I smiled.

"I'm glad to hear that people still think in those 
terms."

I laughed and looked down. "That's the way my parents 
raise me."

"They did good."

There was silence for a long while and after I 
finished my drink, I realized that I was rather 
tired. I turned my trash in and crumpled my coat up 
against the window and soon fell asleep. I awoke an 
hour or so later and Robert was still next to me. He 
was reading a magazine. I suddenly felt awkward as I 
had worn a skirt with leggings. But everything seemed 
in place and the man next to me was a proper distance 
away from me.

Robert turned to me and said, "They just announced 
another round of refreshments. Are you thirsty 
again?"

I nodded.

"Have a good sleep?"

"Somewhat. I think that I can sleep better in first 
period that I can in these seats."

Robert leaned back in his seat and quietly laughed. 
"Oh, my, that's funny, Bianca. But what classes are 
you taking in school?"

"Let's see, I have honors chemistry, US government, 
AP English, Math Analysis, AP Biology and PE."

"Wow. Let me say that I'm impressed. And what grade 
are you in?"

"Sophomore."

"Doubly impressed. And you have a promise ring for a 
special someone. Gracious. I'm gonna have to tell my 
wife and children about this. Oh, don't worry. I 
won't mention any names at all."

I laughed.

I think that it was good that he was next to me, 
because it diverted my attention away from meeting my 
family and how I would tell my Mom about Jim.

But as we landed in Pittsburg, I suddenly became 
worried about how my parents would react to Jim and 
me being engaged. Robert touched my arm and said 
quietly, "I don't know what you're thinking or what 
you're facing, but here's a bit of advice my mom told 
me years ago. 'Tell the truth and present it in the 
best light possible. Truth always wins over non-
truth.'"

"Thank you." I touched his arm and smiled as he 
looked at me.

Robert smiled and then turned and left. I was 
suddenly alone and had to figure out where I needed 
to go to meet my family. I decided that the first 
thing I'd do would be to put the promise ring deep in 
a zipped pocket of my carry-on bag. I'd bring it out 
later for show and tell.

It was maybe ten minutes later that I emerged from 
the labyrinth of TSA corridors that I saw my Mom and 
my Dad. And my brother and sister tagging along after 
them. I was very happy!

"So how are the twins?" my Mom asked after hugging me 
and making sure that I was intact.

"They're doing remarkably well," I answered.

"And Jim?" my Dad asked.

"Very well, Dad. He made sure to have breakfast for 
me and the twins this morning just to prove that he 
could do it."

Dad chuckled. "Jim's a good man."

"So tell us about your time there," Mom insisted.

"Oh, there's so much," I began. "The twins started 
being fussy and Irene definitely showed signs of 
teething."

"How'd did Jim handle it?"

"So far?" I laughed. "I was the one that woke up to 
care for the babies. That's why Jim wanted to show 
that he could do it all this morning. And," I 
chuckled, "I think he can."

"What do you mean?" Dad asked.

"Oh, he made sure to wake up before any of us and 
started breakfast and got the twins dressed and was 
feeding them as I walked into the kitchen."

"He is a good man," Dad re-affirmed.

As we drove home, I shared pictures of the twins and 
some of the things that I did with Jim. My siblings 
asked lots of questions and were excited to tell me 
all the things THEY had done while I was gone. Mom 
also asked lots of questions and reminded me that 
school was starting up bright and early on Monday 
morning--so I had a day and a half to get back on 
Eastern time.

As we neared our home, Dad said, "I'm really glad 
that you came back on a Saturday, Bianca."

"Why's that, Dad?"

"It allowed me to come pick you up. There was no way 
at all I could have come yesterday or the day before. 
Work was crazy."

"I'm glad you came too, Dad. It was really nice to 
see all of you after flying alone for nearly six 
hours."

Once home Dad and Michael brought my stuff up to my 
room. 

I texted Jim that I was home and was going to talk 
with Mom now. I then found Mom and pulled her up to 
my room and said, "I have to show you something."

"So what is it, dear?" Mom asked as she sat down on 
my bed.

"Mom, you remember how you warned me to be careful of 
emotions--especially in view of everything."

Mom nodded.

"I really didn't want to leave Seattle. I wanted to 
stay there with Jim and the twins."

"I could tell that something was happening in your 
mind."

"It was. And I know beyond a shadow of any doubt that 
I love Jim."

"That's pretty strong."

"It is. And Jim responded. You saw the picture of the 
roses he gave me. I looked up the meaning of that 
color."

"Oh, dear, I was hoping that was NOT the case."

"But it is, Mama. And Jim gave me this ring as a 
promise." I pulled the gold band out of my backpack 
and slipped it on. "See?"

"He gave you that?"

"He did. And he gave it to me with a promise that he 
would find out the best way and the best time to 
bring me back to Seattle."

Mom just stared at my finger.

"So instead of doing something rash, I came back 
because I do want the best. I know that at some point 
that will include marrying Jim."

"You're only sixteen."

"Seventeen next week."

She put both of her hands up to her face and breathed 
deeply. "This is so sudden, Bianca. There's so much 
to think through."

"I know."

"Please tell me the truth. Did you have sex?"

"No, Mamma. But he kissed me much more seriously than 
ever--and I kissed him right back. Jim was only the 
perfect gentleman while I was there."

I knew better than explain everything that we had 
done--keep it to kissing and don't explain all the 
places that we kissed.

As we were discussing things, I heard the phone ring 
and then Michael yelled out, "Papa, it's for you!" I 
had a good idea who and what that was about.

About fifteen minutes or so later, Dad entered the 
room and looked at me then Mom. Mom said, "You'll 
never guess what's on our daughter's mind."

"I think I might," he replied. "I was about to say, 
you'd never guess who was on the phone and what he 
was asking."

"Oh, my!" Mom closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. 
"So it is real and pretty serious?"

"Yes." Dad sat down next to me so I was in between my 
parents. "Bianca?" He looked in my eyes. "What if I 
said no?"

I took a deep breath and slowly answered. "Then I 
wouldn't get married now. I would wait till sometime 
after I was legally an adult, hoping all the while 
that you'd change your mind."

"What if I said it would be best if you waited till 
you finished college?"

"I would try to wait. But Dad? Would it be fair to 
Diana and Irene to be without a mother for that 
long?"

"That's one of the things that Jim asked me." He 
looked at my mom and said, "Jim is talking with my 
dad and mom about this too."

"What'd they say?"

"Dunno. He's probably calling right now."

"Oh, Samuel! She's still only sixteen."

Dad nodded. "And far more mature than others her age. 
Gotta give her that."

"Are you leaning toward saying yes?" Mom suddenly 
asked.

"I ain't saying one way or the other yet. But you 
know you were pretty young when I snagged you away 
from your mom."

"But I had graduated from high school."

"And Bianca is almost ready to do that too." He 
slapped his knee then said, "Let's wait till my Dad 
says something on this. And you know that Mom will 
definitely have an opinion." He put his arm around me 
and said softly, "Bianca, you sure do know how to 
pull excitement out of thin air, don't you?!"

"Honey," Mom said finally softening her demeanor, 
"This really surprised me. I guess you could say that 
I was in shock."

"Was?" Dad laughed. "I think I still am."

I didn't get an answer that night.

I got a text from Jim late on Saturday night that 
said he had talked to my Dad and my Grandpa--went 
better than he had expected. I texted back that I 
loved him soooooo much and was already missing him. 
"pls kiss the twins for me" I suddenly smiled to 
myself when I realized that I had inserted a "the" in 
the text. I was becoming more like my Mom. Or maybe 
it was because I was showing concern and a quiet 
respect by starting to use a more proper syntax. I 
mean, I did study English and all.

"Dear Bianca, may this small interlude where we are 
separated by many miles will be brief. I <3 U. Pls 
accept this as a goodnight kiss."

I quietly wept then kissed my cell phone.

I didn't hear any more about my engagement that 
night. In fact the subject was eerily absent 
throughout most of Sunday too.

I went to school on Monday, caught in a surreal world 
of pretend and make believe. Classes had actually 
started the week before so I was behind in all my 
classes. Didn't matter. I was ultimate nerd--I could 
overcome the deficit in a single week and leap over 
the obstacles in a single bound. Except..... I still 
had Jim and the twins on my mind.

Mr. Easton, my Chemistry teacher pulled me aside at 
the end of my first week back in school and asked if 
everything was okay.

I told him about Winnie's death, our sorrowful 
Christmas and my staying and helping the twins.

"So you're still dealing with a lot of emotional 
stuff?" he asked.

I nodded.

"I understand," he said softly. "It took me a long 
time to get over when my wife died."

My eyes clouded over instantly with tears and I felt 
my heart move sideways in my chest again. I touched 
his arm and said, "I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Bianca. I'm mostly over it. I won't see 
my Wendy again in this life, but I have her memories 
and I know how much she loved me and how much I loved 
her."

I was quietly crying then as I grasped his hand. 
"That is so sweet. That's exactly how I feel about 
Winnie."

He squeezed my hand in reply. "Go on. You will do 
well. You're one of the best students that I've had 
in years. I know that you'll be able to overcome this 
tragedy too. Okay?"

My second week back in school was much better. Yet I 
still hadn't heard a definite answer one way or the 
other about my engagement.

Oh, Jim texted me every day and sometimes called me. 
I thrilled at hearing his voice and laughed as he 
would put Diana or Irene on to babble into the phone. 
My Mom told me that she and Dad as well as my 
grandparents were thinking the whole thing through 
and would have an answer soon enough. "You can trust 
us, can't you, Bianca?" she asked me.

"I think so," I replied. "It's just so hard not 
knowing."

Mom didn't say anything immediately but she wrapped 
her arms around me in a great hug. "You're more like 
me than I want to acknowledge," she said close to my 
ear.

It was the end of my second week back--Jim had told 
me to take it easy and just let things settle into 
place. I was sure hoping that he was correct and that 
things really would settle into place soon. We went 
over to my grandparents' house for a big Sunday 
lunch. Nothing odd about that since we did that a 
couple of times a month. Michael and Olivia were 
talking up a storm and excited to show the 
grandparents what they had learned in school.

I turned to my Mom and whispered, "I was like that 
too, wasn't I?"

She smiled and nodded. "Maybe not in all the ways. I 
mean you hung out with Winnie."

Hearing my Aunt's name immediately brought back 
thousands of memories and the bitter loss of her 
passing. It also conjured up pictures of the twins 
and then Jim in his deft buffness feeding the girls 
at the kitchen table and seeing his sweet smile.

Mom saw the sorrow welling up in me and gave me a 
needed hug. "Bianca, you well have to learn to deal 
with the loss. What you told your brother and sister 
is an important lesson. You have your cry or two or 
three but then you move on and honor Winnie's memory 
by doing things that she would have done. Right?"

"You're right," I finally whispered. "But it's so 
hard living in between like this."

"It will be okay, Bianca." Mom gently stroked my long 
hair and patted my back.

Dinner was fine and I don't mean any disrespect by 
saying it was okay and I enjoyed it, but it was just 
the same as always. Grandpa was just the same as 
always as he turned to Michael who was having a hard 
time cutting his meat. Grandpa said, "Sometime you 
just gotta step on it and growl."

The adults laughed. I smiled, having heard it several 
times before. Michael actually growled and cut 
through the meat successfully. But then there was a 
phone ringing in the other room.

Grandma excused herself then hurried to answer it.

A few minutes later she motioned to grandpa and he 
excused himself. It was only a couple of minute after 
that that grandpa reappeared and motioned to my Dad. 
But I was very surprised when I was called next. Dad 
pointed to me and said, "Bianca?"

I rushed into the kitchen where the phone was and 
snatched it from the table where the receiver lay. 
"Hello?"

"Bianca!"

I knew that voice. My heart thrilled at the sound of 
his voice and I sank to the floor at the base of the 
wall where grandma's phone was attached to the wall. 
"Jim, it's so good to hear your voice!"

"And I love hearing yours too!" he replied.

"Why are you calling my grandparents?"

"So they've told you nothing?"

"What?" I answered.

"Bianca," Jim paused and I heard him start to speak 
twice then break off. "This is harder than I thought 
it was going to be. I really wish that I was there in 
person to tell you."

I immediately thought the worse. "Jim, I don't want 
to know. If it's bad news, I don't want to hear it at 
all."

"It's not bad, dear."

I stopped. My heart jumped. Could it be?

"Bianca, you once said that you wanted to stay with 
me and the twins. I found a way, but there's a small 
catch?"

"Really?" I squealed. "How?"

"The catch is that you have to change your name. You 
will no longer be called Bianca Ayame Kimura."

I still didn't understand where he was going.

"No, you'll have to take the name Bianca Ayame 
Lundquist."

"What?" Suddenly it all became clear. I screamed. 
"Jim!"

A few moments later, Jim said, was that a happy 
scream I heard?

"Yes! YES!"

"Dear, sweet Bianca, would you be my wife?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!"

There was a lot of happy, unintelligent cross talk 
and chatter over the next several minutes. Finally 
Jim explained that he had looked into transferring me 
to a nearby high school, "They have a similar 
curriculum."

"I could care less at the moment," I replied.

"No, it's important because your parents and 
grandparents all said that the only way that this 
would work was if you continued your education and 
that I would support you through college. And that 
means that you will have to finish your high school 
classes."

I suddenly was overwhelmed and placed my head on my 
knees. I was still holding the receiver in my hand 
but I hardly knew what to say.

"Bianca? Are you still there?"

"Yes. Barely"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm about to pass out from joy and sheer rapture." 
And then I began crying.

"And you're crying?" he asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Bianca, do you want to know when?"

"Uh-huh!"

"You have to finish this quarter then we'll marry and 
you'll finish your classes out here in Seattle."

"The quarter?" I struggled to calculate when that 
would end. "Spring break!?" I suddenly exclaimed.

"Yes."

"Oh, Jim! I'm so happy! But we have so much to do so 
quickly."

"True, my dear. And I wish that I was there with you 
to help. But I am sending a little bit of help."

"And that is?"

"It's far too late to get a wedding dress so I am 
sending Winnie's dress out to your grandma. She 
agreed to alter it and make it your own."

"Oh, Jim!" And I started bawling in earnest.

"I really wish I was there to hold you and to stroke 
your hair and to kiss the tears from your cheeks."

"I don't think I've ever been happier," I said 
between tears and sobs.

"It doesn't sound it."

I laughed and sobbed and giggled at the same time 
into the phone.

"Bianca, you have to pull yourself together."

I snorted and coughed then sobbed one last time.

"Are you okay now."

"Yes," I replied. "But I'm almost ready to pass out 
with glee!"

Jim laughed. "The twins are on the floor in front of 
me, They are trying to crawl. In fact Irene is 
actually making some crawling like motions."

"Am I really going to marry you in March?" I gasped.

"March 21th. Are you ready?"

"Jim!" I shrieked. "I'm gonna be married in less than 
nine weeks!"

"Yep. And I'm so excited!"

"Excited!? I'm crawling out of my skin!"

"I'll be out there before the wedding."

"What?"

"The wedding will be out in your town and I'll be out 
there a couple of weeks before hand."

"I can't wait," I gushed.

"Nor I. But somehow we must. And I will be taking you 
on a wonderful honeymoon."

"Jim! I may have swooned."

"Have you ever been out of the USA?"

"Quebec."

"Then get ready to be impressed. And pack your swim 
suit."

"Where?" I could hardly believe that we were going to 
be married and then Jim was talking about a 
honeymoon.

"Bahamas!"

"I am so happy, I think I'm gonna pee!"

Jim laughed. I heard him snort and guffaw! "What?"

"I'm laughing and crying so hard that I think I'm 
gonna split a gusset and pee."

"I can wait for you if you hafta go."

"You've already waited for me and I have waited for 
you. You know I'm seventeen now?"

"I do. And you should receive a package soon."

"What's in it?"

"Something special," he answered. "The wedding dress 
that Winnie wore as well as a birthday present."

"You are so sweet. Why can't March be here sooner?"

Jim laughed and his voice was music to my ears. "It 
will be here soon enough, dear Bianca. And you know 
who's gonna watch our girls?"

I thrilled as he said "our girls"!

"Your grandma and your mom. I'm flying out before the 
wedding to make sure that everything is okay. Plus I 
wanna see you."

We talked for another half hour or so--mostly him 
talking and me sniveling and answering in simple 
phrases or single words. But I was so happy. I was 
thrilled, I was ecstatic and beside myself!

After saying good-bye, I stood up to hang the phone 
up. I stayed in the kitchen for several more long 
moments, contemplating all that we had said. My Mom 
came in and found me leaning against the phone and 
staring off into space.

"Are you okay, Bianca?

I hugged my Mom and whispered, "He really wants to 
marry me. And you are okay with that?"

Mom hugged me in return and replied softly. "Jim won 
us over to his view and he has promised that he will 
look after you to make sure that you finished your 
education."

I nodded into her shoulder. "That's what he told me. 
And he wants a March wedding!?"

"Why not?" Mom laughed and grasped me tightly. "Why 
not? You obviously love each other deeply."

"Mamma! I'm so happy."

"You're going to have to tell Michael and Olivia 
now."

"You'll help me?"

"Yes, dear."

There was a lot of shouting and screaming and happy 
delight that afternoon. I remember looking at my 
grandma and saw her beaming brightly then I looked at 
my Dad and he was smiling and hugging Mom. Nothing 
could have made it more perfect unless Jim himself 
were there. But that was coming soon. Jim promised 
that!

And I was floating on cloud nine.

Arrangements for the wedding suddenly occupied my 
mind when I wasn't studying.

I kept the news to myself all that next week, even 
though I was dying to tell my friends. I finally told 
Emma after school on Friday.

"You know this ring that I'm wearing?"

"Um-huh. You said it was a promise ring."

"It was. And it's even more now."

"Wait. When you said promise ring, I thought you were 
talking about a chastity ring or something like 
that."

I shook my head and laughed. That *DID* explain why 
she hadn't asked me much more about the ring. "Well, 
maybe some of that is mixed up in it. But it's a 
promise. We promised each other to wait for each 
other."

The look on Emma's face was priceless. "You're 
talking like you're gonna get married sometime. You 
don't even have a boyfriend!"

"No. I have a fiancé."

"You're serious? It's nowhere near April first."

I nodded.

"I'll be married by then."

Emma shrieked. "No way! Get out!"

"Yes, way!" I laughed because she was making the best 
faces. "And Ems?" (That was my nickname for her.) 
"I'd like you in the wedding as a bride's maid."

"Wait. Who?"

"Jim."

Emma stared hard at me then her eyes grew very large 
and she placed her hands over her mouth and 
whispered, "Oh shit! You mean Jim, your uncle?"

"He's not my biological uncle--technically not 
related--and he's only eight years older than I am."

"That. Is. Weird!"

"Ems, you're not helping. My parents and grandparents 
are all on board with this. There's nothing illegal 
or even kinky about it. I love Jim and I want to be 
with him the rest of my life. I love the little girls 
and can't imagine that they have no mother now. Jim 
is the sweetest man that I know and he called this 
past weekend and we're going to get married in 
March."

Emma finally hugged me. "I'm sorry Bees." (That was 
her nickname for me.) "It's just a shock. Most high-
schoolers are not thinking of getting married. Maybe 
getting laid, but definitely not getting married. And 
you!? Don't take this wrong, but you're the queen of 
nerd and geek. No one would have ever guessed!"

"Queen of nerd and geek!?" I protested.

"But only in the best way possible. And a beautiful 
queen too!"

Normally I would have slapped her arm playfully 
because she was the beautiful one, the girl that many 
guys wanted to go out with or was at least the 
subject of many wet dreams, the chic with the ample 
assets and the cute, innocent round face. Normally, I 
said, but Jim changed that. He made *ME* feel like I 
was the most special girl on the planet; he told me 
that my tits were beautiful and he then proved it by 
kissing them and sported a huge erection that saluted 
me in honor. Emma got dates, but I got a man.

So I didn't try to argue with her but merely said, 
"Maybe just beautiful enough to attract the sweetest 
man possible."

"Q. E. D." she said, imitating the way our math 
teacher ended formal proofs.

"Oh, and who's the up and coming replacement Queen of 
Nerd?" I grabbed her hands and asked again, "So would 
you be my bride's maid?"

"I would love it!" she squealed and bounced.

"Don't talk about this yet. Okay? I still have to 
coordinate things and my parents are going to let the 
school know so that it's official and not something 
illegal or clandestine."

"Listen to you, using all those big words like a 
Queen of Geek!" She laughed. "Yes, I'll keep my mouth 
shut."

My parents did contact the principal and set her 
concerns to ease. Of course, the principal talked 
with my teachers and then my teachers talked with me.

Mr. Easton came up to me as Chemistry was dismissed 
and asked about the news. "Bianca, I just heard. I 
don't know whether I'm happy for you or sad for us."

Emma just joined the conversation, having come from 
another class. "Why would you be sad?" she asked.

"Because she'll be leaving us."

"WHAT!?" Emma turned to me. "You never said that!"

"I said I'm getting married to Jim and you know that 
he lives in Seattle."

"Oh. Shiii...." she looked at Mr. Easton and 
continued, "..iiips in the harbor are sinking fast."

"Good save, Emma," he said with a wink.

"But you're leaving? When?"

"Right after I get married. Jim and I say 'we do', we 
kiss, cut the cake and he takes me on a honeymoon and 
then we fly back to Seattle with the twins and I 
start up school there."

"I, I, I...."

"You're repeating yourself, dear."

She slapped my arm and said, "I can't believe this. 
You are my best friend." She turned to Mr. Easton and 
added, "I've known her ever since the first day of 
kindergarten."

"And you are still my best friend, Ems. You were the 
first person I told about my engagement. And you'll 
absolutely just have to come out and visit us soon."

"Well...."

"Bianca, that answers one question I had. I was sure 
hoping that you weren't going to drop out of school 
or shirk your education."

"Nope, Jim and I agree--as do my parents--that I have 
to finish high school and then go to college."

"Well then, I will say congratulations."

News then spread--slowly at first then like a 
snowball rolling down hill, collecting more and more 
as it went along so I became something of a 
celebrity. I didn't like it and I didn't have time to 
deal with it. Usually, I would use lunch time to grab 
a quick bite then do more homework or more studying. 
I would love being in the library at my favorite 
table. But with my new-found social status, I was not 
left alone. Mr. Easton allowed me and Emma to use his 
room during lunch while he puttered around in the 
back prep room.

The days and weeks slowly tick by. March 21st seemed 
so far away finally grew closer: three weeks, two 
weeks, eleven days! And that's when Jim flew in with 
the twins in tow. I knew they were coming, but had 
classes and a huge presentation in English to give so 
my grandparents drove to pick them up. It was hard to 
keep my mind on my classes. 

Mrs. West, my English teacher motioned for me to stay 
after class.

"It was that bad?" I asked. I really felt that I had 
not given my best performance.

"On the contrary, you had perhaps one of the hardest 
poems to analyze and you pulled it off rather well. 
And I'm amazed that you're doing this while planning 
for a wedding."

"That would be because of my Mom and Grandma."

Mrs. West shook her head and smiled. "I remember my 
wedding and I remember my Mom trying to help. Oh, 
gracious, that was stressful."

"I'm not worried. I have a dress, but most 
importantly, I get the man of my dreams."

She held out her arms to me. "I will really miss you. 
Do drop us a line from time to time."

I hugged her and said I would.

I rode home on my bike as fast as I could. I knew 
that Jim and the twins would be over at my 
grandparent's but as soon as I was home, Mom was 
going to drop me off there then go pick up my 
siblings. That one point three mile bike ride never 
seemed longer.

The drive across town seemed even longer and we were 
stopped by nearly every traffic light. Mom tried to 
make small talk and ask me about my day but I could 
only think of Jim.

"You're excited and nervous?" Mom asked a few blocks 
away from the grandparents.

"Yes, I am. I'm sorry I'm not being a good 
conversationalist. I'll get my act together."

"I know you will, hon."

"Mom, Mrs. West, my English teacher thought I did a 
great job on my presentation today even though I 
thought I scattered. Then she said that her wedding 
was very stressful--lots of tension between her and 
her mom."

"Some are like that."

"I guess all of this is to say, thanks, Mom. I 
really, really appreciate you and Grandma!"

Mom steered the car into the driveway and said, 
"You're very welcome. Now go find your fiancé."

I was out of the car and up the sidewalk before Mom 
had turned the engine off. Jim must have been 
watching for me because the door was open and he was 
out on the front steps bracing for the full effects 
of the hurricane named Bianca.

"Jim!" I shrieked.

He caught me in his arms and swung me around once 
then settled into a warm embrace and a tender kiss.

"I missed you so much," I said as I caught my breath. 
"So glad you're here."

"It's so good to see you too, Bianca," he whispered 
then kissed my lips tenderly once again. "But you 
know who else is here, don't you?"

I nodded. "Let's go see."

It was so good to touch him again and smell him. I 
thrilled at his holding my hand or wrapping his arm 
around my shoulder or how he touched my hair as we 
sat on the couch talking and catching up with 
everybody. The twins were initially a bit shy but 
warmed up to me as the evening went along. They were 
both crawling--everywhere! My Dad and Grandpa rigged 
up temporary gates with the promise to get something 
more permanent in the morning.

"Oh, and the morning!" I suddenly said. "I still have 
tests!"

"Fine, you go have fun on your tests and we'll sit 
here at home bored stiff," Grandpa dead-panned.

Everyone laughed.

"Okay, laugh if you will," I began, "but how am I to 
cook breakfast for my fiancé when I'm across town? 
How can I look after the twins like the mommy I'm 
supposed to become?"

"You have school," Dad began, "and that means you 
don't have to take care of him in the morning. But 
you can come over here in the evening and help out 
then."

"If you're willing," Grandma suggested, "She could 
spend the weekend here. We'd be around to chaperone 
'em."

"Really?" I looked at my parents. "Could I?"

"Yes," Dad said. "But you must stay on top of your 
schooling."

I was really excited! After dinner, Jim and I went 
for a walk with the twins in their stroller.

"Most of my baggage was baby stuff," he commented. 
"And I still had to stop by the store to pick up some 
things that I wasn't able to bring."

I held his arm and thought of all the changes that 
were happening so quickly. I would have to leave 
family and friends and start an incredibly busy and 
full life. The weight of it suddenly felt scary.

"You're suddenly quiet," he said.

"It's all sinking in. This is real. You're here and 
that means that it wasn't some made-up fantasy of 
mine. I'm really going to marry you and go off to the 
other side of the country and be a wife and a 
mother."

"Yep. Still want to do it?"

"Absolutely!"

"Why so?"

"Cause I'll be with you and you'll finally get to 
explore all of my--inside and out."

Jim chuckled and pulled me in close to himself for a 
hug. I reach in front of me and felt his groin and 
immediately found his stiff dick pointing back at me.

"I think that means you'll like that?"

"Oh, Baby, don't go pouring gasoline on the fire."

I squeezed his dick slightly and whispered, "Some 
nights it's all I can think about."

"You want to help me bathe the girls tonight," he 
said as he brought his hand up and brushed against my 
left tit. As he did that, electricity shot out from 
that point all throughout my body but especially down 
to my pussy.

"Jim. Yes."

"Seems like someone is wearing a bra tonight?"

"You know I just came from school. Wrong reactions to 
be braless there."

"Umm, I think I know why. Baby, you are turning me on 
something horribly tonight!"

"Let's get the girls their bath. Right?"

He kissed me and whispered, "I so want to touch your 
tits again. I almost blew my load right now with your 
hand on me and my hand touching you."

"Really?"

"Really."

We walked back home, his arm tightly around me and 
both of us pushing the stroller.

Mom and Dad were ready to leave but Jim said that 
he'd drive me home since he'd really like my help 
bathing the twins and settling them in for the night.

"Okay, dear," Mom said and kissed me. "Not too late, 
you still have other responsibilities tomorrow 
morning."

"Yes, Mom. Thank you!"

And then my family drove off and I was nearly alone 
with Jim since Grandpa liked watching his show and 
Grandma would putter around the kitchen and the 
dining room to tidy up before joining Grandpa in the 
living room.

I helped Jim carried the twins up stairs and into the 
hall bathroom. Jim started the water and whispered, 
"Slip out of your bra, Bianca."

I smiled and blushed slightly but shucked my shirt 
and slipped my bra off.

"Hey, don't put your shirt back on."

"I'm not keeping my shirt off with a chance that 
Grandma will come in and bust us."

"I'm sorry, Bianca. I'm overly excited."

I kissed him. "You can touch me any time."

"I will," Jim replied and kissed me. "Go ahead and 
hold the babies in the water and I'll be right behind 
you."

I picked up first Irene then Diana and set them in 
the water where they giggled and splashed.

"Slip your pants off, Bianca," he whispered.

"You, horny toad," I laughed then slipped my pants 
down.

Jim slipped in behind me and put his hands under my 
shirt and on my tits. I immediately felt electricity 
flow through my tits and body. My pussy turned to 
liquid.

"Jim, that feels so good," I whispered.

"You feel good too," he whispered as he slipped his 
dick in between my legs from behind.

His dick slipped in between my thighs just under my 
panties. I felt the pressure through the cloth and 
with his hands on my tits, I was so close to cumming. 
He moved my hair to one side and kissed the nape of 
my neck. At the same time he pinched both nipples 
extra hard and jammed his dick up between my legs. I 
felt his cum coat my legs as he groaned. I also 
twitched in response to my own orgasm. I know that I 
had my hands on the twins still, but I couldn't see 
them or feel them. All I felt was Jim enveloping me 
with his love and his arms as I experienced a small 
trip out to orgasmic land.

Irene squealed and splashed. Diana responded. That 
brought me back to reality in a hurry.

The front of the tub and my legs were splattered with 
his cum and the whole episode took less than four or 
five minutes, but it was the release that we each 
needed. I sure hoped, though, that it would not be 
the twins earliest memory.

"Thank you, dearest Bianca," Jim finally whispered as 
he kissed my neck again and withdrew his dick.

A couple of moments later, he had his pants up and 
was holding the twins as I struggled to pull my own 
pants up and button them.

"You don't know just how much I needed that," he 
whispered.

"Maybe," I replied, "But I think I really needed what 
you did to me." And then I leaned over him and kissed 
his cheek. "You are the sweetest man ever."

"And we're really getting married next week?"

"Oh, Jim, I am giddy with expectation."

He kissed me as Irene splashed water again. "You 
really sound like you're going to be an English 
major."

"No, I have it all figured out. I'm going to become a 
physician's assistant, maybe minor in English. 
That'll give me the most flexibility for being a mom 
and a professional."

"Oh, baby, you are not only beautiful and sweet, you 
are incredibly smart too!"

And that was the last chance we had to be intimate 
before the wedding. For some reason, either my 
grandparents were in the wrong place at the right 
time or my parents were around or something! But as 
Jim whispered to me a day of the rehearsal, "I was 
really glad to have the close time with you that 
first night. Now I got dibs on you from tomorrow on 
out."

He also handed me a small wrapped package as we left 
the rehearsal to join our family and friends for a 
dinner.

"What is this?" I asked, truly surprised.

"A small something. Go ahead and open it."

I ripped the wrapping off and found a small jewelry 
box--the kind that might hold a ring. Instead it was 
a necklace with a beautiful iris pendant: beautiful 
purple and white flowers and a yellow stone in the 
center.

"Topaz," Jim whispered. "The stone's topaz."

"It's beautiful!"

"I thought it was perfect for you. Your bridesmaids 
are wearing purple kinda like this and it's your name 
too."

For some reason that had completely slipped my mind. 
My middle name, Ayame, meant "Iris." And Jim had 
remembered. He was scoring big points again, although 
I had long since given up trying to keep track of 
them all.

"Thank you, Jim. I feel bad that I didn't get you a 
special gift."

He embraced me and whispered close to my ears. "But 
you did, my love. You are giving yourself to me and I 
get to open the beautiful petals of your iris blossom 
tomorrow."

"So, sweet!" 

And then I kissed him. His tongue quickly responded 
to mine and eagerly pushed into my mouth. 

As we broke for air, he said, "They might notice if 
we don't show up at the restaurant."

"To be continued soon?"

"Yes. At the latest, tomorrow night."

The wedding day came and was partly sunny. It was 
cool which made for goosebumps with the outside 
pictures, but my Mom found a beautiful faux fur shrug 
that covered my shoulders and upper arms and was the 
same type of white as the dress. And the dress! Oh, 
gracious! Grandma did a wonderful job adjusting it 
and accessorizing it. She even made the veil. (Hint: 
a real nice veil only has about ten to twenty dollars 
of materials and a person only needs an hour or two 
to make it. Charging a few hundred dollars for one is 
outrages. End rant.)

Emma was a bridesmaid, but since she was still a 
minor (albeit looked much more grownup than I), she 
could not be the official maid of honor to sign as a 
witness. Thus my other favorite aunt graciously took 
that position. Emma was second in the lineup and my 
sister, Olivia, was a junior bridesmaid. She was 
nearly as excited as I was, though for far different 
reasons.

My brother, Michael, was a junior groomsman and Jim 
relied on his two good friends that were groomsmen 
for his first wedding. They were both really sweet 
and Jason smiled and slapped Jim's arm and said, "At 
least I got to walk her up and down the aisle last 
time." He looked at the other groomsman, Robert, and 
added, "Robert doesn't even get that honor."

"But, I'm hoping that Bianca will grace me with at 
least one dance at the reception."

"Sorry, gents," Jim said, winking at me.. "The dance 
floor will be monopolized by her father and then me. 
We're leaving right after that."

The wedding was beautiful--I only really know that 
from the pictures and the video that we saw 
afterwards. I remember nearly nothing from the actual 
event. I do remember kissing Jim in front of all 
those people and I almost started laughing when he 
pushed his tongue between my lips. Several friends 
asked me afterwards what I was laughing at. I merely 
said that Jim made a face.

Dad did dance with me and he was so sweet. I could 
tell he was working hard not to cry but he tenderly 
kissed my forehead and whispered that he was so proud 
of me. I think we both lost it about then.

Jim tapped my Dad's shoulder and gave him an 
opportunity to bow out. Dad smiled, kissed me again 
then left. Of course it didn't help that they were 
playing a cheesy sentimental song, "I Loved Her 
First." I saw Mom and she had a huge smile but tears 
were streaming down her face.

Break. My. Heart. (But in a good way.)

I did dance with the groomsmen, Jason and Robert, as 
well as my brother, Michael. All three were very 
gentlemanly about the whole thing.

I had another little cry when Grandpa danced with me. 
He held me tenderly and whispered, "Bianca, you have 
made me and Grandma pretty proud. You kept it in the 
family and we're so happy."

"I love you Grandpa."

The cutest pictures came when Jim swung both the 
twins around in a dance. They also caught me swinging 
Irene as Jim danced with Diana. 

And finally we escaped and made it off to the hotel. 
And my heart fluttered in anticipation.

Jim even carried me across the threshold to the hotel 
suite.

Then he kissed me. Frenched kissed me. "A 
continuation of the wedding kiss," he whispered.

I laughed then joined him in the indulgence of the 
French kiss.

"That is so good," Jim breathed as we broke for air. 
"I can't believe that this is happening!"

"I'm tingling," I replied. "What's next?"

"Fireworks, dear. Fireworks!"

Jim slowly turned me around and carefully undid the 
button and the zipper. He nuzzled my neck and kissed 
my ear. I thrilled as he reached around and palmed my 
small tits.

"Oh, Bianca. You feel so good." He kissed me again 
and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. "You are so 
beautiful."

My insides were turning to water and my knees began 
to shake.

"Let's get you out of this dress, dear."

And then he helped me out: first one arm, then the 
other. My dress puddled around my ankles as he 
reached around me to find the front clasp of my bra. 
It proved no deterrent to his advance. He turned me 
to face him and I stood before him naked except for 
my pink panties, my wedding dress bunched up around 
my feet and the bra hanging useless from my shoulders 
with my tits blowing in the breeze.

Jim was still formally dress and I laughed.

"What?"

"You are over dressed for the occasion," I said and 
laughed again.

"Bianca Ayame Lundquist," he said with mock 
sternness. "Help me out of these duds."

"James Elias Lundquist," I began then started 
laughing again. "I will certainly try, but you better 
help me. I've never undressed a man before."

Soon we were both naked, aiding each other to step 
out of our formal wear and laughing as we almost 
tripped, stepping out of the final piece of clothing. 
I now had a man--a real, legitimate man and he was 
about to invade me and take his claim upon my vagina, 
planting his pecker deep in my pussy. I nearly 
creamed again at the thought.

Finally, fully naked, he picked me up and gently laid 
me on the bed. I was aware of just how much larger, 
bigger and stronger he was than me. His just over six 
foot height versus my bare five foot five was 
noticeable--in addition to his thick brawn and my 
near waiflike thinness.

He started licking my tits and kissing the broad 
plain in between them. His goatee tickled my belly 
slightly, but felt wonderfully good. I ran my hand 
through his hair and press him closer into my body. 
He responded by nuzzling my nipples and taking them 
entirely into his mouth one at a time.

"Oh, Jim," I gasped. "I'm almost ready for you. Make 
sure I'm slick...."

"Bianca, I'm about ready to blow a load...."

"I don't care. Do it in me."

He raised himself up and kissed my lips. "I so love 
you, baby!"

"I know, honey!"

I felt him settle in closer in between my legs as he 
held himself above me on his extended arms. With one 
hand he positions his steel hardened dick at the 
entrance to my pussy and rubbed the tip up and down 
several times.

"It's very slick and ready," he said softly. "Are you 
ready?"

I nodded. "I think so."

Jim leaned forward and kissed my nose. "It's one 
brief pain then a life time of whoopee!"

I nodded again and he pressed forward into my waiting 
pussy. Except my pussy resisted. Now my Mom had made 
sure that I had a doctor's exam prior to the wedding, 
partly because she wanted to be sure that all my 
plumbing was working and ready to take on the adult 
job of accommodating an adult dick. The doc looked, 
prodded and said it was all fine--maybe a little 
small, "but the female vagina was wondrously 
resilient and able to stretch."

"So she's fine?" Mom had asked.

"Her hymen's a bit ticker than average but should not 
prevent coitus."

"Coitus?" I asked.

"Sexual intercourse," he explained.

"Should it be pre-broken?" Mom went on.

"I don't think so. She's fine. The only thing that is 
a little anomalous is her irregular periods. But I 
believe that she slip into a more regular rhythm as 
she gets a little older. She's not looking to have 
babies straight off, is she?"

"Oh no!" I had answered quickly.

"Then she's fine."

All of the memories of that office visit went through 
my mind as Jim tried to slam into my unwilling hole 
again.

"Wait!" I exclaimed as he pounded into me. "This 
isn't working."

Jim saw tears in my eyes from the sharp pain. "I'm so 
sorry, Bianca. Let me lick you so you feel better."

"Okay."

Then Jim moved down and placed his mouth near my 
pussy and began kissing the joints where my crotch 
joined with each leg, then the top of my pussy with 
its small display of fuzz. He licked up the outer lip 
on the left side from down near my ass to the very 
top of my cunt, then repeated the same action on my 
right outer lip. My love for him was nearly 
exploding--he was able to turn off his strong desire 
to rut and plow his dick into the folds of my pussy, 
and seek to make me feel more comfortable and at 
ease.

Just then he reached up and found one tit and rolled 
my nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he 
planted his mouth right on my pussy. His tongue 
burrowed into the center folds of my vagina and 
wiggled up against my still unbroken cherry before 
moving up toward my clitoris and the center of all my 
nearly exploding feelings. He latched onto that 
little bud and squeezed my nipple at the same time. I 
felt the excitement rush toward me as a surge of 
colored lights washed over my mind.

"Yes, yes, yes, Jim!" I gasped. "Come in me!"

Jim quickly moved up, centered his dick against my 
quivering quim as I shuddered through a moderately 
strong orgasm. I felt the pressure of his dick 
against my vagina and maidenhead but desire overruled 
pain and I thrust my hips upward against his invading 
dick. A huge tear ripped and I momentarily felt pain 
and shock as his member plunged deep into my virgin 
chanel. Jim must have felt the change too because he 
stopped and held still, waiting for me to respond. 

I had gasped, but Jim had not heard it since he 
grunted at the same time. 

I lay absolutely still trying to ascertain what it 
was that I was feeling: fullness, a bit of pain that 
was fading, a strong residue of a post-orgasmic high 
and a strong desire to complete this coupling that 
was begun.

"You're in me," I finally whispered, realizing that 
he was waiting for my cue. "I like that."

"I'm only half way in. You want some more?"

"I want all of it." I was surprised at how hoarse and 
sultry my voice sounded.

"Here it comes, baby."

He slid deeper and I couldn't believe how full I was 
feeling. His dick was nearly all the way in, yet he 
slid in yet a little bit more. It felt like his cock 
was going to poke up through my belly somewhere. I 
leaned forward to look at our coupling.

"Are you all the way in?"

"All in and, oh, baby! it feels wonderful!"

"You're in me and I can't believe it!"

I stared at my pussy where his dick disappeared. I 
knew how long his dick was, but I could see none of 
it except the base where it attached to his hairy 
groin. His hair were almost intertwining with my 
sparse fuzz and then he slowly started withdrawing. 
My pussy lips pulled outward as though they were 
grasping his cock, begging and pleading with it to 
stay longer inside.

"Don't go," I whispered.

"Not going," he grunted, "Just coming back in."

And then, just as I almost saw the head of his cock, 
he plunged it downward into me again and I was filled 
with him, with sensation and with primal lust and 
desire.

"Oh, Jim!" my voice was deep, husky and I pulled at 
his back to come closer to me. "I want more."

"Me too."

And then he began thrusting back and forth--slowly at 
first, then growing in intensity. I was passive at 
first, then I realized that I could make my hips rise 
to match his downward thrusts. I was actively making 
love--rutting and humping a man of my own! I briefly 
saw my aunt Winnie riding Jim's dick up and down and 
realized that my own pussy was now hungrily devouring 
this awesome dick, chewing on this wonderful rod of 
meat and actively seeking what it would release.

The realization that he could be impregnating me 
pushed me over the orgasmic edge. I pulled my knees 
up alongside of his body and arched my back at the 
same time that I reached as far around him as I could 
and pulled him in more tightly. He sensed my 
fulfillment and thrust harder and faster then drove 
his dick deep into me. I felt his spasming rod 
twitching in my quivering pussy.

I kept him there, embedded deep within me, as I 
slowly returned from the dizzyingly high state of 
orgasmic bliss. I had never felt anything like that 
before. Yes, I had masturbated, and yes, he had 
rubbed my pussy and then had licked me to delightful 
joy. But this was a far higher level, a more intense 
feeling, and a permanent bonding of my soul with his. 
I was his wife and he was my husband. 

True, to the average male mind, such a scenario might 
briefly flit across the radar then quickly evaporate 
in as the fog of cumming lifted. But I wasn't worried 
about that happening with Jim. He was already older 
and he had family responsibilities. Plus (thinking 
back on it after a few years of reflection), what man 
wouldn't want to have young nookie nightly?

He eventually rolled off me and placed a hotel towel 
against my tender pussy. He kissed my belly, then 
each tit and finally my lips before whispering, "That 
was so incredible!"

"Like nothing else. I'm so glad I waited."

"I am too, Bianca."

I finally glanced at the time--quite a ways after 
midnight. And coupled with the stress of the previous 
days and the excitement of the actual wedding, I was 
exhausted.

But Jim commented, "You're bleeding a bit."

I raised myself up to look and the towel which was 
coated in cum and my blood. "Bleeding like a stuck 
pig?"

Jim laughed. "Not the imagery I was expecting."

I noticed that his dick had globs of cum tinged with 
red and pink along its length. "So we should clean 
up?"

"I am. And I'm sleeping au natural just in case I get 
an inspiration later on tonight."

I smiled and joined him in the bathroom. A cold 
washcloth compress helped my tender twat. Jim then 
gently rubbed it with Aloe Vera gel and I was in 
danger of coming again even though I was standing up 
with one foot on the toilet lid and one hand leaning 
on Jim for support.

"I'm so horny, I think I'll find lots of inspiration 
tonight, I whispered." I wiped my crotch down one 
last time and noted that there was no sign of 
bleeding, but just in case I left a Kleenex wadded in 
my pussy crack.

We fell asleep in each other's embrace, my leg up and 
over his hip.

I awoke a couple of hours later on my back and Jim 
fingering my pussy. He notice that I was awake so he 
whispered, "You are still so hot and wet down here."

"Then come on in, my dear husband."

I spread my legs wide as he positioned himself 
between and lined his cock up to plunge deep inside 
of me again. This time there was no resistance, no 
pain and no fear. He merely slowly inserted the 
length of his hot dick into my cunt as though it were 
a hot knife slicing into butter.

"Oh, baby, that feels so good!" he murmured contently 
when his cock bottomed out in my pussy.

I flexed my vagina muscles around his rod and laughed 
a little as I felt his rod twitch in reply. "That's 
so good!" I replied. "Come on, love. Pump me."

Then our passions took over. Jim pumped in and out. I 
matched his rhythm with my bucking hips. He grew more 
intense in his rutting and I threw both of my legs up 
and over his ass, digging my heals in just a little 
as though to hold him more tightly into me. I noticed 
he became more ardent, thrusting faster and faster. I 
felt a distant orgasm building so I snaked one hand 
down to my clitoris and rubbed it methodically then 
manically.

Finally he slammed his dick deep into me and spasmed, 
his body rigid and his breath coming in little gasps. 
He moaned and grunted then took my earlobe in his 
mouth and sucked. I frigged myself extra hard and my 
release swept over me. I sucked in a loud gasp of air 
and thought I saw stars.

Jim slipped off me and I reached for a towel and 
wadded it up between my legs then rolled over and 
held Jim in my arms, my front nestled into his back 
and his butt couched in my lap.

I woke up a little while later randy and hot to trot. 
Jim was sleeping on his back so I gently felt for his 
dick. It was semi erect, curled a bit like a 
bratwurst--and just about as thick. As I held it, it 
began to twitch and inflate. The feeling was 
incredible and unlike anything I had experienced 
before. Jim moaned slightly as his dick became 
completely engorged. It was dry so I bent down and 
covered it with my mouth and my spit.

Soon it was as wet as my pussy was so I climb on top 
of him, swinging my legs on either side and rubbing 
my pussy onto his engorged member.

Jim woke up more and placed his hands on my hips. 
"Oh, Bianca, this is the best present ever!"

I laughed lightly then reached down, caught hold of 
his dick, placed it at the entrance of my hungry cunt 
and quickly jammed it in as I sunk down, impelling 
myself on his shaft. I felt a slight twinge as my 
recently torn hymen reacted to being bothered again, 
but the rest of my pussy screamed in delight at the 
welcome guest's return.

I was on top. I was in charge of how the ride would 
feel. I slowly moved up, feeling his dick almost come 
out of me; then I slowly settled back down and bathed 
in the joy of his dick filling me again. I did a fair 
number of long, slow strokes up and down.

Jim was slowly rising up to meet my downward thrusts, 
and it was at that point that I had the sudden desire 
to touch his enflamed rod. I leaned forward with my 
left hand and supported myself on his shoulder as I 
brought my right hand down between us. As I slowly 
raised up, my fingers felt his dick slowly coming out 
of my pussy. Oh, that felt strange and wonderful! I 
reversed the thrust and thrilled as his dick 
disappeared into me, dragging my pussy lips inward. 
Back out again and I wrapped my thumb and fingers 
around his shaft. The veins on his dick were taut and 
turgid and his urethra bulged outward ominously. 

At the same time, I noticed that my pussy lips were 
pulled outward from my body along his shaft. I lifted 
up just a little more and felt the base of the crown 
of his dick head just at the edge of my inner lips. I 
held his dick in my fingers tightly and plunged 
myself back onto his pole, then quickly reversed 
directions and held on tightly, letting it slip 
through my fingers as it came out of my body!

"Oh, Bianca!" Jim moaned. "What you're doing to me."

"Making love, dear," I said as I let his dick slide 
between my fingers and into my vagina once again.

I finally took my hand out and now rested both hands 
on his shoulders. "I so love you, Jim!" My voice was 
almost a growl it was so low and husky.

I then started pumping up and down and wiggling back 
and forth. Jim brought his hands up from my hips to 
my tits, wantonly squeezing and rubbing each with 
lust.

I began grinding my pussy and my clit into his groin 
each time I bottomed out; he dick wedging far up into 
my vaginal cavity which hungrily tried to gobble up 
more each time.

Suddenly he grunted and muttered, "Can't hold it." At 
the same time he wrapped his arms around me and 
pulled me in closer. That set me off and I plunged my 
pussy one last time around his spasming cock and 
started my own private earthquake. I finally collapse 
onto him and laid my head on his shoulder.

"That was awesome," I whispered.

Jim kissed my face then found the towel and placed it 
at the entrance to my pussy where his dick still 
plugged it. He pulled up the covers and soon we were 
fast asleep again with me on top of him. Sometime 
later I guess that I rolled off and lay next to him, 
clutching his body close to mine through the rest of 
the night.

We woke up late and had yet one more episode of lazy 
sex. We had a late breakfast and got to the airport 
just in time.



Chapter 7

The honeymoon was awesome--the Bahamas were 
stunningly beautiful and like nothing I had ever 
seen. The weather was wonderful and the beaches were 
incredible. But I barely remember it. I'm glad to 
have pictures of it, else I would not have remembered 
anything except the hotel room and the bed and Jim--
especially Jim.

We were obviously the newlyweds and people commented 
on how cute we were or how much we adored each other. 
Yes, all true, and I must admit that I was starry 
eyed and very much in love with this happy hunk of a 
man named Jim.

But the honeymoon was over too soon and then we were 
flying back to my new life as a mom and a wife and a 
high school student in Seattle. Jim had already set 
me up as an incoming student and through my Dad 
requested transcripts which arrived before I did. I 
slid back into student life relatively easily and 
began acing tests again. Jim was so supportive. And 
the twins were so cute! And fussy. Sometimes it was 
so difficult tending babies and thinking through how 
to manage the house and fix dinner and care for Jim 
and get my homework done and spend time exploring 
*SEX*! Some days I fell short, but other days I 
totally nailed it! In between it all, Jim was an 
awesome source of strength and stability.

For some reason I became more emotional and then in 
May, with only a month to go before I was finished 
with high school forever, I started feeling sick at 
various times of the day. The smell of oily pizza 
turned my stomach so that I almost threw up in the 
lunch area. But when Jim fixed my favorite dinner of 
bar-b-qued ribs and twice baked potatoes, things took 
a serious turn for the worse.

"I don't get it," I muttered as I hugged the toilet.

"I don't either, Bianca, but I'm here to help you. 
Let me know what you need."

"Please air the house out. The smell is killing me."

Jim then opened up all the windows and put a fan in 
the front door to move the air through our house. It 
helped and by nine o'clock, I didn't feel nauseous 
anymore. Jim dropped the bomb shell as I crawled into 
bed after ten that night after finishing a major 
project for one of my classes.

"You're acting like you're pregnant."

I looked at him and stuck out my tongue. "The doctor 
said that my periods were so irregular that it would 
be highly unlikely."

Jim's face turned even more sober. "Aren't you on the 
pill or something?"

I shook my head. "Doc said that my period was 
irregular. It would be impossible to synch up the 
pill with my body now."

"Holy-Moley!" Jim flopped back on the bed. "You know 
what this means?"

"Are you saying that I'm pregnant?"

"I'm saying it's a possibility. We should check it 
out."

"Holy bat want, Bat Man!" I whispered. The thought of 
being pregnant was not a real possibility to me. My 
periods were so odd and the counsel from the doctor 
had reinforced that so getting knocked up was the 
least of my concerns. "What do I do?"

Jim embraced me and kissed my cheek then my lips. 
"Do?" he laughed. "You finished this semester and 
you'll do fine. You'll get your diploma and we'll 
enroll you in community college."

"But?"

"How long till a baby is born?"

"Nine months," I answered.

"Yes. And when did this blessed event start?"

I thought for a moment. "Late March at the earliest."

"Right. Third month plus nine equals?"

"Twelve. Oh, late December."

"Yes, and if you became pregnant in April or later, 
the baby will be due after Christmas and closer to 
your birthday in January."

"So, you're okay with that?"

"Yes. Completely."

I smiled and coyly slipped my shirt off. "Would the 
baby's daddy like to play ride the cowboy again 
tonight?"

"Oh, hot damn, Bianca! Yes!"

And then he fell into kissing and licking every part 
of my body. My tits tingled under his onslaught and 
his hands were pawing my pussy before he brought me 
to the brink twice. As he finally drove his dick into 
my sopping wet pussy, I orgasmed strongly about his 
meaty cock. I clawed at his back and gasped, "Cum in 
me, Daddy!" 

Jim's cock grew larger as I said "Daddy!" At that 
moment kinky thought fired off in my mind as orgasmic 
wave after cum-filled wave washed over me. I felt him 
pump large quantities of baby making cum into my 
voracious pussy, but as I calmed down and returned, I 
thought about his reaction. He was turned on when I 
said "Daddy!"

He lay on top of me and cradled me in his embrace for 
many long minutes after our cum.

"You liked the fact that I might be pregnant?" I 
finally whispered.

"Yeah, well, maybe."

"It's okay. I'm turned on that you like it. I hardly 
know what to expect, but you're going to be a daddy 
again. And that makes me rather excited."

As I said "daddy" his dick twitched and grew a half 
size larger within me. I squeezed back. "I felt that, 
you sexy man, you!"

Jim kissed my neck and the found my earlobe and 
suddenly his dick grew again.

"Are you going to make love to me again?" I 
whispered. "Come and make love to this baby-making 
teen?"

His dick surged forward into me and I experienced the 
pleasure of feeling him grow from within me.

"That feels so wonderful," I whispered and kissed his 
forehead. "So wonderful, daddy!"

He growled and began pumping me again. He was already 
spent, but turned on so his lasting power was a lot 
longer than normal. He kept pounding me through three 
more orgasms before he plowed his dick deep into me 
and moaned.

I have no idea what he said, but I was tingling with 
anticipation over this new role that I would be 
assuming. And who knows what sort of kinkiness might 
show up as a result of this accidental pregnancy and 
discovery. As Jim collapsed around me, I wondered 
what Irene and Diana would think if they knew their 
Daddy got turned on by someone saying "Daddy"? I 
hoped that our new baby would be a little girl.

I fell asleep in Jim's arms with his dick still 
embedded in me. I was so in love with this man!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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