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(M/f, ped, inc, 1st, rom) *** Author Note: This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read this. *** -= Chapter 1 =- I was the odd-ball of my family. The youngest of three and the only one who turned out well and did something successful with his life. My brother, eleven years my senior, went wild just after high school (although most suggest that he was heading that way throughout his school years). He sowed some wild oats, had a daughter, did some time, lost a wife, became a druggie on and off and then reconnected a little with his family. My sister, seven years my senior, was always the rebel. She flunked out of high school, ran away to the "big city" and died of an over dose in a auto wreck at the ripe old age of twenty-one. She was driving and took out three other innocent lives. What a waste. I think it was that sorrow that shortened my parents' life span. They died within five years of that. But Mom and Dad pounded into my head the horrible waste of drugs and wild living. My siblings were "Exhibit A" for all of those lectures. My brother managed to live till he was fifty-two. I don't think it was planned—it was all luck. He was the type that used up every ounce of his available life and skidded sideways into the grave screaming, "Whoo-hoo! What a ride!" Except he wasn't screaming that. He had sudden buyer's remorse at the wasted life he had lived and called me from the hospital bed and told me that he had done everything wrong. "Shawn, please keep an eye on my daughter, Sherri. She's got my bad habits and maybe worse." I promised Tom that I'd watch out over his off-spring. That was the last I talked with him. The next thing I was on a plane back to Pennsylvania to attend his funeral where I ran into his daughter and her new husband, Yuri. I immediately didn't like him, but kept my opinions to myself. Sherri was wild just like her dad. She had no use for anyone giving advice or any semblance of authority suggesting anything. I knew better than to say anything— I was merely an uncle. But that's when I met little Emily. I hadn't seen my niece Sherri in nearly a decade and was quite surprised that she had a eight year old girl. Emily was the absolute opposite of Sherri. Sherri was dark complexion, dark hair, dark eyes and very loud and opinionated. Emily, on the other hand, was blonde, blue-green eyes, fair skin and very quiet. I ended up holding her on my lap or sitting her next to me during the post-memorial family get-together. Emily clung to me as her mother left to talk with another nearly unknown person. I had barely seen her dad since the service was over. I found out later that he and a couple of others were off behind the hall, smoking weed and drinking something quite stronger than beer. Then the good-byes were said. I whispered to Sherri that if she needed some help to give me a call since her old man was dead. Sherri looked up at me. I saw her blood shot eyes—not from tears but from alcohol. She focused and suddenly gave me her full attention. "Thank you, Uncle Shawn. We'll keep that in mind." I gave then all a hug but made sure to give little Emily a special hug and a kiss on the top of her head. She squeezed my hand then left. And that was all that I heard from them for about four years. Now after high school, I had moved far away from my hometown near the big city of Akron, Ohio. I headed west for college as soon as I could, got my degree in mechanical and industrial technology, then found a job out in Casper, Wyoming. Seriously! I wanted neither the big city life nor the big city problems. I eventually bought some acreage north east of Casper and struck it rich when they found oil under my land. That meant that my little 120 acre sheep ranch became a very wealthy source of income for me—whether I raised sheep or not. But I decided early on not to change my habits much: I still wore the same ol' jeans and flannel shirt most of the time; I still drove a moderately old, heavy-duty, extended cab Chevy pickup; and I also kept my job in Casper, but I changed my hours so that I came in only three days a week. I thoroughly enjoyed my life, even though I had nearly no lady interactions at all. I was far too afraid of sexual diseases to do the casual sex scene and I was far too much of a nerd to put up with a woman that was intellectually inferior—no I wanted a companion, not a sycophant nor a mere sex toy. I wanted an equal match to be an intellectually challenging partner, someone who could love me as deeply as I loved her. But then the phone rang. The call was terse and Sherri's voice was a little unsteady. "Uncle Shawn? Yuri died. Car accident. Oh, gawd, wut am I gonna do?" I noted her voice was slurring, but I didn't know how much that was from crying and how much was from alcohol or other drugs. "Are you safe now?" I asked. "Uh-huh." "And Emily?" "Uh-huh." After several more questions I found out that Sherri suspected the Russian Mafia and their drug king-pins for running Yuri off the road one rainy night. I found out when the funeral was to be and promised that I would be there in Pennsylvania for her and for Emily. Especially for Emily, I told myself. The funeral reminded me that such things are for the living and not those who had passed on. Unfortunately, Yuri and Sherri had very few "friends" that cared enough to stop by and show some support. Other than me, Sherri's daughter, Emily, was the only other family member on my brother's side of the family that showed up. "Hello, Emily," I said as she held out her hand to me. "It's been far too long. You are absolutely going to have to come out and visit me on my ranch." A brief flicker of excitement sputtered in her eyes before she nodded, looked down and mumbled something I couldn't hear. "Oh, you know how hard it would be to get away," Sherri put in. "I would fly you out on my dime," I countered. I saw Emily look up, almost hopefully at her mom. "Well, we'll see how that plays out. I have far too many things to take care of right now. Let's get them settled down first." I was pleased that Emily felt comfortable enough to hang out with me. Although I shouldn't have taken that as too great of a compliment given some of the other dark and serious-faced members of her father's family and friends. Sherri invited me back to her apartment to spend the night before I headed back home in the morning. I almost declined thinking I didn't want to insert myself into her strange world, but Emily looked up at me and nodded. The nod was nearly imperceptible, but the pleading in her eyes was definite. "Well, if you're sure. I don't wanna be a problem to you or Emily." "No problem." That was the first that I had heard Emily speak all day. She had whispered a few times and mumbled unintelligible syllables at other times, but she suddenly spoke at that point quite firmly, quickly and with steeled determination. Even her mother noticed and was a little surprised. "You know, Uncle Shawn will have to use your room." "I know." She nodded then looked at me to add, "It's no problem." So I spent the night there. It really was a hole in the wall sort of apartment complex. I insisted on taking them out to a nice diner and made sure that they had a good meal. The so-called wake was little more than people standing around after the burial, drinking coffee, smoking, telling rowdy stories and then leaving. I really felt sorry for those two. Afterwards, I sat at Sherri's kitchen table and talked with her and tried to find out if she had a plan for turning her life around and giving Emily some hope. I didn't exactly say it that way, but I was probing her, knowing that she hated direct prying and direct advice. Some time later I said, "Well, I'm going to have to get to bed. I have an early flight out." "Go ahead and use Emily's room, Emily has the couch made up already and I just saw her head to the toilet." "You're sure this is okay?" "Uncle Shawn, you heard what she said. Kinda surprised me how direct she was." "I think she may have remembered four years ago when I was out here for your dad's funeral. I was the one that took care of her most of that day." "Fuck! I forgot about that. I've really been a shit-head mom, haven't I?" "You can change if you want to," I gently replied. She sighed and looked down. "Maybe you're right. Thanks for being so supportive, Uncle. Sometimes I think you're the only adult of your generation that still believes in me." I stood up and pulled her to stand next to me so that I could give her a gentle, caring, uncle-like hug. "Thanks, Uncle." Then she went off down the hall to her room and I went to check out my temporary bed for that night. The door to the room was open so I stepped in and set my duffel bag on the bed. That's when I saw that Emily was on the far side of the bed, changing and at that moment she wore only white panties. I froze briefly before turning beet red and hastily fumbling an apology as I left. But in that instant I saw her prominent mons and puffy labia with a deep cleft through the thin panty material that was pulled tight over her crotch. I also saw her small beginner tits—merely enlarged nipples with hints of mounding underneath. I closed the door behind me then went out to the living room and sat down on the chair near the couch. I really didn't mean to invade Emily's privacy. And I certainly didn't want to do anything that ruined our relationship— as tentative as it might have been. A couple of minutes later, I heard footsteps. "Uncle?" It was Emily. "Are you okay?" She had a long tee shirt on, covering everything that I had just seen. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to invade your privacy like that. Your door was open and your mom said that you were in the toilet...." She shook her head and put her finger against my lips. "Shh. It's okay. I'm just a girl." I took her hand in mine and held it tenderly. "Not *just* a girl," I corrected. "You are a beautiful young lady who needs to be treated with respect and my barging in on you was not respectful. Forgive me?" Emily sat down on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "That's sweet. I just forgot to close the door. Don't have to usually—only Mom here." "That's true," I replied and returned her hug. But she kept hugging me long past what I thought would have been a normal hug length. "You okay?" I asked at length. She nodded then slowly unwrapped herself from me and stood up. "Thank you." I wasn't even sure what the "thank you" was for, but I stood up too and said, "Good night, Emily." I then headed down to my bed and fell asleep. I wasn't really surprised that I didn't hear from Sherri again. I was disappointed, yes, but not surprised. I wrote a small old-fashioned, hand-written letter and card to both Sherri and Emily at Christmas, expressing that I really would like to see them visit me in Wyoming sometime. I got an email from Sherri who said, "Thanks for the card and the note. We're doing fine. Luv, Sherri." About a week later I was surprised, then tickled pink to receive a small letter from Emily. Dear Uncle Shawn, Thank you for the letter and your invitation. Don't think it'll happen soon. Much love, Emily I smiled as I looked at her signature—so feminine and girlie, yet with a certain amount of flair and elegance. But in a predictable fashion she had used a small heart to dot the "i" of her name. But that was it. Nothing more until late June. That's when I had come in from ranch work for lunch and noticed a message on my phone. I sat down hard as I heard the message play back. Sherri was dead, probable drug overdose. Emily was in a foster home temporarily. My head spun and my heart grieved for the wasted life. But my heart was even more filled with grief and concern for young Emily and the heartache that she had already been through. I knew what I needed to do. I called work and let them know that I'd be out for a week or two dealing with the funeral and the other issues. I also called my ranch foreman and told him the news along with the likelihood that I'd be overseeing a child after it was all over. "That'll change ya'." Little did I know. I arrived back in Pennsylvania amidst drizzle and overcast and drove to the foster home where I was assured that a social worker would meet me. She was almost an hour late but with an air of professionalism brushed it aside with a wave of her hand and the explanation that the previous appointment had taken much more effort than anticipated. Until the social worker arrived, I was denied access to Emily and had to wait out in my rental car with the rain dripping on the windshield in a visual display of my sullen and anxious emotions. But finally, after paperwork and other sorts of rigamarole, Emily was in my care and in the front seat of my car. Her once light blonde hair had darkened to a medium brown with highlights of the former light blonde within. Her hair was still longer than shoulder length, but it was not attended to except a perfunctory finger combing and latching it behind her ears. "You okay now?" I asked as we drove off to my hotel. She nodded. I regretted at that point getting a car with bucket seats. Emily needed someone to hold her. Instead, I reached across to pat her. She flinched as my hand touched her knee but she quickly looked over at me then put her hand on mine, pressing it close as if she didn't want it to leave. I was left wondering what demons were haunting her mind. The next week was a mind-numbing drudge of paperwork, dealing with ownerships, getting rid of the apartment lease and sorting through Sherri's stuff. Through it all, Emily barely said a word. She would nod or shake her head or scowl and deliver her answer non-verbally, but uttering sounds had come to a virtually complete stop. The social worker checked on us after the small memorial service. She told me that sometimes trauma like Emily had been through in finding her mom dead in the bathroom would lead to a variety of emotional coping mechanisms. The social worker also told me that I now had permanent guardianship of Emily as her nearest kin that could be found. Emily was standing in the doorway listening to all that. I saw her and said, "So, you finally get to come out and visit my place in Wyoming." Emily came over to where I was sitting and smothered me in a wordless hug. "Well, my! I think that settles it, doesn't it?" the social worker said. But the worker also pulled me aside and whispered that I should be alert for signs that would show whether Emily might have suffered any abuse. "Not saying anything happened, but just keep your eyes open." It was a few days later that Emily boarded a plane for the first time in her life. I gave her the choice of sitting by the window or the aisle and she immediately chose the window seat. She sat nearly motionless the whole flight, transfixed by all that she saw out the window. Occasionally she would tap my arm and point and I would try to guess what she was looking at and then tell her what I thought it was. We landed in Cheyenne, found my pickup and began the long drive up to my home north of Casper. "I think we need to stop for two things," I said as we neared Casper. Emily looked over at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Okay, may three. We gotta pee, then we need to have some dinner and finally you are gonna need some clothes more fitting for ranch life." Emily pursed her lips and wrinkled her brows then pointed at her clothes. "Oh, those are fine for some things," I began. "But you are coming out to my ranch. You will need something more durable that can get dirty and not fall apart." She nodded and smiled a small, little smile, then turned to watch the road in front of us. I glanced over at her then did a double take. Her face was so cute: her lips in profile, her dark eyebrows and thick eyelashes, her cheeks and her chin. Damn! I was suddenly overwhelmed with how cute this young girl was. I mentally regrouped and wondered what I was thinking then realized that this must be something akin to what father universally feel as they watch their little girls grow up. A little while later we had stopped at a store in Casper, rounded up some good work clothes for a twelve year old and then stopped for a burger and fries at a local dive. Emily pointed at the picture of a shake. "What flavor?" I asked She pointed at the word "Strawberry" and smiled sweetly. We made it back to my ranch after sundown. "This is your room," I said pointing at an empty bed that I had made sure to make and refit with fresh sheets just prior to my flying out to Pennsylvania. "If you need anything, my room is just down the hall to your left." Emily nodded then embraced me in a hug. It went on far longer than I thought a hug should last, but I was growing used to that. I also relished the fact that she was beginning to feel some comfort and some love after all the heartache that she had experienced, "Good night, my dear Emily." I whispered. She replied only by holding me more tightly and that's when I realize that she had little apples under her shirt—apples that were her boobs developing in fine fashion! I don't know how I had missed those except I wasn't looking for them and she had worn fairly baggy shirts up to that point. The next morning awoke us all and reacquainted us with the new time zone. I was nearly familiar with it, but Emily woke quite a bit earlier than me and was wandering out in the halls when I finally awoke. "Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded then reached out to hug me close. She was still in her night outfit—a large tee shirt and fuzzy socks. I felt her lovely little apples press into me and began to wonder how fathers dealt with daughters as they become young women. "You know that we're two hours later than you're used to, right?" Again she nodded as she held on to my frame. "Come with me and I'll make breakfast!" Emily followed me and sat at the kitchen as I cooked up bacon and eggs with pancakes. She eagerly devoured most of them. She helped me clean up and, as she was drying the last dish, I asked, "Wanna see the whole ranch?" She smiled broadly and nodded her head. Her light brown hair was still disheveled from the night's sleep, tumbling down over her shoulders to nearly the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes were bright and her lips were full, filled with color. I saw the outline of her apples, that hereto forth had been hidden and unnoticed save when she hugged me. Beautifully shaped apples each topped with a noticeable nipple. Emily was turning into a very lovely young woman. "Well, better get changed into one of those outfits we got you yesterday. Oh, and you might want to tie your hair back or something, since we'll be riding around a lot." About twenty minutes later she came out into the kitchen again and I was surprised to see how lovely she looked. Jeans really looked good on her—or maybe she just made the jeans looked really good. I wasn't sure which. But either way, she had the distinctive beginnings of the feminine hip flair and the nice rounding of her ass which the jeans complemented nicely. She had a red plaid cotton button-down shirt, untucked with the two buttons undone at the top. Her hair was brushed and done in a French braid. Very elegant! "You're looking good, kid!" I said and handed her a pair of gloves. "These are yours. Probably won't need them today, but you need to keep track of them and have ready whenever we're out working." She nodded and with her right hand formed an "O" with her thumb and first two fingers, then quickly changed her fingers so the thumb was touching her middle finger with both the pointer finger straight up and the middle fingers bent forward a bit. I did a double take. I recognized sign language—I had a friend in college who was hearing impaired and had taught me some basic signs. I held my hands in front of me with my pointer fingers somewhat aimed forward and toward the center then rotated my hands about each other a couple of times. Then I held my hand out, palms up shook them back and forth while I shrugged my shoulders and gave a questioning look on my face. Her eyes widened and a bright smile flooded her face and she nodded her head rapidly. "Then you'll have to teach me some more," I said. She laughed. I actually heard her voice! She laughed and nodded. "Come on, kid. We got a ranch to visit." We rode around on my ATV most of the morning. Emily enjoyed seeing everything—especially the horses. When we came to the large tank that we used to hold water for the ranch, I realized that I should have made sure that Emily had a new swimming suit. Those of you old enough to remember watching "Petticoat Junction" on TV might well recall how the water tower could be used as a swimming hole. Our tower wasn't nearly as high off the ground since it was on a small hill behind the house and barn. It was not our house water system, but served for the ranch needs which is why I had no qualms about swimming in it. "I think we need to go back to town sometime soon," I mentioned. She looked at me and waited. "Up there's our swimming hole. You need a suit." She shook her head and began unbuttoning her shirt. "Nuh-uh, young lady," I said quickly. "You've already met some of the men that work around here. We don't want them getting ideas they shouldn't have." She nodded her head, but left the extra button loose. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the tank. "Oh, you want to see in it?" She nodded. I had her climb the ladder ahead of me since I wasn't certain how well she'd handle the nearly straight up twelve foot climb. But it seemed like I had little worry about with that. She proved herself agile and strong and she definitely loved the view. She sat down with her feet dangling over the side. From my angle above her I could see all the way down her shirt to each deliciously ripe apple suspended there, defying gravity. Oh, sheet! She wasn't wearing a bra today! Suddenly she looked up at me and signed something quickly with her hands; but it went too fast for me. "Slow down, Emily." She did the same thing again. She pointed at herself then two fingers up at her eyes. "Oh, you look?" She nodded then pointed to where she was sitting then moved her hand, thumb out alongside of her jaw twice. "Oh, you want to come up here every day to look?" She smiled broadly and clapped. I joined her in sitting down. Partly just to take in the view *with* her and partly so I wouldn't take in the view *OF* her. "I'm glad you're out here with me." I said quietly after a long silence. Emily put her hand on mine and said in the softest whisper, barely heard above the prairie wind and the hum of the distant water pump, "Me too." I knew then that she was recovering. I also knew then the love that a father would have for his own children. I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head then relished her returning my hug. Now a few words about my ranch. Even though I had a head foreman and a few hired hands, they worked out with the sheep and the horses. They did not come up to the house unless it was a dire emergency. There were distinct work/home boundaries that I maintained. This was good for Emily. It struck me as I was making dinner for the two of us that she was the only girl around the ranch and probably for many miles in any direction. "So, what grade did you just finish up in school?" I asked as we were cleaning up. She held her thumb to her ring finger. "Ah, eighth?" She nodded. Her birthday in August would put her among the youngest in her class. "It occurs to me that we'll eventually have to get you registered to enter ninth grade around here." Emily's face clouded over with panic. She waved her hands back and forth and shook her head. I was taken aback by the display so I thought for a few moments. "You know the alternative is to be home schooled with me as your teacher?" She rushed me and grasped my arms and nodded and silently mouthed, "Yes, yes, yes!" I held her close to me and thought. What sort of pain had she felt and what sort of horrors did she have to endure that going to school was a nightmare to be avoided? "I'm sorry to bring up a painful subject," I eventually spoke. "I was just thinking that you are eventually going to want to have some female friends—and we got none of those sorts around here at all." Emily just held me close and shook her head, leaving me to wonder what memories lurked in her thoughts. We watched a little TV then aimed for bed before nine. Being a rancher, I was much more an early morning person than a late night person. Emily, was still struggling to make the transition from a time zone two hours ahead so she willing headed to her room about the same time. Some time after midnight a something woke me up. A persistent shaking of my shoulder and a continual "pssst" in my ears. "Huh?" I dumbly said. It was then that I realized that it was Emily. I caught her hands on my shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?" "Nightmare." "Come here, kid," I said softly. She quickly slid into my bed and latched onto me. Her body was still shaking. "Do you want to talk about it?" I felt her shake her head. "My mom used to say that if you talked about a nightmare it got it out in the open so you could see how puny it really is. If you left it in your mind it would always loom large and scary." "Just hold me now." She whispered those words; but they were real words, spoken by this dear, sweet, not-quite-fourteen year old. "I love you, Emily. You know that, don't you?" That may have been both the right thing to say as well as the wrong thing. She buried her face against my shoulder and quietly wept. I felt her sobs shake her frame. "I don't know what you're dealing with, but you're here with me now. You're safe. Okay?" Slowly she calmed down but stayed firmly attached to me. I held her until we both drifted off to sleep. -= Chapter 2 =- Looking back, I am amazed that nothing sexual happened that night. Oh, I had a stiffy in the morning, but that was often the case for me. I was forty-six, going on forty-seven come September, and while my willy was often willing, he didn't have the vim and vigor it did when I was twenty. So usually when I woke up with a piss hard cock, it would mostly deflate by the time I reached the toilet. But not that morning. It was harder than usual and I really had to pee. Only one thing to do: get in the shower and let the warm water relax everything. By the time I got back to the bedroom, Emily had awaken and had disappeared into her room. We went about the day and she didn't bring up her nightmare nor her sleeping with me. I figured that she'd tell me when she was ready. I took Emily into town to buy a few more groceries (I had somehow forgotten that we would be going through food about twice as fast now.) I also took her into a department store to purchase a swimsuit. That was a very lovely suit. It fit her very well and really accentuated her blossoming figure. I really don't know why I agreed to purchase it. It was actually a racing suit—Speedo brand. A purple-blue color and rather shiny, it had lighter blue piping around the edges with a lower cut back. It really was modest up front, having a relatively high cut above the breast line that showed no cleavage. But is was skin tight. Her precious little tits were compacted up tightly against her chest and her nipples were delicately outlined with the smooth fabric. At her crotch, there was additional fabric to discretely camouflage her camel toe, but I was guessing that since she had little pubic hair, there was a very close, one- to-one tracing of her pussy contour complete with a hint of the slit. Damn! She looked hot. And as I signed the credit slip paying for it, I thought, "What was I thinking!?" I also took a little bit of time to stop by work to let my boss know I was still alive and would be coming back in soon. He and Marcia, the secretary, took a liking to Emily. Marcia took Emily under her wings for the time I was there and gave her a small, private tour of what we did and made. I received a very favorable report from Marcia later. On the drive back out to the ranch, Emily opened up a little bit more. "Thank you." "You're welcome," I replied. "Thank you for all the nice things you've done, for supporting me and not pumping me with questions." That was the most I had heard her talk in the entire time that I had been with her since gaining her custody after her mom's death. "I figure you'll tell me when you're ready and not before." She scooted closer on the bench seat and leaned against my shoulder. "Yeah. Something like that." I waited for a while then figured that she was done with the topic for the time being. "You wanna listen to some music on the radio?" She scrunched her face up in a sign of disgusted and stuck her tongue out. "Oh, no pop music then. I'm a little surprised." She whispered, "Bad memories." Well, that could explain a lot. This complex child was slowly unfolding to me and each layer just raised more questions. But I decided not to push it. "Okay. You wanna try that suit out in the water tower when we get home?" She looked up at me and smiled. "Uh-huh!" She looked so good in that suit. I had my cut off jeans and old muscle-man undershirt as we climbed the ladder to the tower. I also carried our towels and noticed that I had a very scenic view of her ass cradled in the thin and sheer fabric of her suit. Very cute! Soon we were swimming small laps and splashing each other across the small confines of the wooden water tower. I felt for that brief time much younger than my age and I thought that Emily had matured greatly as well as broken through some of her emotional hurdles. July melded into August and I had my time that I needed to be back down in Casper at my job. Suddenly, I didn't love my job anymore. I wanted somehow to cut all ties with them and forever stay up at my ranch to watch out over my dear great-niece, Emily. I so loved hearing her laughter and her voice! She finally began opening up and talking more: her discourse covered the range of topics from lunch menu to music on the radio to what she had heard on the news. She really was a data-sponge: what she heard, she would retain. Her birthday was a small occasion: barbecued steak, ice cream, cake and a small necklace that I bought for her. She really like it and wore it often. I went to work that second week in August having kissed Emily good-bye and reminding her to be cautious in her use of the water tower for swimming. She had assured me that she would not go out there till mid afternoon. "I have something that I'm making for you, Uncle!" I smiled and then drove off. I was shocked and devastated when I received a phone call on my cell late that afternoon. "Mr. Childress?" the voice sounded serious and official. "Yes?" "We have received a 9-1-1 call from your property and have responded to a report of a rape." "Oh, no! Emily!" "Yes, and she is being brought into Casper for a medical examination. Other than the trauma of the ordeal, she seems to be okay." "Damn!" I whispered. Then I pinched my eyes shut tightly and tried to refocus my thoughts. "Mr. Childress?" "Yes?" "It would be very good if you could meet Emily at the hospital in Casper. And I will say that the alleged rapist is apprehended too." "Should I ask who?" "I cannot release a name yet." "Thank you for your call." "I wish that I had better news. Emily is at Mountain View Regional Hospital." I could barely think. I moved with a numbed, detached perspective that I had read is common among those who experience the trauma of war and the shell-shocked reality of being bombed and losing close comrades. I don't remember who I told, but suddenly I was at the front door of our work and Marcia hugged me. "Shawn, give her our love. Okay?" I'm pretty sure that I nodded, but I'm not really sure. I found Emily in a hospital room attended by a nurse who sat on the bed next to her, holding her hand. Emily was wearing scrubs and bear feet. She looked up and saw me then tore herself away from the nurse and launched herself onto me. "Emily," I whispered. "I'm okay now," she said then started sobbing. "You're here." On one hand I didn't want to know the details, but I knew that I had to. The nurse excused herself and a lady deputy stepped into the room, she asked only a few questions but Emily felt that she had to get it all out in the open. Kinda of gross to think about, but at that moment, I thought it was very much like when you're sick and you feel better after puking. That's really what Emily was doing—getting it all out of her system to start healing. The day went just like other days that I had left her on her own. She was thirteen by then and quite capable. She took care of some chores in the morning, went for a ride on my ATV out to watch the horses and then made lunch. After lunch she put on her swimsuit to go for a swim in the tank. As she was swimming she noticed a shadow across the water. She looked up and saw Vinícius, one of the ranch hands, standing above the water, learing at her. Vinícius was a loner, late-thirties and rather odd. He was Portuguese and hired for his knowledge of sheep and his skill on a horse. The other men tolerated him but didn't always see eye-to-eye with him. "What do you want?" Emily asked. "Isn't it obvious?" he replied and began taking his shirt and pants off. "I don't wanna go swimming with you." Emily started climbing out on the opposite side of the tank. "Fine. No swimming. We do things. You and me." That's when Emily knew she was trapped. She screamed. "No use. All the others went home." He then was only in his boxers. "Filthy and dirty," Emily emphasized. He rushed her and caught her by her arm. Emily was no match for his power but she reacted instinctively and slapped his face hard with her free hand at the same time she kneed him hard. She missed his balls but made hard contact with his lower abdomen. It was just enough that he loosened his grip and she slipped away, shoving him into the water. He cursed and splashed about as Emily went down the ladder as quickly as she could. She was still barefooted and running across the dry weeds and gravel which slowed her down. Vinícius was angry and had quickly made it out of the water and was flying down the ladder. He caught up with Emily just about as she reached the back door to the house, slamming into her and knocking her to the ground. As she was trying to gain her breath after having it knocked hard from her, he began ripping the suit from her back, tearing through the straps then roughly pulling it down. She still was fighting for her breath when he flipped her over and finished disrobing her. He flipped her legs apart and knelt between them and pulled his dick out. He leaned over her and pinned both of her arms under in hands. "I could barely breath then," Emily said, "I could barely think. I saw his dick and was revolted by how ugly it was and how ill-kept he was. I finally caught a big breath and screamed at him, 'You, big shit head! I've never seen an uglier dump of crap than you.' I had to get another breath when he slapped my face hard. That pushed me over and I was white hot mad so with my free hand I clawed at his face. 'You turd log, how'd you ever attach your little boy balls on your ugly body?' He caught my arm again, pinned it then drove his prick into me. I hated him. I screamed in his ear, 'You either won't cum since you're not a man or you're going cum in three little strokes since you're such an immature fucker.'" He tried to shut her up by putting his mouth over hers, but Emily opened her mouth wide to capture his tongue then bit down hard and wouldn't let go. He was thrusting deep in her but the pain of his tongue being held hard by Emily's teeth forced him to focus on stopping that pain. He tried pulling his tongue back, but she captured a big piece of it. And he knew if he let go of her hands, she'd clawed his face off. "Right then I heard other voices, yelling all sorts of things in Portuguese. That shit head already went limp dick and was working only on getting his tongue back." Then Emily laughed. "Police told me that he can't give a statement yet. Fucker can't talk!" The lady sheriff smiled and nodded. "That's true. He's banged up pretty badly from Emily's quick thinking oral assault as well as the other men holding him so he wouldn't and couldn't get away." "My dear Emily," I said and held her close to me again. She was tense and wound up from reliving those moments, but slowly relaxed in my embrace. "So, why is it that you're wearing hospital scrubs?" "My suit was ripped up and the sheriff was there before I could go into the house to get a change of clothing. Some of the men already had a blanket that they wrapped me in." "Yes, the hospital staff provided this outfit for her as soon as they could." The lady sheriff explained. "But there is one more question that I have. The doctors report that they were surprise that this rape did not result in any vaginal bleeding—just some minor abrasions. Typically this is because the victim was already sexually active. Emily, was this the first time that a guy had his penis in you?" Emily sighed and looked down. I felt a certain amount of anxiety for her. "No, I was raped by one of my mom's friends after my step-dad died. She was passed out because of drugs. That fucker took advantage of the opportunity and just up and fucked me." "Oh my word! Did you report that?" the sheriff asked. "No. The good it would have done. Dick head was gone and who knows where he went. But that's not all. I was raped while I was in the foster home." "Was that reported?" Emily shook her head. "I was too scared." "You know I will have to report this, don't you?" Emily nodded then looked at me. "I now know why you were so scared," I whispered. "But also I see how brave and strong you are." Emily leaned against me and hugged me. "Only because you're so, so...." "Loving and nice?" the sheriff suggested. Emily nodded. It took quite a while longer for additional statements to be taken about the nature and scope of each of the other assaults. We didn't make it back to the ranch till after dark. Joe, the ranch foreman, was sitting on the porch waiting for us with the lights on. "Hey, boss," he said coming up to the driver's side as I exited. "How's everything?" "As good as could be expected. Joe?" I looked him in the eye. "I really want to thank you and the men for helping out. How'd they know to come check on Emily like that?" Joe gave a little laugh and kicked at a small stone with his foot. "Your Miss Emily has a set of lungs. I'm a bit surprised that you didn't hear it down in Casper." He looked at Emily who had come up to stand next to me. "It's really good to see you, ma'am." "Thank you, Joe," Emily said. "I'm sorry you had to hear my bad language." Joe laughed. "You were merely telling the truth. But seriously," he turned back to me. "My men came to me and told me that Vinícius was talking smack and bravado and something about getting a piece of ass." "Don't some of the men always do that?" I asked. "But never while heading up the road to the boss's home." Joe shook his head. "I'm sorry we were late. But, boss? The men and I put together a bit of a dinner for you and the young Miss." "Thank you, Joe." "It's inside. I'll be along now." And then he hopped into his old Ford F-150 and drove out of sight. "He didn't ask about the shit head." Emily tensed up as she obliquely mentioned her attacker. "He didn't have to. Everyone knows he's in jail and probably won't fare too well once in prison. Com'on. Hungry?" "I dunno." We did have dinner. Mashed potatoes and meat loaf. My guess is that someone's wife fixed this up for us. Joe's only recipe involved a grill. And Emily ate well too. But she sat right next to me the whole night. "I'm not leaving your sight," she declared. I nodded and smiled but then realized that she meant it when she followed me into the bathroom as I was getting ready for bed. "This is a little too much, Emily." "Please don't force me away," she whispered intensely. I sighed and realized that I didn't want to create a huge scene right then. "Okay, but you have to respect my privacy by at least turning your head." That was more than a little weird having my great-niece in the bathroom with me as I peed and brushed my teeth and then slipped out of my shirt to put on my normal night shirt. But not nearly as weird as when Emily dropped her pants, sat on the toilet and let it all hang out. And of course, Emily would not sleep alone. She wormed her way into my bed and latched onto me as though I were threatening to leave her. She opened up a little more after the lights were off and told me of the horror and the shame that flooded her mind the first time she was raped. And the horrible helplessness the second time when the foster mom's son overpowered her and took her in the upstairs hallway. I had no idea what to say. Such things were as alien to me as living on the moon. I fell asleep holding her and hoping that I wouldn't get an erection come morning. I was relieved to wake up on my side facing away from Emily who was holding my back and cuddled in close there. While she was still asleep, I slipped out of bed to take a quick shower. Success! I made it back into my bedroom before Emily woke up and was sitting on the bed putting my socks and shoes on as she slowly awoke. "You leaving?" she asked plaintively. "Only with you today." She smiled widely. "I think that I can take you into work with me. Would you be comfortable hanging out with Marcia most of the day?" Emily nodded. "Great. I'll call Marcia in a bit. But how are you? Feeling like some food?" "I feel okay. I need to have you hold me," she whispered. "It's like my batteries are drained." "I can charge you up." I sat down next to her and delighted in holding her and enjoying her returned hug. I had a brief twinge of worry whether this was going wrong, but I assured myself that any dad would comfort his daughter after such a horrible affair. Emily was subdued throughout the morning, but time with Marcia at my work was very therapeutic. She was even smiling at my jokes over lunch. After work she grasped my arm and whispered, "I'm glad I came today." That did my heart good. "You want to get a replacement swimsuit?" I asked. Emily looked at me then shuddered slightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up the bad memories." Emily nodded but kept walking with me to my pickup. I unlocked her side and held the door for her. She paused then leaned against me. "I know what you mean," she whispered. I kissed her head and said, "Just let me know what you need." She turned and looked at me. "I could do the natural swim thing, if you're okay with it." I wrinkled my nose at the suggestion then countered, "Or maybe a two piece suit?" The look on her face said it all. "We don't have to decide tonight," I replied. "Emily, you know I love you and am thinking how to protect you in every way." She stood on tip-toe and kissed me then slipped into the passenger seat. When we arrived home she asked, "Can we go swimming up there?" "You have no suit." "I don't need one if you're watching out for me." "You're gonna swim nude?" "Natural," she corrected. "And you don't have to watch if you don't want." So I sat up on the walkway while Emily swam below in nothing but her birthday bathing suit. "Aren't you gonna come in too?" she asked me. I shook my head. "Wouldn't be right." I was purposing hard not to watch her. I did see enough that would give me wet dreams, and those brief glimpses kept tempting me to steal other looks at Emily as she swam back and forth in the tank. As she swam, her cute ass was just visible at the water level. Very shapely! And then she floated on her back and I developed a rock- hard, steel-reinforced cock as I saw her pert tits and beckoning pussy topped with a small bush. "The water really feels nice," she called out. "That's nice. I'm getting hungry though. I'm gonna hafta go whip up some dinner." "Yeah, me too, I guess." She swam to the ladder and climbed out. Again, I averted my eyes and looked out over the ranch below us. "You're doing everything not to look?" she asked as she toweled herself dry. "That's right." "Why?" "Several reasons," I began. "I sure don't want to get in trouble with the law. You're on their radar now being the victim of several assaults. They'll be coming out and asking more questions and I want my nose clean." "Check," she said and laughed. "But more importantly, it's like I told you last year. You are a young lady and you need to be treated with respect. And respect is that I don't sit over here ogling your every move." By that time, she had slipped her panties and pants back on. She was still topless as she sat down next to me. I glanced over at her and caught my breath at her perfectly formed breasts. Her lovely apples that floated and rose out of her chest and dared gravity to try to pull them down. "Uncle Shawn, you are the strangest and sweetest and most unusual man I've ever met." "Thank you. Put your shirt on, kid," I replied and gave her a smile. During dinner preparation she was playfully bumping me or pretending to be in my way or grabbing something just as I was reaching for it. Over dinner she talked about all the things that Marcia had told her or shown her in the office. After dinner, she turned positively playful and mischievous. She came up behind me as my hands were immersed in the dishwater and hugged me, trying to keep me from using my arms. "What's gotten into you, girl?" I asked, breaking free of her hold. She smiled. "I dunno. I haven't felt this, this, um, free in, like, forever." "I'm very happy you're feeling that way." I dried my hands. "Wanna watch some TV?" "Okay." There wasn't much on the boob-tube, but it was nice sitting down after a long day. It was also nice with Emily curled up on the couch next to me, leaning against my arm. At one point in the commercials she turned to me and asked, "So why did you come and help us?" I sensed there was something deeper in her question. "I'm not certain if you're meaning anything particularly, but the reason I helped is because you are family. When my brother—your Grandpa Tom—was dying, he made me promise to look out for his daughter—your mom." "So it's just because you promise your brother?" "That's part of it. And that is what families are supposed to do for each other. But...." my voice trailed off as I tried to think of the right words. Emily clicked the remote to mute the TV. "But there's something else there too?" "Exactly. I felt bad for your mom, but she was making her own choices and was mule-headed enough not to accept any help or advice. But you? Emily, it broke my heart thinking about you being caught up in all that." She leaned into me again and whispered, "I knew it." "You knew what?" I put my arm around her shoulders. "That first time I met you at Grandpa's funeral, I saw something in you that I could trust. I couldn't explain it then and maybe not even now, but it was a warmth and a, uh, uh. I dunno. Just a bunch of warm fuzzies and you were so comforting, letting me sit on your lap and you were always watching out for me that day." "Yes, you almost got lost in the shuffle and the crowd." "I was so happy to see you again last year when...." Her voice trailed off. "I know. I was happy to see you too." I interjected as she struggled, recalling the funeral for her step-dad. "It's more than that," she said quietly. "I had a crush on you. All the way from when I first met you and you were so nice to me. I kept hoping that I'd see you again. I'd even dream about you." "About me?" I repeated hardly believing where this was going. "Uh-huh. Sometimes I tried to imagine what it'd be like to be married to you." "Okay, that's a little scary." "Not for me. It was the only bright spot in my days." She looked up into my face and smiled. Her smile felt like the warmth of Springtime after the dead cold of Winter. "And then you were there for me again when Mom died." "I wish I had come sooner." She shook her head. "But you came." I thought back to that day—that cold, rainy afternoon when I picked up Emily from the foster home. "You flinched when I touched your knee." Emily nodded. "I remember that. I'm sorry. It wasn't you, it's just that I had been raped the day before and all that was still in my mind." I held her close to me. "I bet it's all still far too fresh in your mind now too." "Maybe," she whispered and melted into my embrace. "But it's all okay when you hold me." I thought about what she was saying as well as all that she had been through over the last few years. I wanted nothing more than to have a magic wand that would wipe away all her sorrow and make her happy for the rest of her life. But I was also a little apprehensive about finding out that she had a crush on me. "That's why I didn't wanna listen to pop music," she added after a long pause. "I heard too much rock and roll from mom and her friends and the stupid foster mom only played pop music. I can't stand hearing it now." "I understand. But there are other types of music." "Yeah. Maybe I'll find something that I'll enjoy." I clicked the muted TV off. "Are you about ready to head on up to bed?" I asked. "Maybe. Can I sleep in your bed again tonight?" I couldn't quite bring myself to say "no" yet. "We'll have to work on this, won't we?" "What?" "Getting you comfortable again in your own bed." "Yeah, maybe....." She was quiet for a little longer then said, "You remember when you walked in on me last year when I was changing?" "Yes, I do. I felt so embarrassed." Truth be told, that image would stay with me forever. She was so innocent and cute. "I'm sorry about that. But, Uncle Shawn?" "Um?" "I did it on purpose." She looked up at me to gauge my reaction. "I still had a crush on you and I thought that the only way a girl could attract a guy would be to show some tit or something else." I shook my head. "And you thought that because that's how your mom lived?" "That and TV and movies and what my friends at school said." "Not the best sources." "All I had, till you showed up. Now I know differently." "So how do you get a guy's attention?" I asked, wondering what she had learned. "Just be nice and sweet." "That would do it," I smiled then kissed her forehead. "Bed now. I'm tired." "You go into work tomorrow?" I nodded. "Please take me with you again." "I will." And I took her into my bed again that night and held her as we both dropped off to sleep. Dangerous? Yes. But she needed it and as her guardian and protector, I was bound and determined to give her what she needed. Plus, it did do me a bit of good too. I drifted off to sleep contemplating the news that she once had a crush on me. -= Chapter 3 =- I woke up a few times throughout the night because sleeping with someone in my bed was a fairly novel experience for me. One time I woke and I was cuddled into her with her back pressing into my front. I vaguely remember feeling my dick swelling with pleasure. Another time I woke up on my back with Emily snuggling into me and her hand draped over my chest and her leg thrown up over my legs. Then I awoke with my butt pressed in tight against her crotch and her arms around me, pulling me closer into her. It was a very sensual and delightful night on one hand. On the other hand it was downright stupid and dangerous! As I awoke to the early light of dawn just beginning, I realized that I had my left hand on her breasts and my right hand underneath her holding her hips. My dick was a rigid as a piece of steel. I started to extract myself from her, but she held on to my left hand, pinning it against her tits. "Don't go," she whispered. "This is very awkward, Emily." "Uncle Shawn, I think I'm about to start my period." Okay. That went from awkward to too much information. "And how is my staying here gonna help that?" "I feel like shit," she said softly. "I'm sorry. That just came out. But I feel horrible. My back is all stiff and everything." "You need a back rub?" "Uh-huh." "Lemme go empty my bladder then I'll come back and rub your back." "Okay. I gotta pee too." She actually went to a different bathroom than mine and I was relieved about that. A few minutes later she reappeared in my room, naked except for her panties. Beautiful tits! Perfectly shaped tits capped by medium sized areola and nipples. I was in danger of sprouting wood again. Emily plopped down on my bed, face first and turned her head toward me. "Bleah!" I produced the bottle of lotion and squirted a large dab on my hands. "It might be a little cold at first." She flinched as I first touched her, but relaxed as the lotion warmed up. "That feels good. Thank you!" "More?" I asked. "Don't stop." I continued rubbing her back, pressing firmly into her soft skin and slowly realizing that she was incredibly sexy. She was oozing sensuality and charisma just by laying there on my bed, nude from the waist up. Her skin was soft and supple, curvacious in all the right places. She wore light purple hip-hugger panties that just barely covered her ass crack, but not completely. I began spending more time massaging her lower back. "Yes," she whispered, "That's where it hurts most." "Here?" I asked touching the small of her back. "Uh-huh, and lower." That would be dangerous! But my rational side of my brain had retreated to four small neurons each having gone on separate vacations. Of course, I would massage lower! "Okay," I said, then pressed firmly into her lower back to relax her tight muscles. Emily sighed and relaxed, sinking more deeply into the pillow and the bedding. "That feels so good!" I put some more lotion on my hands and rubbed the small of her back again and pressed down further under her panty line. Her skin was so soft, her ass cheeks were so supple, and her crack was so inviting—I even let my fingers linger within the upper part of her crack as I pressed firmly to help relieve her tight muscles. "Yes!" she whispered. "Keep it up!" So I kept pressing firmly on her lower back and her ass cheeks. I felt my dick grow to full length and even beyond, but I kept massaging her back and running my fingers over her back and sweet ass checks. I eventually moved out beyond her ass and massaged her whole back, up along the spine then down along her sides. I felt her tits as they blossomed out from under her front. I closed my eyes briefly and marvelled at that wondrous feeling. Finally the rational part of my brain woke up and took over. "Okay, kid. Why don't you get dressed. I'll get some breakfast ready for us. Okay?" Emily sighed then rolled onto her side. "That sounds good." Her tits looked so absolutely beautifully delicious! It took every ounce of my will-power to move away from the bed instead of staying there, ogling those delightful mounds. As I started my morning coffee, I heard the sounds of a shower running. I took that time to retreat to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve my aching dick. Cum spurted after only a few tugs on the pole. Emily appeared in the kitchen maybe thirty minutes later. She smiled at me then sat down at the table. She was wearing one of her new shirts and blue jeans with her hair back in a braid that started high up on her head—A French braid, I believe it was called. Her cheeks were a little flushed so I walked over and put my hand on her forehead. "What's that for, Uncle?" "Just seeing if you have a fever or something. You look a little flushed," I replied. "My mom used to do that to me when she thought I might be coming down with something." "Oh." Emily looked down and I noticed that she became more flushed—Dang! she was blushing. I turned my back and the stark reality of *WHY* she was flushed in the first place hit me like a ton of bricks. She had just frigged herself to happy-land in the shower. I placed breakfast in front of her then sat down myself. "You mentioned that you had a crush on me." She nodded shyly. "I guess I gotta ask, do you still have a crush on me?" Emily looked down at her food and nodded slowly. I swallowed hard. It made everything a bit weird; but I knew that I couldn't berate her for it. "You know that I will always love you?" I waited for her to look up. "Always," I repeated, looking into her eyes. "And I am flattered that you have a crush on me. It makes things a bit, um, well, awkward and you know that you can't act on your desires in that way." "I know, Uncle. I really didn't want it to go this far but, well, yeah...." I laughed. "You're noticing how awkward it is, yes?" She nodded. "But Uncle, I know that we can't do anything. Now. And I know that it'd be wrong to force you to do something if ya' don't wanna. Damn! I know what being forced is like. I don't want anything from you except what you're willing to give me." I looked into her face and weighed what she had just said. Weighty words, mature wards, words that were measured and far-reaching. I was still contemplating them as we drove down to Casper a half hour later. These words woke within me a daring hope and desire. She wouldn't force me to do anything, but she was willing to do anything that I was comfortable with. The stark possibilities of such an offer were staggering—jaw- droppingly unheard of! And yet, part of me liked it; part of me thought that just maybe after a little bit of time that perhaps I'd enjoy being a little more intimate with her. Damn! I was contemplating plowing my dick in and out of her little twat—and I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it. The rest of the day went fine even though I had this weird thought hanging over me—a thought that someday (perhaps soon) I would be her lover and bring her to my bed for the rest of our lives. But all of that stayed in my head and never ventured out. Emily also seemed a bit more reserved that evening. She even tried to sleep in her own bed, although I wasn't completely surprised to find her in my bed as I woke up in the morning. "Whatchya doing here?" I whispered as we both awoke together. Emily turned and grasped my neck and back and held on tightly. "Uncle!" "Rough night?" I asked. She grunted and held me more tightly. "You know that I don't go in to work today?" She sighed a very happy and contented sigh and latched on to me even more tightly. "Emily," I whispered. "What am I going do with you?" "Hold me?" I drew her in even more closely to my embrace and thrilled at her body in close proximity to my own. We fell asleep in that close proximity for at least another hour, entwined in each other's arms and wrapped in each other's embrace. I think that I awoke first and realized that Emily was pressing in close to me with her boobs and her crotch was pressing in close to my own groin. My dick was fully involved and excited at the potential invitation. It grew and became engorged and happy at the prospects of a female close at hand. Emily merely snuggled in closer to me and held me even more tightly. She threw her leg up over my thighs and whispered, "I like this!" I did nothing to dissuade her otherwise, but instead enjoyed her close proximity. A half hour or so later as I stirred and started to get up, Emily whispered plaintively, "Don't leave. You are so warm!" But I did leave and I left her there upon my bed as I went to ready myself for the day. It was about an hour later that Emily extracted herself from my bed and made her way down to the kitchen. I had already done a number of minor chores around the house and had been out to the barn twice. "I don't think that I've slept in like that before," I commented as she plopped down on a chair. "That's more of how I wish that I could make every morning start." "That's not likely," I replied. "We're on a ranch." "Yeah, there's that, huh?" She half laughed then asked, "So what's up for today?" "We have to get you registered in school." She shook her head and wrinkled her brow. "No. Remember? You're gonna teach me!" "Right. And I have to register that and coordinate with the school district so that I'm teaching the right subjects. Plus they'll be helping out with other sorts of things like testing and lab classes." "So I still have to go to a stinkin' school?" "Not the same stickin' way you've done it before. But you do hafta interact with other people." She sat still with her lips pursed tightly, pondering the new information. She seemed so lovely and vulnerable. I did a double take then shook my head. "You happen to live on earth. You'll have to interact with us earthlings!" Emily suddenly laughed. "Take me to your leader, earthling!" So I got her all officially enrolled as a student under my care, picked up curriculum guides and textbooks then drove into Casper to take Emily to the movies and a nice restaurant. She positively glowed under my attention. The return of the school year was good because it gave us a focus on something other than the sexual tension in the room. Yes, I think that the reality that Emily wanted me was there with me most of the time; but with a new focus, I was able to push it to the back of my thoughts most of the time. Yet there was a sexual tension that presented itself to me most days. I did buy Emily a new swim suit and she wore it most of the time—but usually on those day when I was not around. When I was there, she preferred to swim in the nude—au natural, as she called it—because she argued that I would be there to protect her and to defend her against any brutes, I acquiesced and watched from the top of the tower as she swam in the nude below. She had long since given up trying to entices me to swim in the nude with her. I was dutifully trying to be the proper guardian and parent- like figure in her life. But I was very enthralled by her tits and her shapely ass. Finally the days grew cooler and by the end of September swimming was a little too cool for Emily. Emily had finished up the preventative antibiotic treatment as a precaution against sexually transmitted diseases. And the doctor had tested her a few times in the following months just to be sure. The good news was Emily was disease free and emotionally recovering. She still didn't like being left alone on the ranch for large periods of time, but would put up with a few hours alone here and there. "Just don't make a habit of it," she said sternly then laughed. When she was with a doctor on a follow-up visit, she mentioned that her periods really give her bad cramps. The doctor wrote out a prescription for "the pill." "It really helps keep things lighter with less pain and makes things more manageable in that department," she said. "Plus, it allows you options if you wanted to pursue sexual activity." Emily told me about that and a little light bulb went off in my head. I think it did for her too because she took the prescription into her room, made sure I was watching then winked at me. The sheriff informed us that they would need to take a deposition from Emily—both for the case against Vinícius who was still locked up in the county jail and against the thug who had assaulted her in the foster home. "It serves both for investigating the crime," the lawyer said, "and in lieu of actually testifying in court." That was a big plus in my mind. Over those next months, I tutored her in her studies as well as taught her about life on the ranch. She was eager to learn and eager to please. She also seemed eager to play: sometimes bending provocatively so I got a real good look at her tits down her shirt or maybe her barely clad ass peeking out from underneath her robe after a shower. She was a very tactile child, thriving on the touches and hugs that I gave her. And I grew to love her closeness too. It was now early December and Old Man Winter was looking to be with us in a big way. I had made a trip into Casper and while the interstate was fine, rain made for slow traveling on the barely paved state highways. With the temperatures dropping, I was certain we'd have our first snow by morning. I arrived back at the ranch quite a bit later than I had planned and I was expecting to find Emily nervously waiting for me and maybe even chiding me for not getting back in time. I was completely unprepared for her rushing me with a big smile as soon as I entered the mud room off the back porch. "Com'on, I gotta show you!" "Show me what, Emily?" She stopped pulling on my arm long enough to say, "'Member that I was working on something for you?" I thought back and remembered that prior to her being assaulted, she had mentioned that she was making something for me. I nodded my head. "Well, it's done. Wanna see?" And she pulled on my arm again then led me into my bedroom. "See?" She pointed at my bed and I saw a new blanket covering the queen sized bed. Only it wasn't a blanket—it was a quilt. And, hey! I recognized some of those squares of cloth. "You made that?" I asked. "How in the world did you do it?" She then explained how she had found my old pile of rags and worn clothes plus she had found my mom's old Singer sewing machine. I hadn't thought about that old thing in years! She spent her alone time planning, designing and sewing the quilt together. The blue heart in the center made of old jeans was the hardest part, she added, because of the thicker fabric and the funny angles to sew it at. "But you knew how to use a sewing machine?" She nodded, still all smiles. "Learned how last year in school." "Well, I'm impressed. Very impressed." She smiled then latched onto my arm again. "And that's not all. We're having a special dinner tonight." "What's the occasion?" "Just something I wanted to do." She kissed my cheek then added, "You go get freshened up and changed. It's a formal dinner." So a little later Emily met me at the kitchen door and she said, "No, you don't have to do a thing. You go wait in the den. I have some appetizers in there for you." So she led me to my favorite chair and placed a tray of crackers and cheese on the table next to me. "Anything to drink?" she asked. "I know exactly what we should have tonight." "What?" "I have to go into the pantry to find it." She got a big smile on her face. "A wine?" "Yes, a wine." I winked then added, "and you can have a taste too." A little while later, I found my favorite Riesling, uncorked it and poured two glasses: mine full and Emily's with just a little in the bottom. I was savoring the flavor and thinking about how industrious Emily had become when she waltzed in. She had changed into a very lovely dress—one I hadn't seen before that I could recall. "You like it?" she asked then attempted a formal bow. "I do. When'd you get this?" "A couple weeks ago while I was waiting at the mall for you." "Well, when you said a formal dinner, I guess you really meant a formal dinner!" "My dear Uncle Shawn, this is all just a way of saying thank you for this last few months. Almost a half year together. I am so happy here with you!" Then she spun around and her dress flared outward. "Dinner's ready now." "I'll bring the Riesling." "The what?" I pointed at the bottle and she nodded. She led me into the living room where she had a fire going in the large stone-lined hearth and the two tall- backed chairs were pointed toward the fire with a small table in front set with two formal place settings and two candles. In between the chairs was a small end table on which she had placed the food. "It's really not much," she began. "I'll be the judge of that. Already, I'm very impressed. You did a grand job with everything that I can see. The fire is perfect!" I pulled her to me and hugged her then kissed her forehead. "You are a very sweet young lady." "Thank you, Uncle." Emily pointed to my seat and I sat down as she served up our dinner. A well prepared meat loaf with baked potato and green beans. "This really looks good, Emily!" I said as I waited for her to sit down too. She did sit and with a smile, she pushed a button on the remote to start the CD player. "Dang! this girl's going all out, aint she?!" I thought to myself. "I was kinda glad that you were a little late," she began. "It really helped me have time to get this all together." "Well, my compliments to the chef! Ya' hear?" I handed her the part glass of Riesling then took a swig of my own. She followed my lead and took a small taste. "I like it." "That may be too bad," I answered. "Hate to have you developing a taste for alcohol." "I tried beer before," she said. "It was gross and nasty. Never wanna see or smell it again." "We could arrange that." She laughed. It was music listening to her voice. I thought back to a half year before—a scared, frightened, not talking twelve year old girl, bearing the weight of many tragedies. But now, a self-confident fourteen year old making her play in the realm of adulthood. That's when I noticed *what* music she had chosen. "So you found some tunes that you do like?" I asked. Her eyes sparkled. "Uh-huh. A couple of girls at school were talking about country music and, well, one thing led to another, I started listening and I downloaded a bunch and made a CD for tonight. You like?" I listened and smiled. Randy Travis? She could have done far worse than that! "I like it," I said finally. "I almost cried when I first heard this song," she said, after taking a bite. "Really?" "No, I did cry. It's just so beautiful, isn't it? He's gonna love her forever even when her hair turns gray!" "That is very sweet," I admitted. Dinner really was good and I was hungry enough that I asked for seconds. Emily smiled brightly and dished me up another helping. I noticed then that Tim McGraw was singing—it was a song that I heard on and off on the country stations, a sweet song about growing old together with his love and raising their kids "Where the green grass grows." "I really like this song too," Emily said. "I listened to it probably five times in a row one afternoon." "Really?" I had no idea that she had become a country music lover. And that she was becoming such a sentimental romantic. "Uh-huh. I like that part about every night tucked in close to you and raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed." "Are you turning into a romantic?" I was a little surprised at how she was coming across—almost like she wanted to have my babies right then and there. "Maybe," she answered and finished her Riesling. "Uncle? Do you dance?" I thought back to high school and the awkward social events that we called dances. I held on to a girl and wobbled around trying to act like I knew what I was doing. Of course, few really knew how to dance then. I had attended some parties in college and every so often out in Casper there'd be a big shin-dig with square dancing or some such. I had gone a few times since it was the right neighborly thing to do. But really dance? "Not much if at all," I finally answered. "What about you?" She shook her head. "Never tried it before." She stood up and reached for my hand. "But I found some how-to videos on the net and I'd like to try it now. Would you dance with me?" The night grew more romantic. I stood up and held her in a dance embrace. One arm was around her waist and the other hand holding hers. She took the cue and slipped her arm over my shoulder—a bit of a reach for her since I was six foot even and she was maybe five foot three or four. But she fit so nicely next to me like that. And she really was dancing—I recalled a few moves too to match what she was doing. "I've never been to a dance before," she whispered. "I've never been to a private dance before." She chuckled then laid her head against my chest. We were slowly dancing to the sounds of a slow country ballad for maybe five minutes. I was getting a serious boner and I knew that she had to have felt it since she was pressed right up next to my front. My arm around her slipped lower and rested on her back where her ass began to flair out. Damn! I was getting some pretty hot thoughts. And her lovely tits where pressed right into my abdomen. I had not been this seriously turned on by a girl for a long time. Suddenly the lights flickered and went out. The music stopped abruptly. The only light we had was from the candles and the fire. And with the music stopped I could hear that the wind had picked up and was slinging icy rain against the window panes. Emily jumped a little but I held her close. "Was this something that you planned for the evening too?" I asked with a chuckle. "Uh, no." "It'll be out for quite a while. Power doesn't go out often out here, but when it does, it's down for a while." "So what do you do?" "At night, I go around and make sure things are secure, make sure plenty of wood is stacked up nearby then go off to bed. It'll probably be down close to freezing in parts of the house first thing tomorrow." "Then I'm never getting up!" "Easy to say till the urge to pee gets too strong." I gave her another hug and a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you very much for a lovely evening. Let's clean up and get things ready." "Could we sleep out here by the fire?" "On the floor?" I asked. "No, bring your mattress out here." I thought about it for a few moments. It sounded practical—and rather romantic. I was intrigued by the notion. "Okay, kid. Let's go wrestle it down here." A little while later, my mattress was in by the fireplace and the fireplace was stoked with a couple of extra logs. Outside the wind drove the icy pellets hard so that they stung the face. The animals in the barn were fairing well and were happily fed so we retreated back inside, finished cleaning up dinner then sat down on the couch to watch the fire. We both had stopped off in our own rooms to change into something much more comfortable and warm for the rest of the night. I was in my flannels and a long, extra thick bathrobe. Emily showed up in sweat pants, a baggy sweatshirt and an old terry cloth robe that I used to use but had passed it along to her a few months before. "Would you mind if I have another little bit of that wine?" Emily asked. "Okay, just a bit." I poured her a half glass and then a full glass for myself. "You know I have a crème brûlée recipe that would have been perfect for tonight. It goes very well with this wine." Emily suddenly jumped up and said, "I totally forgot. I made a vanilla pudding for dessert!" She hurried off to the kitchen then reappeared a few minutes later with dessert. "Ta-da!" "Perfect, Emily! Very impressive evening!" She sat down next to me and cuddled in close to my side. We sat and ate the pudding and sipped the Riesling while watching the fire in quiet for a long while. I was struggling with knowing that Emily still had a crush on me and I was losing any resolve to stay innocent in that regard. I was very aware of her breast pressing into my arm and her hips close to mine. But I really didn't have an answer to my lust nor did I know what she was thinking. "That's really cool," Emily suddenly interrupted my thoughts. "See how the fire has a green and blue flame over there?" I guess she was still just a young teen at heart. I pulled her closer to me and whispered, "I see lots of colors and lots of flames. But there's nothing like the colors and the flames that I saw blazing in you tonight." Yeah, I know. That was totally over the top and unnecessary. But it was exactly what I was thinking. Emily giggled and grasped my arm more tightly. "Really?" "Kid, you're the best. That's all there is. And tonight has been a very special night." "I'm glad you liked it." I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "More than liked it. I loved it. Even loved the mood lighting that you managed to arrange here at the end." She laughed. Her voice was so melodious. "You are so funny, Uncle Shawn." "You bring it out of me. I'm normally dry and boring. Blah-blah-blah all day long." She laughed again then kissed my cheek. "Somehow, I don't think so. You are incredible. I'm so glad you're my uncle!" "And I'm glad you're my niece—or great-niece, as it may be." I took another large swallow of the Riesling then poured myself another glass full. "You too?" I asked Emily. She nodded and held her mostly empty glass out to me. "Oh, Emily," I began. "What have you done to me?" "Me?" "Yes, you." I kissed her cheek again then continued. "I was a happy bachelor, content with my lot in life and living a pretty fulfilled life. Or so I thought. Then you showed up. Now I am constantly thinking about you: what do you want to eat, to wear, to do? I am completely consumed with 'Emily' and all that she is!" I hugged her more tightly to me then. "And now you made a wonderful dinner after telling me that you still have a crush on me." Emily blushed. I saw her face light up red—even in the fire light. "Well, I don't care what they say, I think that you are the cutest girl in the world." I knew that my technique was very juvenile and puerile. But I was struck by her love for me and somehow I wanted to reciprocate. "I'm getting tired," she said after some time lapsed. "Will you be warm enough?" I asked. "If you hold me." "I'll be right here," I replied. She smiled and slipped down into the bedding on the mattress in front of us, pulling the new quilt up to her chin. I smiled at her then added another log or two to the fire and blew the candles out. "It's our only source of warmth tonight." I added. "Nuh-uh. You're here. That's my warmth." I slipped in next to her and immediately luxuriated in her soft curves and ample fullness. Her hips were definitely on the way to full and feminine. I also felt her breasts press into my chest. Dang! They were full on womanly and excitingly wonderful! And they pressed right up against me and my chest! "Emily?" I put my arms around this wondrous nymph. "Do you still have a crush on me?" "No," she whispered, then started laughing. "It's far beyond that now." I kissed her forehead then her nose. "You know that what we're about to do crosses a line and I could go to jail." "You won't 'cause I won't tell." I lost all remaining resolve at that point. "I'm yours, Emily. Will you be mine?" "Yes!" she half screamed then hugged me. "Best news ever!" I placed my mouth over hers and began to kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the gesture. I ran my tongue over her lips and they immediately opened up and welcomed my tongue within her mouth. I had French kissed several girls in collage, but I forgot how the electricity can run straight down to the dick from the tongue. My rod grew two sizes immediately! "I feel that," Emily whispered in my ear. "I like that!" "I like it too!" I put my hands under her sweat shirt and thrilled that I felt no bra. Her back was so smooth and soft. "You are so incredible," I whispered. She cooed in response. That's when I felt the edges of her tits, unencumbered by bra or any undergarments. Her skin was so silky. I ventured a touch across her ribs and thrilled at her tits that were sticking out from her rib cage. "Emily," I whispered. "You are so incredible! So beautiful! I am seriously gasping for air because you are so beautiful!" She giggled and I continued to marvel at her beauty. "Emily, I am in awe of your beauty." "Show me," she whispered. "Oh, sweet child, you are so alluring!" She moved one of her hands so that it was under my tee shirt. "Oh!" I gasped. "Your fingers are like ice!" "Sorry." "There's really only one sure way to warm them up," I said, taking her hand and stuffing it into my drawers. "Grab a hold of my dick." "Really? Won't it be too cold?" "Not at all. This is one hot rod!" She took my dick into both of her hands. "It's so *warm*!" Then she giggled. "What?" I laughed. I really felt years younger around her. "I was never into cars before, but now I think I like Hot Rods!" She squeezed my dick slightly then laughed again. "I like him. Can he play with me tonight?" "He can play with you whenever you want," I replied and sighed. Her hands were so incredible on my member. That someone else was touching me—touching ME—was over-the- top incredible and sensual! Yes, her hands were cold to the touch, but my dick was almost a red-hot poker. It relished the cool touch and her cold hands. It relished feeling someone else wrapping her hands around its inflated girth. "Emily, that feels so incredible!" I sighed again and moaned. "Really?" "Let me show you." I then launched my attack on her body in a firm and gentle onslaught. I loosened her robe and pulled her shirt up so that I could latch my mouth upon her tits. Oh! Wondrous nipples and delightful tits they were. She let go of my dick as I sucked her tit and nipple into my mouth and pulled it hard with suction. I heard her gasp so I backed off a little yet still held a bit of her nip in my mouth. Her hands flew to the back of my head and neck. "Uncle!" she finally spoke when she found her voice. I was immediately turned on even more by her cries and her hands massaging my head. This young nymph was controlling my wishes and my desires! Her breasts were delightfully full and plump. She was mostly on her back and these wondrous inventions stood straight up away from her chest and met my face as my mouth hungrily licked and kissed each tender square inch of real estate. Shadows cast by her tits danced in the firelight. Emily was moaning. I was surprised at how much she was into it as I had just started. I kept licking her nipples and moved a hand down below to feel under her sweat pants and inside her panties. Her legs opened up wide in anticipation. I felt the small bush that adorned the top of her pussy then let my fingers trace the outer margins of her outer labia. Each were covered with a thin sprinkling of small wiry hairs. As I pulled my fingers back up, I let them dip into the center of her pussy. It was absolutely sopping wet—dripping with her excitement! No wonder she was moaning from my licking her tits! I kept a steady licking and sucking on her breasts as I pressed my middle finger against her clit. She responded by pushing her hips up to meet my touch. I rubbed my middle finger over her clit—her very slick clitoris!—and she moaned more and grasped my head more tightly in her hands, pressing my face closer into her breasts. I sucked harder on the closer nipple and pressed firmly against her clit and rubbed the slick button. She gasped loudly and pulled on my hair, mashing my face even closer into her breast. I slipped my finger inside her pussy and felt it spasming all around. Slowly she began to relax her tight grip on my neck and head. "Oh, wow!" Her voice was merely the slow expulsion of air that had been pent up behind her climax. "Yes, Emily?" "Is it always like that?" "It can be." "That was the most incredible ride I have ever been on." I laughed. "Emily, dear Emily, I am sorry that you had a bad introduction to sex. I guess I wish that I could have been your first." "No, you were!" Emily was suddenly all over me, kissing my face and hugging me close to her tits. "You were the first, Uncle." I caught my breath. "How so?" "Those bastards just fucked me. You were the first to make love to me." "I haven't even started." She kissed me again. "I know. Do it!" "Emily?" I kissed her in return, dwelling long in the joy of her warm lips. "I'm so glad that you understand the difference between a fuck and making love. Because I love you." "I know," she replied, her face was radiant in the firelight. "And I love you." I rolled over so I was nearly completely on top of her. "Are you ready for me to be *in* you?" "Yes!" she squealed and hugged me tightly. I pulled her sweat pants all the way off and she slipped out of her sweatshirt as I finished slipping my baggy pants off. "My dear niece," I whispered into her ear as I positioned myself above her. "My dear Emily!" My dick was engorged far beyond where I had felt it in recent times. It was already leaking precum in sheer happiness at the prospect. Emily had opened her legs wide for me to lay between and I now positioned myself above her with my dick nearly at the entrance to her pussy. "This changes everything, Emily," I whispered. "No, it makes everything better!" "Then I'm yours, my dear Emily!" And I rubbed my dick head across the front of her cunt and felt how slick and juicy it already was. I placed my dick head at that wondrous entrance and pressed forward slightly. "Yes!" Emily whispered as my dick pressed into her intimate parts. She was so slick already that my cock slipped deep into her depths with no resistance at all. "Oh, uh!" she answered as I slipped into her waiting pussy. Her pussy was so wet and willing. It was so tight and inviting! I slipped deep into its depths and bottomed out with my balls slapping against her ass. "Uncle Shawn!" she finally vocalized. "Oh!" I couldn't contain myself. I went primal—I slammed my dick into her pussy then withdrew it only to slam it hard into her depths again. Again and again! In and out— back and forth. Each time as I bottomed out in her cunt, I heard her grunt as though I was forcing the air out of her lungs. Suddenly I felt the jism boiling up from within my balls. I slammed my dick deep into her pussy and held it there as the cum spurted out, volley after volley of thick, creamy cum. She clung tightly to my back and arched her hips up to meet mine. I collapsed on her, barely holding my weight above her frame. I was slowly aware that she was crying. Sobbing actually. "Emily, Emily. Are you okay?" She nodded but continued crying. "What's wrong?" My dick was rapidly going limp within her vagina. "Nothing," she finally replied. "I'm so happy that you're in me. That's all!" I flexed my dick and shuddered slightly. "I am very happy that I'm in you too." I left my dick in her and was surprised that it hadn't faded away completely yet. Her pussy's tight grip held my cock in place and probably kept the blood from leaving as fast. I cradled her head in my arms and gently kissed her cheeks which were wet from her tears. "I'm so sorry that you had such bad experiences with sex before," I whispered. Emily sniffed and her nose squeaked. She laughed then said, "I'm bawling like a baby, aren't I?" She took a deep breath then said, "I still consider this my first. You are my first, Uncle Shawn." "I'm happy." "All the other times someone forced me, raped me, or fucked me. Not today." She kissed my lips. "No, today I gave myself to you and you made love to me. I made love with you. Never felt anything so wonderful before. Ever." She wiped her eyes and laughed again. "And that's why I'm crying. I'm so happy." I suppose that made sense somehow. It actually made sense to me then too. I kissed her lips and she slowly sucked my lips into her mouth. I felt the tingle of excitement travel through my body again and my semi- erect dick, still within her love box, twitched and grew in anticipation. "I felt that," she laughed then kissed me again. "You wanna do that again?" "I can't believe it!" I whispered. "You sexy nymph!" "What?" she laughed. "Guys normally don't shoot their wad and stay rigid like this. I think it's your fault." "So, what if it is my fault?" she replied playfully. "Whatchya gonna do about it?" "This." I flexed my now nearly fully engorge rod and slammed it deep inside of her. "Oooh. I could deal with that." "Oh, you could, huh?" I rolled so I was on my back and she was on top of me, riding my insanely rigid dick like a cowgirl. "How bout you ride the bucking bronco for a while?" Emily sat up and wedged her pussy down onto my dick then placed her hands on my shoulders. "Yeah, wow! This feels so good." She lifted up slowly then slowly settled back down. My dick was loving her tight pussy walls, well lubricated by her excitement and my jism. I was now lying on her robe—for that I was very glad as I could feel all the cum from my first load leaking out over my dick and balls. As she got into the rhythm of being in control of making love, I reached up and felt her tits—her incredibly taut and wondrous teen tits. She moaned as my fingers played over her nipples. She kept up a slow, methodical rhythm for quite a while—must have been at least five to ten minutes. My dick was fully engorged and I could feel the faint rumblings of another cum-filled eruption beginning to simmer in my balls. Emily had picked up the pace and was straining to find her next orgasm. I leaned forward and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. That did it. She gasped and slammed her pussy down on my nearly quivering rod. Her nipple slipped from my mouth and as she collapsed on my chest, her cunt spasmed tightly around my dick and that put me over causing me to erupt in another powerful cum. She lay still on top of me for a long while as we both caught our breath and returned down from the rush of orgasmic bliss. This time my dick slipped out of her quickly. A little later I remember that she slipped off my chest and cuddled in next to me and I curled up next to her, holding her in a gentle embrace. Sometime late I awoke to find that she was straddling me and my dick was deep inside her pussy. I woke up to the luxuriant feel of sex happening to me. I reached up to feel her soft skin above me and then thrilled at the touch of her ass and hips. A short time later I blew my load and she collapsed on top of me again. Much later I woke to the realization that the fire had died down. I stirred myself to stoke the fire then returned to lie beside this incredible nymph. She turned toward me and I marveled at the swell of her hips and the feel of her curvaceous ass beneath my fingers. Shortly after that, I realized that I was atop of her and thrusting my dick in and out of her ready and willing pussy. A brief time later, I collapsed around her and we embraced, face to face, with my dick still in her pussy. I vaguely remember her kissing my face and embracing my neck, but I fell asleep very soon after that and didn't awake till the light of dawn had obviously played out over our house. Emily stirred first and I awoke. The fire was low and I moved to get out of our bed. "You going?" "Just gotta put more wood on the fire." "Come back soon," she pleaded, touching my thigh with her hand. I added several more logs then joined her again in the bed. She latched onto me and hugged me tightly as I faced her. She was so sweet and soft; her tits were pressed tight up against my chest and her arms were encircled around my neck and back. My dick stirred a little at the prospects before I fell asleep again. (The reality was that I was plum tuckered out by this vixen!) We both woke up about the same time. The bright light of dawn shining on new snow filtered in through the window and the dying embers of the fire barely cast any shadow at all. Emily was entwined about me with one of her arms over my side and the other tucked underneath her chin. I too had one arm over her side and was reveling in the wondrous feel of the swell of her ass and the supple shape of her butt cheeks. Glorious butt cheeks and delightful crack! Emily stirred and grunted. "You awake now?" "My head is throbbing." I suddenly remembered all the adult beverages that she had consumed. "I have a solution for you. Do you like coffee?" "Bleah," she replied and snuggled in closer to me. "I have something else," I whispered as I kissed her head. I thrilled at her touch and luxuriated in running my hands over her naked back, spine and ass. "What?" "Wait here. I have to stoke the fire and I'll get you something to help that headache." Several minutes later I had the fire brightly burning and licking the sides of fresh logs. I also had a glass of Pepsi and a small square of extra dark chocolate. I had stumbled upon the concept of caffeine and dark chocolate in synergy to overcome the effects of a hangover. And a hangover is exactly what Emily was suffering. "Here you go," I spoke quietly. "Eat this and drink the soda. You can go back to sleep if you want, but it'll help you." She ate the chocolate and drank the soda then curled up on the mattress and fell asleep again. I kissed her cheek then moved into the kitchen to start my version of caffeine before I did my morning oblations. It was over an hour later that Emily appeared in the kitchen. She was clothed in her robe and she had an extra blanket around her shoulders. "Hi," she slowly said. "Welcome back to reality, dear niece." She walked up to me and hugged me. "I like that." "What?" I asked playfully. "You called me dear. That's nice." "You are my dear. That's all there is to it." She snuggled up close to me and I rejoiced in her proximity: her boobs pushing into my chest and her arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and felt her curves beneath the robe. Her robe was soft but I was remembering the actual feel of her skin as I gently rubbed her ass. "How's your head?" "Better, thanks. I think it worked." "Hungry now?" "Uh-huh." Breakfast was eggs and toast, cooked over the old wood stove I kept in the kitchen for just such occasions. Afterwards, we went riding around on horses to see how the rest of the ranch was faring. It was a light snowfall—just a couple of inches—but there was mud underneath the snow and a cold breeze hinting of a deep freeze for the coming night. Joe came by the ranch house about noon and commented that the power was out in several places and my road was probably the last to get fixed up. "It was a couple of kids out for a lark that took the pole out. Durn lucky they didn't get killed. I'm really surprised they were able to drive their pickup away." Emily had been standing quietly nearby suddenly nodded and said, "I knew lots of kids like that. Stupid, crazy ideas and luckier than dirt." Joe smiled and looked Emily in the eye. "You've really changed, ma'am. And for the better too." Joe looked back at me and added, "Remember me telling ya' that being a guardian would change ya'?" I nodded, recalling that conversation just before I flew out to rescue Emily. "Looks like I didn't tell the whole story. It's changed ya' both." "I think you were right, Joe." And I was glad he didn't know just *how* much it had changed us. After he left, Emily wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "I could sure use some more of your attention." I held her close and thought about just how much everything had changed. And suddenly staying on the ranch was not a high priority. "Emily? Christmas is in a couple of weeks. What do you say we go somewhere else for Christmas?" "I don't care where as long as it's with you," she whispered. "Check." She laughed. "And stay in your room." "Check." "And in your bed." She giggled. "Then we might as well stay home, huh?" She shook her head. "Where were you thinking?" "Hawaii." "Really?" she squealed. "Honestly!?" I was able to arrange a trip to Hawaii—Oahu and Maui— even though it was so last minute. Ten days of tropical bliss. Ten days of non-stop Emily. Ten days of waking up to sex and going to sleep after sex. Ten days of passionate and tender love-making. It was disappointing coming home to "regular" life, and I suppose that Emily had the hardest adjustment since she couldn't talk about any of her new-found joys with any of her friends. Being fourteen and living with an older lover was not something that society would take kindly to. We did find our grove and she finished her ninth grade year very well. She had a knack for doing things and took to ranch life very well. I taught to drive the pickup around that next summer and she was pulling her weight in work very well. Joe and the other men looked out for her like she was a little sister—I think the brutality of Vinícius' attack on Emily and the strong way that she was fighting him back worked in her favor. It also helped that Joe and the others were all married men—didn't mind a little teasing here and there, but could always get their nookie somewhere else. That and they had children at home. Joe once told me that the image of Emily pinned under that brute was one that still made his anger boil. But Emily plays it all very well. She acts like she's my daughter sometimes and other times my niece, but after dark we change roles: I am her lover and she is my vixen. We never sleep alone anymore. She told me recently that she was thinking about stopping the pill for a while. "Just to see if my periods are less crampy than they used to be," she said with a smile. "And you know I'm getting close to eighteen now. Never know what else might happen." "I know what else will happen," I said in mock seriousness. "What?" "I'm gonna eat you just like usual and then squirt your insides full of my cream." She rushed me and surrounded me with her wonderful hug. Her tits, now a comfortable C cup, still had a youthful vitality and gravity defying lift. They pressed into my chest—a little higher up that when she first moved out to the ranch since she had grown to about five foot four. She kissed me and whispered, "I was hoping you'd say that, then you could be a daddy!" My dick sprang up at the thought and at her proximity. She rubbed my crotch. "I felt that. Wanna make a baby now?" I was so in love with this nymph named Emily. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 83