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(M/F-teen, underage, 1st, inc, rom) *** I. I'd been a widower/ (slash) bachelor for nearly a year before my life was turned upside down and darn near inside out. I'd retired early from my second career; my first was the Army then following school a few years working as an industrial project manager. Needless to say that "tanked" with everything else to include the economy; then, my wife of nearly thirty years passed away leaving me on my own: that can be rough when she did just about everything from keep the check book balanced to paying the bills. Now I had to do it all. I've managed to survive – my life would make a great reality show. During the years I was working in industry we'd built a new house on the edge of town in what was still ranch land shortly before her passing. That was the second bitter pill to swallow. For the next couple years I had the house all to myself when out of the blue I get a phone call on a Saturday morning from my darling sister- in-law Gloria. I had not heard from Gloria since the funeral. Gloria was just as single as I was, except she was a single Mom type, her so-called boyfriend/lover skipped the country, maybe the world when Gloria came up positive on the pregnancy test eighteen years ago. Her brothers, my brother-in-laws were looking for the fool – armed with deer hunting rifles no-less. "Yoa, bro'-in-law..." she cooed using slang from the sixties. "whass happenin'?" I had to think of something witty. "Well it's not the Broncos. What do you need?" Dumb question. There was a brief sigh of annoyance from the other end of the phone line. "You know Andy will be going to college there this year..." She began. I suddenly had the feeling I was being set up for a come-on. She is? I sure didn't know that. "And the college rules say she can live off campus her first year as long as she is living at home or with a family member..." I could see that one coming from out of state. "Okay, and...?" "And what...?" "And what am I supposed to do about this situation?" Another dumb question. Again there was an audible sigh of exasperation from Gloria's end of the phone. "And -- can she stay with you? She was accepted to the college there. The idea is, she can save on room and board, and you've got that place all to yourself..." The last I had seen Andy was at the funeral, a cute little fox of 16 going on 27; before that she was a shy little girl of nine; I was her uncle who out of both families was probably the most traveled outside the country – Germany three or four times, Korea; twice, Japan (layovers on my way in and out of Korea; Hawaii (for what that was worth; hate the place to this day); the Middle East twice; not counting back and forth across the country too many times to count. I'd spoiled her with stuffed toys from around the world – and back. I had not known it until now but I was Andrea's favorite uncle who she had a young girl's crush on. "Sure," I finally said feeling my arm being twisted via long distance, "what are bachelor uncles good for?" "Oh stuff a sock in it..." That was the last I heard from Gloria until I received an e-mail at the end of June with Andy's flight information she would be coming west just after the Fourth of July. Andy graduated from high school near the top ten percent of her class which assured her some benefits toward out of state tuition and other necessities for school. Not bad. I got busy in the next few days with house cleaning and setting up Andy's room plus an another room next to hers with a connecting bathroom that would be her private study. A friend of mine who was in the Air Force base IT section came out to hook up a computer and a VoIP line for her and telephone, Fax, and printer with scanner system. The study looked better than my home office! It was just after the Fourth of July when I met Andy at the airport. The original plan was she was going to drive west near the end of June but her car took a dump the last day of school. Nice graduation gift – broke down car and she couldn't afford another one and school both. Anyway with all the new rules at airports I had to wait for her at the end of the concourse at a coffee shop – more expensive than Starbucks; despite being eighteen now Andy was still as shy at first as she was when I saw her at Pat's funeral. As she approached me up the concourse I saw a young girl – more like a beautiful woman of eighteen: long tawny brown hair, lithe slender body, five-six or so, nicely shaped hips, full firm breasts that filled out her yellow polo shirt, heart shaped face and dark blue eyes surmounted by a pair of dark rimmed glasses, all displayed in form fitting beige jeans with white canvas belt and yellow pull over polo shirt, the buttons undone; and white Reeboks; that's my niece. I felt myself getting a nice hard-on right there in the terminal in front of half the city and county; nothing I could do about it now. We exchanged functionary hugs, but no kisses "hi, great to see you again" etc. I asked her the usual questions about the flight adding: "Try flying on a C130 sometime; with jump seats no less." "A what?" Andy looked up at me with a: "What the hell are you talking about?" Then, she softly commented: "Oh yeah, that's right, Mom said you were ex-Army." "Former, dear," I corrected her as I moved her out of the stream of incoming people. "Ex is for those who ETS early." "Oh." Andy was silent as we followed the crowd from her flight down to the baggage receive area. She arrived with the two suit cases, any more than that Gloria would had to have taken out a second mortgage on the house and pawn her birth right for the airline ticket. There was some dark humor on a recent late night talk show; the airlines were going to charge passengers for the air they breathe on the flight. Gloria was going to ship the rest of Andrea's things by LTL (Less-than-truck load) freight. I left Andy at the arrivals door while I hiked across forty acres of parking lot to the truck. I'm not sure what Andy was expecting but she seemed a bit uncertain by the sight of the oversized three-quarter ton, 4x4, 1978 long bed Jimmy (GMC) K25 Suburban when I pulled up to the loading zone. I was going to do the gentlemanly thing and help her in the truck but by the time I got out and around to the other side to help her, she had the back door open and slung her hand bags and both suit cases in the back and was getting in the passenger's side. "Thanks, I got it, Uncle Dave," she said closing the door. Couldn't say the girl wasn't independent – just like her mother. She looked exhausted as she as she buckled herself in and sat back in the seat, her head resting against the high seat back. Shrugged and walked back to my side of the truck and climbed in.I pulled out following the line of cabs, cars, and a tour bus to the exit gates. When I stopped at the gate, I handed the cashier a ten and the time card and got back pocket change. As I pulled away from the gate I looked at the change I got back for the parking lot. "Well, I can probably buy a candy bar with this change." "Must be cheaper here than back home," Andrea remarked taking in the scenes as we left the airport behind. "A candy bar is around a dollar now." "Ridiculous," I muttered tossing the change in to the ash tray with what was already there. We left out of the airport driving west for a couple miles; we were looking at a wall of sheer rock that ran for nearly fifty miles in either direction. Then I turned north on to the north expressway for another fifteen miles before finally heading east for another ten miles. I lived well outside of the city – more in what had been ranch country until a few years ago. During the drive back to my place we talked mostly about the area, what there was to see and do. Except for the funeral this was the farthest Andrea had been from home in her life – a whole new experience. We talked -- mostly me about the region of the country and the area where we'd built the new house before Pat's passing. "Your Mom didn't say what your major in college is going to be," I started. Andrea grinned. Looking out the window as we passed a ranch close to where I built, she said: "And for good reason." She turned to look at me gauging my reaction. "Journalism." I damned near slammed on the brakes. Good thing no one was following. "Journalism!" "Yup." Andrea casually looked out the window. "She told me how much you despise and hate journalists." "For good reason too." I continued on grinding my teeth seething with anger now. I think Andrea was laughing to herself. I know Gloria had to have coached her on some of my hang ups and that was one of them. I eventually calmed down, my blood pressure returned to somewhere close to normal. We arrived at the house which set back from the county road on twenty acres of wooded land in an area that had become known as Oakwood Estates; a fancy name for an area that was supposed to inspire the impression of decedent luxury. Not even close. Not counting the ranch down the road, there were only five other new homes out here over the past two years. There was supposed to be a home owners association but that quickly fell apart – lack of sufficient people interested in the concept: all five of us. The developer went bankrupt. As I drove up the gravel drive way Andrea suddenly came alive. "Oh! Uncle Dave, I this is beautiful!" The house was dark red brick construction set in to the side of a wooded slope, the garage at the lower level and rest of the house on the upper level with about a one thousand-ninety-two hundred square foot open area on the lower level. The house was surrounded by lodge pole pine, a far cry from its non de plume of oak and beyond that open range land the two nearby ranches used for cattle grazing. I stopped in front of the garage doors behind which set a bronze colored `74 Chevy Nova fastback in mint condition and metallic royal blue `66 Pontiac GTO also in mint condition; the truck of course being a truck was left outside in the elements; it showed it too. Opposite the house stood a stand-alone garage where I had two more out of the seventies classic trucks and a John Deere tractor with mower, snow blower and snow plow. We stepped in through the garage with the bags and Andrea's eyes immediately fastened on the cars. "You do own cars!" she said looking back at me as if I harbored some dark family secret. "Mama said you hated cars!" "Sssh, don't tell her. Long story, dear," I told her and led her upstairs to a combination family room and living room. "Remind me to tell you about it sometime." We were greeted by the resident mouse patrol team: Sonny an orange shade long hair tom and his mate, Goldie, a short hair calico. Andrea was immediately taken by the two felines. "My first assignment," she told me looking around the room in appreciation. "Interviews." The girl had loosened up a bit on the drive from the airport. I suppose she figured living with me wouldn't be so bad after all. "Wonderful. A dozen nieces and nephews in this family and I get Lois Lane." A lot of the things I wanted to do with the passing of my wife never materialized. The rooms were all but barren of dιcor; the house bordered at best on neo- Spartan bachelorhood. I led her to what was going to be her room. Needless to say despite the cleaning I did it was one of the rooms that was in sore need of decoration and a woman's touch. She set her carry-on bag on the bed, made a quick assessment of the room and decided she needed to do some shopping. "Your Mother is sending the rest of your things by truck," I reminded her. Andrea tilted her head to the side then said: "But that's little girl's stuff, Uncle Dave." She turned to me to say: "I'm eighteen now. I think I've outgrown some of that stuff. Eh?" Bad choice of words there; I forgot, she was eighteen and on her own now. Next I led her to the study. She was taken by the set up. She could not believe what she was seeing. "Uncle Dave... I... this is..." Andy looked back at me totally astounded. "Yours. Enjoy." "Uh, thank you..." She stood in the middle of the room looking over the set up. She turned her head to look back at me. I saw a tear trickling down her cheek. I couldn't help but allow a knowing smile. "Sure. Hungry?" She nodded her head. "The high school cafeteria served better. And that's saying a lot. Let me get a shower first." I wasn't quite sure what she wanted: "Ham and cheese on wheat bread?" "Great. Thanks," she called back as I stepped out of the room closing the door behind me. A short time later as I finished assembling the sandwiches – my way – everything on them but the kitchen sink; Andrea walked in to the kitchen with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, wearing a T-shirt and obviously no bra, her breasts showing proudly under the thin cotton material, the perfect rose pink nipples tenting the fabric, and shorts- shorts – that were cut down to near bikini size. I thought to myself: And this is what my sweet sister-in-law wants me to take care of for the next four years? Obviously lust filled my mind and my cock was standing at rigid attention as I took a quick look at her and tore my eyes away so as not to seem as though I was gaping at her. Andrea allowed the shadow of a smile as she slipped on to the stool at the breakfast counter resting her head on her hands. Her eyes half closed she watched as I finished her sandwich. I pushed the sandwich board with her sandwich and a large glass of ice tea to her: "Tired?" "Jet lag." She lifted the top slice of bread to exam the contents. Then taking a bite of the sandwich she said: "The week of August twenty-second I have to be at the registration office for my class schedule." "Not a problem," I assured her. I marked the calendar in the kitchen with the time and place. It was nearly seven when Andrea decided she had enough and went to bed early. I sat up for a couple more hours dinking around on my computer before caving in myself. However I was awake at three o'clock my normal time; I started a pot of my lead-weight coffee and checked e- mail. I was half expecting something from Gloria, but nothing. I e-mailed her that Andy made it just fine and was settling in to her new life; that was the long and short of my e-mail to her for a while after that. It was nearly five when I went outside to the garage, the stand-alone where I had a bronze and white 4x4, 1978 K5 Blazer and dark blue 4x4 1980 Scottsdale pickup, not to mention the mandatory Harley-Davidson. I took along a hot-pot full of coffee when I worked outside in the morning; in the meantime a second pot was brewing. The first pot would be empty by six. I was busy under the hood of the truck, a radio blasting in the back ground with smooth jazz as I worked. I didn't realize what time it was until I glanced up to see Andrea crossing the driveway to the garage. I stared at her for a very brief moment; long enough to take in the fact my niece was all-girl. Nice is probably the easiest way to describe her; now let your imagination go from there. The night before Andrea was a disheveled kid just getting used to the idea she was now in another time zone and tired from a full day of flying from one end of the mid-west to the other and for the first time on her own, even though she would be living with me. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that redefined short-shorts, a Billy Ray Cyrus concert T-shirt that definitely showed off her perky breasts, the nipples tenting the thin fabric, and sandals; her long tawny hair tied back with an elastic hair tie. She carried a glass of orange juice. I took all this in in a brief breath: "Whoa...!" I hissed then returned to the work. "Geezuz she looks good – the girl would look good in a burlap bag..." "Morning, Uncle Dave," she called as she stepped in to the garage. I looked back at the old clock that set on a shelf above the roll-away tool chest system: seven-thirty; I was already working on my second pot of coffee. "`Morning. I thought you'd want to sleep in." "I did but once I'm awake I can't go back to sleep." She wandered around the garage then stopped short. I was watching her for a moment waiting to see what her reaction was going to be to what I had in there. I was not to be disappointed. "A motorcycle!" she called out as if she'd just found a hidden Christmas present with her name on it with a big red bow. Straightening up I said: "Not just any motorcycle, honey, a Harley-Davidson—American built machine; built by proud Americans; my fun machine for the weekends. Want to go for a toot this weekend?" "I'd love to Uh, what's a toot?!" I'd have sworn she was standing there drooling on the leather seat. "Ride. Ever been on one?" Andrea turned to walk back to where I was working appearing saddened. "No." From that I could tell there was disappointment. "Mom?" I ventured. Andrea pulled up a stool close to me to watch. "Yeah." We talked about it some more then she asked about the school, the university. She was enrolled for the full four year degree. After a moment Andrea was bubbling about the idea of college and her future – as I used to say about the college interns that flocked to Luthron for its summer program for those seeking degrees in the computer sciences and finances – all wide eyed and bushy tailed until the first meeting when the bitching and cussing would start then they'd come out of the conference room looking shell shocked. "Oh my god, what'd I get myself into...?" As Andrea talked I would glance back at her taking in the nice form of her breasts and flair of the hips and nice slender legs. Damned, I thought to myself, the kid is good looking. Then I wondered if maybe she had a boyfriend – and wondering a myriad of other dire thoughts. Finally satisfied with what I'd been working on on the Blazer, I leaned back against the work bench. "You wanted to go shopping today, as I recall." Andrea nodded her head. "I'd like to." I checked the time again. "Let me get cleaned up first. The stores in the two biggest malls don't open until nine. We'll do the mall crawl today, alright?" Andrea grinned at my remark about the, 'mall crawl.' She said: "Sure. I only brought enough things to last me until the rest of my stuff gets here." It was nearly nine-thirty when we were ready to leave for town and a mall. Andrea was dressed in blue jeans, a T-shirt (I could tell by the outline that she had on a bra) and sandals. As we walked out through the garage she stopped to look at the GTO. I was going to take the truck as usual, but there was something in the girl's eye as she looked in the driver's window. "Want to take it for a spin?" I asked watching her. Andrea looked up at me with the look of a little girl who had just been given the best Christmas present ever. "Oh, yes...! Thank you...!" I'd just made a little girl happy. I got the keys and tossed them to her. "Go for it." Andrea went for it. We got in the car; Andrea adjusted her glasses then stuck the key in the ignition as I opened the garage door via the remote door opener. That's when she realized she was messing with a 427ci Hemi with a four barrel Spradley carburetor and Hemi four-speed on the floor with a Werner transmission and Spicer rear end. Andrea drew in a deep breath, placed her dainty size four on the clutch, turned the key in the ignition. That's when the Hemi came to life. I watched her closely. She let out the clutch with practiced ease and the car slowly rolled out of the garage. Once we were on the county road she went for it. I was suddenly praying the sheriff deputies were hanging out at the country store in the village – the local shopping center of four stores where I did most of my shopping and a gas station. "Um, who taught you to use a four-speed?" "Cousin Darin. Why?" "Just wondering." Andrea and Darin were the same age. I think they had a crush on each other at one time. We made it to the mall safely with no speeding tickets and problems and the transmission and clutch intact. I don't think I breathed the whole way there. Andrea pulled the car in to a parking space then looked over at me for my approval. I did what any guy who's proud of his girl would do: I leaned over to give her a big kiss. Andrea blushed. She said: "I did all right then?" "Perfect. At the least I think we have your transportation issue taken care of." Gloria allowed Andrea a meager allowance. I don't know how she was expecting the kid to live – other than with me. I doubt if there was any thought given to transportation other than me. I know Andrea was going to want to go out some time on weekends and holidays. She took the lead as she spotted the familiar names of different stores. She did more window shopping than actually buying that day but what she did buy I could see she had the sensible things in mind. A few times she would look to see what my reaction to certain items was. I would give a slight nod or a shake of the head. A few times she picked out something sexy just to get a rise out of me then show me the price tag. A couple times I gagged and shook my head "No. Nice but um, no." She agreed and put it back. With our arms full of bags we finally made our way to the food court area and lunch. Andrea was silent for a moment, the bags of clothes and other things heaped at our feet, she finally said: "Uncle Dave ... you said earlier that I can use the GTO for school?" "Sure," I said. "The only time I drive it is when the weather is perfect, no clouds, no smog or pollution... In other words, almost never." She frowned. "But..." "Enjoy, kid, it's worth all the thrills and chills... we'll get your state driver's license changed over next week." Andrea lowered her gaze a moment then lifted her very blue eyes to regard me a moment. Tears trickled down her face now. "Uncle Dave, thank you." I thought Andrea was going to cry. The kid had a rough life, Gloria being single Mom and always scrounging for money. It was late afternoon when we got back home. I helped Andrea carry her bags to her room leaving her with the chore of putting it all away. Later we fixed a light dinner eating out on the patio watching as the sun dipped toward the mountains. Neither of us spoke, we merely sat in silence watching the last hours of the day slip away as twilight set, the sun dipping behind the distant mountains. As the week passed we settled in to a routine; Andrea became used to my getting up early to work on various projects; I moved my laptop, the cordless and cell phones out on to the patio to work as the sun came up; I'd nearly have a full day's work in by the time she walked in to the kitchen for her morning glass of OJ and a couple breakfast bars; a couple days it was nearly eight-thirty before Andrea decided to get up. However, she also assumed the role of the "lady-in- charge" of the house. Small things changed that anyone coming in the house would know there was the tell-tale imprint of a woman in charge here. It made her happy to do some of the small chores around the house, and she added her own touch to it too. Late Saturday morning I rolled the Harley out of the garage to check it out. I fired it up and Andy was on the deck watching me. I grinned at her a moment then waved to her to come on. She was down stairs and beside me in an instant. "Want to go for a ride?" I asked her. "Yes!" Gloria wasn't there to say No. She was in shorts and flip-flops. I said: "Rules of engagement on a motorcycle with me, long pants – jeans, shirt, good shoes – not those rubber things, and helmet is optional." "Got it! Be right back." She was back in a flash ready for the ride. First stop was the country store and gas. I gave her some money to get munchies and drinks which I placed in the saddle- bags. I know the clerks and a few regulars were wondering who my girlfriend was. Little did they know she was my niece. Tongues would wag that week. We took off out of there on a quick ride and a quiet place off the main county rode to sit and enjoy the day by ourselves. I think that is where we really got to know one another and our relationship took a turn to more than just uncle and young niece. In the meantime, she had begun the habit, at least until the weather got too cool for her, and since I lived out in the "sticks and sage brush" to just wear whatever she wore to bed and a terry cloth robe out on to the patio. A couple times the robe opened revealing a thin cotton top displaying her nice small perfectly formed breasts, the shadows of the little rose pink nipples poking at the thin fabric, the little bikini panty stretched tight over her pussy, the thin shadow of the nice tawny thatch of downy hair between her legs evident through the thin cotton. Without a doubt the display gave me a nice early morning hard-on. "Geezuz she is nice looking..." Andrea sat down across the table from me looking bored. She had already been with me most of July into August and we had done little except go shopping and out for pizza, burgers, or to Texas Roadhouse for steaks and fries. We took one good ride on the Harley, that was all. I finally had to ask: "What do you want to do today?" Lifting my coffee cup to take a sip of the tepid liquid, I watched Andrea shrug. "I dunno," she replied sitting back in the lounge chair her legs held together yet her young girl's pussy still nicely displayed. For the first time in a long time I had nice fervent wet dreams of young girls, of taking their virginity and just ravishing them for my own lustful pleasure. Andrea had revived those illicit dreams and musings. Touching the alt-delete-tab keys I logged off my laptop and shoved it aside. I asked: "How about a toot? We never did really get to take it last month much beyond the village and the pizza place or streak house." I couldn't help but grin as the girl perked up. "Yes!" Andrea came alive in nothing flat. "Yeah, we did once but got too involved in other things after that." "That was you're first time as I recall?" I asked the answer was too obvious. "Yeah." "Mom as I recall?" "Yeah. Dangerous she claimed." Yeah, for a girl, I mused but said nothing. I refrained from telling her the true story behind that. The guy Gloria was running around with while she was in high school owned a motorcycle. The short end of it was: That's how Gloria lost her virginity and eventually got knocked up. End of story. A short time later Andrea walked in to the garage where I getting the Harley ready for our ride. "Okay, Uncle Dave?" she asked showing herself off to me.Dark jeans, dark long sleeved top, good walking shoes (I didn't know she owned anything but rubber soled running shoes) and her black sun glasses. She looked as if she had been poured into the outfit. Every subtle curve, line, and part of her body was perfectly outlined by the jeans and top. I looked back at her, my gaze rapidly traveling from her long tawny hair down her front stopping for a brief glimpse of the perfect form of her breasts; her nipples were hard tenting the material nicely; then to the slacks and the slender width of her waist and nice form of her subtle hips. Needless to say I had a hard-on in nothing flat. I coughed and said: "Mind if I whistle?" Andrea laughed and swatted at my shoulder. "You're my uncle – of course you can whistle." Okay, I thought. The girl doesn't seem to know what she's in for the next couple years. I whistled. Andrea blushed. I smiled. Andrea laughed again as I climbed on the bike to start it; I started the engine with a good kick on the starter then she got on. The Harley I owned was not the new type with the full-blown stereo systems, windshield aka bug shield, and a ton of other non-descript stuff that adds cost and weight to the bike; it was all pure stripped down bike – sans chrome. Andrea settled herself behind me and we were off and gone. Our first stop was the convenience store in the village for gas and snacks. I know the few people at the store were watching us and wondering what was going on. The snacks were placed in the saddle bags and we were off again. It didn't take Andrea long to become a professional back seat passenger on a motorcycle. As we rode along the highway I would glance back in the side view mirrors for a glimpse of Andrea's long tawny hair flowing back from her head in a streamer, the girl laughing as she hung on to me enjoying the ride. I stopped a few times at different places so she could enjoy the scenery or some sight. By the last stop, a wide pull off on a section of mountain road, I had my arms about Andrea. She leaned back against me, holding my hands. I lightly rested my chin on her head, that's how short she really was. We eventually made our way home. Andrea headed to her room and a good long hot shower. I went outside to the patio to collapse on the lounge chair. After a while a hand touched my shoulder. Jumping slightly at the touch I looked up to see Andrea standing beside me in just a thin robe, the patio light back lighting her, her young lithe body in full silhouette. Needless to say I had an instant hard-on. "Want something to eat, Uncle Dave?" she asked looking down at me, then sat on the edge of the lounge beside me. "Want me to fix us something?" I nodded my head and while she was fixing a light supper I went to get myself a shower. It was two days later, nearly the middle of August that Andrea's stuff finally arrived by truck. It was all packed in a plywood shipping crate. I had to feel a bit sorry for the driver; he had to maneuver the semi- trailer rig up the long gravel drive way to the house and main garage; turn the forty foot trailer around in a space big enough for me to maneuver the Suburban. Andrea was in the house when I called to her the truck had finally arrived. The driver got out with the clip board and bill of lading. I was standing in the open garage door when Andrea came bouncing down the back stairs in to the garage. I didn't see her, I didn't have to. The look on the driver's face was enough. She was wearing a pair of cut offs that redefined the definition of short-shorts and a red and white Daisy Mae top with no bra. In the past month she had become daring in what she wore around the house considering we lived out in the middle of nowhere. The crate was unloaded and set in the garage. I signed for the crate, and he was gone. I looked the crate over then took out my favorite pry bar to pull the lid off the crate. According to the bill of lading there were twelve individual boxes packed inside. We took each one out cutting the tops open to inspect the contents. The first box I pulled out felt like it weighed sixty pounds. "What did you do, collect rocks?" I asked setting the box aside. "My book collection," said Andrea with a bit of annoyance. I refrained from any more witty comments. Everything she had as a kid until high school had been packed and shipped to her. We carried the first two up to her room. She emptied out each box, everything from clothes to stuffed toys were in the boxes. As she emptied them I gathered the empty boxes to take them down to the garage. At one point Andrea was sitting on the bed staring at the last of the boxes to be unpacked. She had most of her personal things put away. The two cats had moved in to Andrea's room after she moved in with me taking up residence there. She was petting them staring at the boxes. The cats seemed to sense her depression and hugged up to her. I asked quietly: "Need help?" Andrea lifted her eyes to look at me then lowered them again. "Thanks. No, it's just ...well, I don't know; Mom sent me everything ..." I looked over the room and where she placed certain things. Something told me this was how her room at home looked. I said: "In other words, she emptied out your room and shipped it all to you here..." Andrea merely nodded her head in reply. Something else told me this was not how it was supposed to be. I could not say anything. There was no appropriate reply for this situation. I backed out of the room softly closing the door. A few minutes later I could hear a little girl crying; Andrea wept. It was close to five when Andrea entered the kitchen. I was preparing one of my all time stews in a pot which was going to be supper. I asked: "Hungry?" Andrea sat heavily on a counter stool her glasses propped on top of her head. I could see her eyes were red from crying. The cats were Andrea's constant companions; they jumped on to the counter lying down near her. She nodded her head petting one of the cats. "Yeah, thanks." "Stew?" Again she nodded her head. She seemed depressed by this overt sign of rejection by her mother. I couldn't help but wonder what was on Gloria's mind by doing that. It bothered me almost as much as it did Andrea. She was more a daughter to me now than a niece. As I set a bowl of stew, a hard roll and ice tea in front of her I leaned across the counter to kiss her on the forehead. Andrea lifted her tear stained eyes to regard me. "Thanks – Uncle Dave." Our eyes held each other for a moment then she dropped her gaze back to the bowl of stew. She was silent as we ate, the cats lying close to her the whole time. However, it had the other effect that Andrea drew closer to me, almost as a lover in many ways, which I didn't mind but as she was my niece it made things a bit uncomfortable at times. I was doing my best to keep our relationship plutonic but that was becoming a losing affair. Friday rolled around and it seemed Andrea was over her depression, or so it seemed. I was finishing up some yard work when Andrea found me in the second garage gassing up the big John Deere tractor and mower. She was dressed in designer jeans, blue cotton T-shirt and sandals, her long tawny hair hung loose. My mind suddenly went in to overdrive: what color were the panties and bra? She stood back watching me a minute playing with the rim of her glasses then her hair then asked: "Uncle Dave, I was thinking..." I always hated it when a woman starts out: 'I was thinking...' the guy is usually in trouble by the second part of her remark. "There's nothing going on right now and... well, I was going to go to the mall. Alright?" "Um, sure. You need me to...?" Andy shook her head, her long tawny hair swishing back and forth. Retail therapy. She left in the GTO that was now her car. I watched her leave then went back to work. It was late afternoon when she finally returned. I was sitting in the kitchen trying to figure out what we could have for supper that would be different. I could hear the car being backed in to the garage. A few minutes later she bounded up the stairs with her arms loaded with several bags and packages and a couple with an elite women's lingerie store logo. The cats were sitting on the counter pawing at the cook book I was looking through for meal time ideas. "Yeah, guys, I'd say Andy is over her depression. Shopping's great therapy for a woman." The pair jumped down from the counter to follow their new mistress to her room. I found what I was looking for; book marked the page and went outside. A short time later Andy stepped outside with a new robe on the cats following. I was standing beside the garage and could not help watching – staring would be more like what I was doing. She laid out a blanket she was carrying. Shrugged the robe off letting it slide to the ground. I darn near lost my breakfast – and lunch – the girl was wearing little less than a string bikini: Three petit triangles of cloth and string. It was a moment before I realized the bikini was a light shade of blue. The wind was knocked out of me now. I had an instant hard on that literally ached it was so hard. "Damned that is one fine looking girl..." She knelt on the blanket then reached behind herself to unfasten the bra. She held the bra in place as she lay face down. She turned her head in my direction: she had a smile that she was enjoying what she was doing – tormenting the hell out of me. I had the feeling that she was watching me watching her. I was right. She wagged a finger at me and I crossed the driveway to the back lawn. She was lying on her stomach watching me walk over to her like an obedient servant. With a sexy bed room voice she said: "Uncle Dave, would you be a dear and rub some sun block on my back?" This is all it took; Andy had me on the ropes now. I knelt beside her, my hands shaking as if from a palsy as I took the bottle to squeeze some in to my hand. I thought: God am I going to be allowed, a mere mortal, to touch a goddess? Dumb thought but it was on my mind now. I worked the lotion in to her satin smooth skin at the same time before I realized it I was giving her a full body massage. She began emanating soft moans and sighs as I rubbed her down. I got her to lie on her back; she hung on to the bra as she rolled on to her back. My gaze traveled from her sensuous smile to her nice small full firm breasts, the nipples tenting the material, her stomach and abs, to the nice tender V between her legs – and the small darker color showing that her girlhood juices were seeping she was aroused and excited by the full body rub. I finally leaned down to kiss her. Andy looked up at me with a sense of surprise that turned in to a knowing smile. "You like it?" she asked in a soft voice. I dumbly nodded my head in answer. That night I had the most wondrous wet dream about her. Nothing else could compare. This was the beginning, after this we began using endearments and occasionally touched each other on the arms or back but nothing physical beyond that, she enjoyed the fact that we shared these moments. This is what she wanted. As I mentioned, Andy took charge of the house early on giving it those special touches that otherwise were lacking. She knew I pretty much had mentally shutdown after Pat's death, nothing mattered; Andy now filled that void within a matter of a few weeks the house showed a definite change. Yeah, guys there was a woman in the house and it had become her private domain. Before we realized it, it was the twenty-second of August, a Thursday. From the house to the college was a bit of a drive. I drove her to the school having her write down the directions as we drove, I took the simplest route possible. I suffered through the orientation with her, the schedules, and other mundane things college students have to endure, which is why I opted for the adult education route when I retired from the Army. Since Andrea was registered as an out-of-state student living with family – i.e. me, we didn't have to endure the dormitory orientation, which by that time it was three in the afternoon and she would be starting classes the next week. II. Fortunately Andrea was responsible enough that even though I was a habitual early riser she got herself up and gone to school, considering how far she had to drive. The first semester was drawing to a close. Thanksgiving she invited a couple of her school friends to have Thanksgiving with us. They were students who lived either on the east coast or somewhere else that would prove too far and expensive for them to travel home for the weekend. Andrea took charge of the preparations. Her friends arrived about eleven o'clock that morning. When the two girls arrived and introductions made I took it as my cue to vacate the kitchen for the den until dinner time. The two girls were absolute dolls. One was dark haired, dark eyes, wore gold rimmed glasses, medium height, and gorgeous body to match all else. The other, she was the shy one; long auburn hair, green eyes, nice full firm breasts, tall freckled – both all girl. I think the girls got a charge out of the relationship Andrea and I shared. We ate close to two o'clock then spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening in the living room talking. Andrea sat close to me on the sofa, I suppose it sent a signal: He's mine. Andrea plied me with questions about my time in the service and around the world. The girls enthralled with the stories of places I'd been that most world trotting tourists would give a month's wages just to see. We avoided Black Friday. The malls and other shops would be packed to overflowing. We decided to slum at home that weekend. Then Christmas; I thought for sure Andrea would have made reservations by then to fly home at least a few days to see her mother. Saturday morning following Thanksgiving Andy sat at the lunch counter with a couple of her books attempting to read or study as I fixed us breakfast but I could see that her mind just wasn't on it. I looked back at her for a moment then asked: "Want to talk about it, honey?" Andy shook her head. I shrugged. It wasn't the first time she had folded in to herself. The thing that amazed me: Andy was doing great in her school work and made dean's list twice already but there was no response from Gloria. It was the second weekend after Thanksgiving and Andy was standing in the middle of the living room. I walked back to the kitchen from my study to refill the air-pot with more coffee when she stopped me. She asked: "Where are you going to put the Christmas tree, Uncle Dave?" I stopped looked around a moment then asked stupid question number two: "Tree? What tree?" As I said: "Stupid question." The problem was: I was serious, she was serious; dangerous situation here. Andy leveled her now familiar look of: Oh give me a break! over the top of her glasses at me. At this point I was hooked. Good thing we had a long weekend. I found all the old Christmas decorations which included the lights for the windows and so forth. When she found the door wreaths she hung one on the front door and the others, she braved the cold and snow to hang the others on the drive way access posts and lamps. Later I sucked up my ego and we used the pickup truck to drive through the snow out to the back of the property to find a suitable tree. We walked around through the snow looking at pines of various sizes, shapes, height and greenery. As we walked hand in hand the tone-poem of Ottorino Respighi, The Pines of Rome came to mind. After about twenty minutes of walking through knee deep snow we finally found one both of us were satisfied with. I cut it down with the chain saw and hauled it back to the truck. By supper time we had the tree trimmed and setup near the patio doors. As we were unpacking the ornaments the cats discovered the tree. Andrea laughed until she was chocking as I tried to get the two feisty felines out of the tree. We had the house nearly decorated by the time we sat down to eat in front of the fire place with a crackling log fire. One thing I could say, she was now happy – happy in her own way and happy that she had someone to spend Christmas with. I leaned over to give her a long passionate kiss which she returned with a passion of her own. That moment marked the next phase of our relationship. We parted long enough for air and Andrea to say: "Thank you, darling." III. The following weekend we did the "mall crawl" with the thousands of other Christmas shoppers who were expected to make Christmas bright and happy for the store owners. We had cell phones so we could plan a rendezvous point with all our "loot." I wasn't sure what to get Andy for Christmas – I knew what I'd have liked to get her and I'd have probably overdrawn my credit cards and bank accounts in every women's store in town. I sneaked a peek at a dress size, skirt, blouse and other things during the week while she was at school. Got a few gift cards from other stores – spent a small fortune – but then who else did I have to spoil? It was obvious Andy was enjoying herself now, the closer the days advanced toward Christmas weekend. This was going to be an especially long weekend since Christmas fell on a Thursday; skip Friday, don't expect to find anyone at work until Monday. However, Andy being a college student had it good – the first Monday after New Year's she would be starting her second semester. The little bit of mail Andy was now receiving I laid on a table near the hall way. It was late in the week just before when a Christmas card arrived for Andy. I checked the cancelation stamp and return address: Gloria. "Well, damned, she did remember her daughter. Now I know it'll snow this weekend..." That weekend I decided a good preventive measure was to teach Andy self-recovery methods with the cars and trucks. Girl's a fast learner. I wasn't going to have my niece being no damsel in distress on the road. Because of the road conditions, especially where we live I had her drive the "Beast Junior", the K5 Blazer to school most of December just to be safe. Starting the Sunday before Christmas the presents started appearing under the tree. We'd sneak them out to the living room place the gift under the tree among the others and duck back to the kitchen or basement. Before Wednesday there was a small hill lock of presents under the tree. The following week it would be time for the students to take a break. That week we got hit with the snow storm from hell – and hell is supposed to be super-hot? Who says? Andy was late getting home. I was nervous to say the least. I finally called her on her cell just to make sure she was alright. I finally got her on the third ring. When she answered all I could make out with the wind blasting in the cell phone was: "...I'm all right, Uncle Dave. I'm still at school ...pulling a couple friends of mine outta the snow banks..." Then I heard her giving somebody instructions on how to hook up the tow-chains on their vehicle. "No, no... here let me show you." There was a rattling of chains and some cursing. "Well I thought that was how it was hooked on..." A frustrated male voice. "Combat cross draw..." Andrea's voice insisted. "What the hell is a combat cross draw?" The frustrated male voice. My girl. God I was so proud of her. "Here hold my phone, Uncle Dave's on the phone..." A short pause then: "Um, hi Uncle Dave..." came the same male voice. "Um, hi." Andy was playing recovery service for her class mates with the Blazer. When she finally did arrive home an hour and a half later, I was waiting for her in the garage. The cats were sitting on the work bench wondering what was going on. The door opened with a blast of frigid wind and snow blew in to the open garage. She backed the truck in to the garage where the GTO sat, the GTO was now across the yard in the other garage. The door rolled shut Andy climbed out of the snow covered truck. I went up to kiss her, I got a big hug and passionate kiss then she waved over one hundred and fifty dollars under my nose. "Ta, da!" My girl. God, I was in love with her... The last classes of the semester were over for Andy; together we literally sweated out her first exams. Christmas Eve afternoon Andy arrived home from school just moments ahead of another snow storm. I decided to make Christmas Eve evening a special formal affair. Gritting my teeth I turned on the in house audio system to Christmas music just before she got home so it would set the mood for the evening. She stopped at the top of the stairs to pet the cats whom were waiting for her return; then she took a deep breath. "Pork roast?" she asked with a smile. "Oooh, yes..." I was thinking about the traditional Christmas goose but the price set me back on my heels: so it was pork roast. We both agreed that turkey was out; that was more a Thanksgiving tradition. "Yup," I said opening the oven enough to show her the roast. The heady aroma of the spices surprised her. "Oh I can't wait..." Andy took a look at me seeing me in white shirt, dark tie, dark slacks and my best western boots. She smiled again and said:"Formal?" "A special evening for just us and no place to go for a few days. Besides, I ain't goin' anywhere that's important in that mess out there." I hooked a thumb toward the patio windows and the snow piled up on the patio deck. A half hour later, almost to the minute that everything was ready Andy came in to the dining room sans her glasses which was rare. The dining room was all set up and ready for us to include a bottle of white wine on ice to go with the pork roast. I had candles set on the table and the lights turned low for the romantic and seasonal setting. Andy was dressed in a dark green nylon and satin dress with sheer nylon sleeves and low cut front that nicely showed off her nice small full firm breasts; black hose and strappy high heels and black faux pearl necklace. Her long tawny hair was done up in a loose pony tail that hung over her right shoulder. I darn near dropped the bowl of salad. Andy was enjoying herself now. She executed a 360 twirl the dress flaring out nearly to her hips showing off what she had on underneath: shear black panty. I was just as cooked mentally as the roast when she did that. "Like?" She asked stopping to face me. It was obvious she could see that my reaction was my answer. However I nearly chocked: "Yes." I quickly set the salad down to seat her. As she sat down I was able to peer down the front of the dress to see she was wearing a small black lace bra. My cock was stiff as a two by four now. I thought: God she is so fine looking... damn. We started with salad and then to a light appetizer and finally the pork and side dishes. We small talked about school; a few of her new friends, I briefly told her about a couple new projects I was working on that she had become interested in. By the dessert, cherry jubilee fondue the, until now unmentionable subject came up – the maturing intimacy of our relationship. Andy sat with her head down for a minute. Then she asked in a soft tone: "Uncle Dave – is it wrong for me to love you this way? I mean even before I moved here – I–I... have had a crush on you – and, and love you." She managed to choke out that she had fallen in love with me – as much as I had fallen in love with her, but neither of us wanting to say anything or be the first to admit to our love for fear of ruining a good thing. Lifting her eyes to meet mine for a second gauging my reaction, she lowered her gaze back to her plate waiting for my answer. I was quite frank in my answer: "No, honey it's not wrong. There's nothing wrong with how we feel about each other." I reached across the table to take her hand in mine. "I suppose we've just been too afraid to admit our love for each; afraid we'd mess up a good thing. And to be quite frank it's nobody's business that we love each other as we do. You're eighteen going on nineteen and you can decide what is right and wrong for yourself. In my opinion our relationship has gone beyond the plutonic stage." I knew that is what she wanted to hear. Andy lifted her eyes to meet mine allowing a soft child- like smile. I lifted my wine glass: "To us and to us forever." We finished up and put the dishes and silverware in the dishwasher. Andy turned pushing me back against the counter then gave me a kiss sliding her tongue in to my mouth that gave me an even harder hard-on than I already had. In a soft sensuous whisper she said: "Be back..." I watched her walk out of the kitchen with the now familiar sway of her hips and luscious butt. I am not really much of a "butt" guy; I am more in to the girl or woman's breasts, especially those like Andy's: nice small full firm mounds that give a girl or woman an appearance of innocence and purity. Most guys would say: Riii – gght! Sorry, I disagree. I went in to the living room to wait for Andrea to return. I am not exactly a living room mushroom. Television has never been at the top of my list for cheap entertainment. That's another grip along with the news media; I turned the end table lamps on low, just enough light to see by, the Christmas tree lights provided the rest of the light. I then decided to sit on the sofa knowing Andy would want to sit beside me. The cats settled in to a chair together to sleep. A short time later Andrea was standing in the entrance to the hallway back lighted by the hall light. Andy was wearing a sheer dark colored baby doll and a matching floor length sheer nylon peignoir that was open, the light from the hallway back lighted her exquisite young figure. Crossing the room to the sofa in slow easy strides, the long gown swishing as she walked, Andrea reached the sofa sitting to my right tucking her left leg up under her. My eyes traveled down her front pausing at her nice small beautiful breasts, the rose pink nipples erect and hard. My gaze continued down to the narrow width of her waist and the flair of her delightful hips and finally the sensuously tender V between her legs the downy thatch of dark hair and her pussy that I could make out in the subdued light of the room. "Our first Christmas," I said remarking on the obvious as I slipped an arm about her drawing her close to kiss her. She parted her lips allowing me to slide my tongue to touch and caress the inside of her mouth. Andrea drew back for just a moment and said in a near whisper: "I want this to be a special time for us, Dave." "Always," I replied drawing her back to me. We kissed long and passionately until Andrea pulled away. She said softly: "I have something for you." We took our time exchanging each gift, savoring the moment with the mandatory pictures; thank god for digital cameras. Some of the shots would have landed me in court for pornography. During our exchanging gifts we ended up on the floor like a couple kids. There were squeals of delight, Ooo's and Aaaah's and a lot of kisses exchanged. Andrea blushed a pretty scarlet as she opened the ones I had gotten from the same elite women's lingerie shop at the mall. We sat there for a moment gazing at the fire then on impulse we leaned toward each other to kiss once more but this time it lasted longer and was more passion filled. As we kissed, our tongues playing tag then I slid mine in to her mouth drawing it back across the roof of her mouth sending a thrill and shiver through her. Andrea lightly moaned as I did this she wrapping her arms about my neck. Andrea finally lay back on the floor drawing me down on to her, she was like a Christmas present, the best saved for last. H er long tawny hair spread out about her head like a fan; the feel of the silk baby doll and gown almost made me lose my load of male-cream. Our passion became more intimate as I slid a hand up her side to cup and gently fondle the full firm form of her breast. Andrea clung tightly to me as I felt her up, her soft moans of delight and ecstasy filled the room. The satin smoothness of her skin, the shape of her hips and legs gave me the feeling I was starting all over again in life with a girlfriend and seducing her for the first time. Almost for the moment de ja vu of my first time when I seduced Pat. It was nearly a setting like this but in an apartment when I laid her on the floor like this and took her virginity. Sliding my hand along Andrea's side I kissed her neck and face gently, fondling the small full firm form of her breast through the nylon; the nipples were hard and erect with her arousal. I lightly caressed the small rose bud pink nipple swelled with her arousal as I pulled the top aside from her breast to kiss and suck on the small firm mound bringing another soft moan from her. "Be gentle, Dave," she pleaded as I drew the little nipple in to my mouth, "Ooooo... yes. It's all right, darling, I–I'm... on the pill..." That bit of revelation made me stop for a moment to realize what she was saying. It was a moment before I kissed her even more as I slid my hand down her front to her waist and hips. I wanted to feel and taste that tender place between her legs, to know it was mine tonight. I moved back up the length of her body to her breasts. "God, so beautiful," I softly told her. "Beautiful..." My cock ached now it was so hard. Andrea looked up at me as I lifted my mouth from her breasts, peering in to her dark eyes that showed her fear and wonder at letting me have my way with her that night. She said her voice tinged with the fears of her first time: "I–I've never gone this far before..." In our talks I had the idea that Andrea was still virgin, even though she had a couple boy friends back home, she didn't let them go beyond the occasional feel and fondling; she wanted to stay virgin until she was sure of the boy – or man who'd be her "first." I quietly shushed her and said: "Relax sweet heart. Relax and you'll enjoy it more..." Andrea shivered as I drew my hand back up to her breasts gathering the silken material with it then slid my hand down her side to her slender waist and the dangerous flair of her hips to the milky satin smoothness of her thighs. I continued kissing her down her chest gathering the sheer nightie up to kiss her body. I kissed her down her left side and thighs then back up the other to her hips and the tender area between her legs. I slowly drew my hand up between her legs and across her throbbing wet pussy: Andrea gasped then moaned as I began to gently but firmly caressing her pussy and swollen clit. I stroked the firm moistness of her young pussy pressing the silk panty in to her virginity rubbing my fingers up to her pulsing virgin clit and then pressing the silk panty in to the wetness of her pussy until she finally cam with a cry of delight the creamy feminine juices wetting my fingers. As I nuzzled her breasts and neck I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panty pushing it down to the moistness of the downy soft thatch of hair between her legs to molest the sensitive little clit. Andrea rolled her head back and forth with her heavy breathing and moans of pleasure and delight. All I could think of at this moment in my dark haze of lust and desire was what it was going to feel like taking the girl's virginity and fucking her. I slipped my hand under the waist band of the panty to the downy soft thatch of hair between her legs and to the stiff little nub of her clit. I touched it sliding my finger over it, Andy gasped and moved as I began to caress the tender little bit of flesh that made a woman – or girl want to have an instant orgasm: Andy moaned with the pleasure I was giving her now as I gently fingered her clit, then slid my finger in to her pulsing young pussy probing her for the time. Andrea moaned and shivered as she was on the verge of her second orgasm. She wrapped her arms about my neck drawing her legs up squeezing my hand between her them. "Ahhhh, Dave I've never felt like this before..." "My Little Miss Nice and Tight," I murmured as I slid my finger in and out of her in even strokes molesting her pulsing clit with my thumb. "You like what I am doing to you?" "Oooo Dave ...darling. Yes, yes..." As I sucked on her breasts and the tender little nipples she bucked her hips then cried as she finally came, her juices flowing on to my fingers again. I lifted myself up and made her spread her legs then pulled her panty down. I decided it was time to show her what a night of unbridled sex was like. Pat and I had more than our share of nights like this. When we were younger, in our early twenties we'd spend half of Friday night or nearly a whole Saturday just fucking the hell out of each other. I pulled the little wisp of silk off tossing it aside and made her spread her legs again. I know she must have thought I was about to pop her cherry and fuck the hell out of her. Except much to her surprise I went down between her legs. God, I nearly forgot, and how can you forget something as beautiful and sensuous as a young girl's pussy, especially virgin pussy? Andrea flinched as I touched her pussy lips with my tongue drawing it up the length of the nice and tight slit to her swollen young clit. She cried as I molested her clit with my tongue. She bucked her hips in rhythm to the slow methodical laps of my tongue; she grasped my head holding me not letting me away from her pussy throbbing with her ecstasy. As would be expected I increased the tempo of the strokes with my tongue until she cried again with a third more heated orgasm. "Oh, god, Dave... Dave... yes, I've never done this..." My groin and hard cock ached so bad I was nearly groaning with the pain of holding back. I boosted myself up quickly loosening my slacks and pushing them and the briefs down as I moved up between her legs until the head of my cock was touching her throbbing young pussy. I moved my hips to positioning my cock to penetrate her. "Be... be gentle Uncle Dave... please... I'm virgin tight..." Thrusting forward I pushed my cock in to her; Andrea gasped and moaned with the feeling of being penetrated for the first time. I pushed in deeper; Andrea moaned with the feeling of being filled now by a male cock. I didn't say anything, I didn't ask her how it felt or anything, I shoved again stopping at the resistance of her maidenhood. I couldn't help but smile to myself that this confirmed her virginity. Andrea cried out as my cock touched her virgin cherry maidenhood. I suddenly had a sense of de ja vu as I pushed against her virgin cherry, that gossamer thin membrane that had kept her virgin until that moment. Another time, long ago in my youth when I was in high school, a young girl who said she had a crush on me gave herself to me on a summer afternoon in the back woods behind her house. Tamara was her name – Tamara Wilson. We fucked several more times that summer – damned what a summer that was for a kid of sixteen. After that she was hardly the last either. Pulling back just enough I thrust forward in to Andrea making her cry out as I broke her maidenhood forcing my cock deep in to her pussy. God it felt good. Good could hardly even describe how it felt penetrating a young girl's virgin pussy and taking her like this. I looked down at her face her eyes were closed as she endured the fate of all young girls when they lose their virginity, the pain when their lover breeches their maidenhood claiming her as his own. I did my best to take her slowly as I began to thrust in and out of her, fucking her making it last. I thrust in and out of Andrea's young throbbing pussy, she pulled her legs up making me go in further; she moaned with the erotic sensation of her first time. Her head lolled back and forth as she thrust her hips in rhythm with me: She was in pure ecstasy as I thrust in and out of her pussy – she would not be able to claim she was still virgin the next morning, but I doubt now that bothered her. I had not made a half dozen thrusts in to her before she came in multiple orgasms; she cried out with the first as it racked her body and then she came again, crying just as loud as I felt the warm surge of her girlhood juices being forced out past my hard thick cock. Finally a sharp pain lanced through my balls, I thrust in deeper bringing another cry from Andrea, then a searing wave of heat surged from my cock, I shot rope after rope of my creamy male juices in to the girl. My stream of cum seemed to last for several minutes filling the girl's pussy. We collapsed together exhausted from our first love making. After a moment we got our breath back I boosted myself to a kneeling position pulling my briefs and pants back up I picked Andrea from the floor and carried her to the master bedroom and the shower. Despite her being out of breath and sore, she giggled with delight as I set her down and started the water. We showered and dried, I massaged her down and she massaged me down and before we knew it, I had her on her back again, legs spread and I took her a second time that night. It was spring break, the week before Easter when Gloria showed up at the end of the driveway. No call, no "hi I'll be down your way next week" just, "Hi, guess who...?" Andrea and I damn near had strokes. Since Christmas Andrea and I had become serious lovers. Andrea literally moved in to my room and bed on Christmas Day. But, Gloria had some guy with her. It turned out it was her new lover. Andrea had only met him a couple times: "Vince something... a distant cousin – I think." Andrea told me as the two got out of a brand new Ford F-150. "Supposedly a cousin by marriage." Later that evening Gloria and I went to the study to talk; she finally let me in on a few facts: "I suppose you're a bit upset by all this. That's why I decided to come down here to see you two in person: I was aware the past couple years before Pat's passing that Andy had a crush on you." Gloria related. "Always her favorite uncle and the only one in the family to spoil her like you did with gifts from around the world..." "I figured that out a few days after she got here," I told her. "Once she had settled in she pretty much took over on most of the household duties." "Well, that's why she wanted so bad and worked so hard to be accepted to the university here. And when Pat passed, that's when she knew she could live with you." To say the least, I was relieved to hear that there was some prior planning to all this, and Gloria was not too upset that Andy and I had become lovers. "Keep it in the family," she told me as she and her own lover, a cousin left the next day. "She'll take good care of you, Dave. She loves you." And that was the last I saw of Gloria, and Andy never heard from her Mother again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71