{ASST} Traveling {Mr_Ed} (Mg, exhib, 1st, cons)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Traveling

by:  Mr. Ed

Brian was at the airport, and had just seen a friend 
off as she went to try her fortune living abroad.  He 
hoped she had understood enough of what she was 
getting into to be able to beat the odds that were 
certainly not in her favour.  At least she was trying.

The air conditioner was working in the terminal 
building, so Brian was walking back to his car using 
the inside of the terminal to get as close as he could 
before going out into the oppressive heat.  Stopping 
at a commercial outlet, he purchased a drink to quench 
his thirst, when he first noticed the young girl in 
apparent distress.  He felt bad for her, whatever her 
problem was, but did not feel like he should 
interfere.  Going over to the side, he was enjoying 
his drink while he continued to watch the girl.

She must have been nine years old, or maybe ten, 
cleanly dressed, neatly groomed and pulling a suitcase 
on wheels with one of those protruding handles.  Her 
state of mind, however was not quite so neat, for she 
looked to be near a state of panic, unlike he had seen 
for as long as he could remember.  Finally, Brian's 
better nature won out, and he went over to her.

"Good afternoon, miss!" he said.  "You seem to be 
having some difficulty, and I was wondering if I could 
be of any help?"

"My aunt and uncle were supposed to meet me here, but 
I can't find them anywhere," she said.

"I take it you just arrived on the island on a flight 
in, and I bet they are searching for you right now.  
How long have you been waiting?"

"Hours!" she exclaimed.  "I came in on the plane about 
ten o'clock, and it is after one now."

"Waiting three hours for a girl so young must be 
frightening.  All right, dear, I will ask you for some 
information, and then see how I can help you.  Would 
that be alright?"

"Thanks, mister," she said.  "I'm really scared!"

"I can't say I blame you for that, dear," he told her.  
"If you have been here that long, did you have any 
lunch?"  She shook her head in a no reply.  "Okay, 
then I'm going to offer you a deal.  If you tell me 
your name, then I will buy you lunch.  Would that be a 
fair deal?"

"I'm Karen," she said.  "Karen Grey.  I'm from 
Chicago, and I really am a little hungry."

"Well now I owe you a lunch, since you paid the price.  
The best place here is that one over there, and there 
are places we can sit down.  I think that is a lot 
nicer than standing out here."  As Brian turned to 
walk towards the restaurant, he found Karen slipping 
her little hand into his, and walking by his side.  
After a few steps, Brian paused, took her suitcase for 
him to pull along with his other hand, and then took 
her hand back into his.  In the restaurant, they found 
an empty table over at one side, sat down, and were 
immediately approached by a waiter.  Their order was 
entered, and he left to fill the order.

"Now, Karen, do you have a phone number for your aunt 
and uncle?" he asked.

"They don't have a phone," she told him.

"Do you know their names?" he asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Findlay," she replied.  "Aunt Melissa 
and Uncle Delano," she added.

"Okay, then we will eat, and then go and have them 
paged.  What airline did you travel on, Karen?" he 
asked.

"American Airlines," she said.  "Flight 234, from 
Chicago."

"Good.  Now we can try and get some help from the 
airline, too!  Now what about your parents, are they 
at home in Chicago, where we could call them?"

"No, sir," she replied.  "They were taking a flight to 
a different place on a holiday.  They wanted to be 
alone, so they were sending me here to be with my Aunt 
and Uncle for two weeks."

The arrival of their food interrupted the conversation 
for the moment, and they both began to eat, Karen 
showing signs of being more than a little hungry.  
Regardless, she was eating now, so he stopped 
worrying.  She had asked to have a coke, but Brian had 
insisted that milk was better for her, and had ordered 
a glass of milk for her.  She was drinking it without 
complaint.

While they ate, Brian asked Karen if she knew where 
her Aunt and Uncle lived.  The only answer she could 
give was in Jamaica.  She had no further information.  
Brian asked to see her plane ticket, and any other 
papers she had.  Karen showed them to him, including 
her passport, and Brian examined them for any clues as 
to her relatives or her family that might have helped 
with the problem.  The only benefit he got was her 
return flight date and time, and that she was on an 
excursion that would not change the return to an 
earlier date.

Following the meal, they went to the airline counter, 
and Brian explained the problem.  They were willing to 
page the Aunt and Uncle, but could offer little more 
in the way of suggestions.  No response came from the 
paging, even after a half hour wait, and several 
repeats of the page.  Brian was running out of 
options, and so took Karen aside to where there were 
some seats.

"There seems to be only one more thing I could do to 
help you, Karen," he told her.  "I think the only 
thing would be to talk to the police."

"Could I go home with you instead?" asked Karen.

"Oh, darling," he responded.  "That would be so nice, 
but not a very good choice.  Little girls don't go 
home with strange men that they've known only a short 
time.  I think you would be better off letting the 
police try to find your aunt and uncle, and they could 
find a place for you to stay until then."

"I don't know the police, but you are a nice man!" she 
said.  "I'd much rather stay with you, and I promise I 
wouldn't be any trouble!"

"You would be no trouble at all, Karen, but I am 
living alone right now, and wouldn't even have a lady 
friend to care for you."  Even as he spoke, Karen was 
trying to hold back her tears, but they finally broke 
through as she sat there shaking and crying.  Brian 
took her up into his arms, and held her while the 
tears abated.

Finally, Karen quieted down, and said, "I'm sorry, 
sir.  I didn't mean to do that.  Please let me go home 
with you.  I really won't be any trouble to you sir!"

"You don't even know my name, and you want to go home 
with me," he said.  "My name is Brian, darling...Brian 
Burns.  Alright, I will take you home with me, but we 
will try and work from there to find your Aunt and 
Uncle.  If we can't, then we may still have to call 
the police, and have them try."

"Thanks Mr. Burns," she said.  "I think you are the 
greatest!"  With her little hand in his, they left the 
airport, located his car, and once it had aired out 
from the built up heat, got in and he drove to his 
home.

From his home, Brian tried looking up the names on the 
voters list for the last election.  He had been an 
active participant in the political system back then, 
and had the entire list on a compact disc which he 
could use in his computer for a search.  The names 
were not located anywhere on the list, even with all 
the possible permutations he could think of.  Finally 
he gave up the search and headed for the kitchen to 
get some supper for his guest and himself.

Karen was sent off into the bathroom to wash up before 
supper, and he continued the preparations, taking 
advantage of having left over Chinese food from when 
his girlfriend had her final meal on the island.  By 
the time Karen returned, the table was almost 
completely set, and the food was in the microwave 
oven, being warmed.  Handing her the final items 
needed on the table, he sent her to put them out, 
while he took the hot dishes from the oven, and dished 
them out.  Placing them on the table, they sat down 
and enjoyed a meal with each other for company.  Even 
as leftovers, the food was good.

While eating, Brian had engaged Karen in light 
conversation, often saying things in a way that made 
her smile.  She was willing to open up a little more 
now, and feel a lot more comfortable with her host.  
Finally, she offered the comment, "I think I'd rather 
spend the two weeks with you, Uncle Brian, than with 
my Aunt and Uncle.  I couldn't pay you, but it would 
only be the two weeks until I could fly back and meet 
my Mom and Dad.  They could pay you to keep me for the 
two weeks, I think."

"I'm not looking for money, darling," he told her.  
"Actually, I am beginning to like the idea of having 
you stay here for the two weeks.  It would be nice for 
me to have your company.  The only problem is that 
little girls don't stay with grown men.  I could get 
into a lot of trouble, and even go to jail!"

"Well, I don't see how," she stated.  "It seems no one 
is looking for me, and I certainly wouldn't report you 
doing anything wrong, so if you got me back on the 
plane home, you wouldn't have any problems."

"Alright, Karen," he said.  "You can stay overnight, 
but I am going to try and find some way to find your 
Aunt and Uncle tomorrow.  There is a spare bedroom, 
and you can sleep in there tonight."

"Thank you, Uncle Brian," she said as she ran over to 
throw her arms around his neck.  "You are the best, 
and I'm so glad you saw me at the airport.  I'm not 
scared any more!" she declared.  She then started 
kissing him all over his face, taking in both of his 
cheeks and forehead, until finally she placed one on 
his lips.

"Kissing like that is not appropriate, Karen," he told 
her.  Now I want you to go back to the bathroom, and 
bathe.  You will find soap beside the bathtub, and the 
towels hanging nearest the tub are for guests, so you 
can use one of them.  A cloth is there with the towel.  
Okay?"

"Sure, Uncle Brian," she replied.  "Thanks, and I 
think I love you!"  With that, she turned and headed 
to the bathroom to do as she had been told.

Some twenty minutes later, Brian was sitting in the 
living room watching a little television when he heard 
Karen from behind him.  "Could you tell me which room 
I am supposed to be in?" she asked.

Brian stood up to go and show her, and came to an 
abrupt halt, for she was standing at the door, 
completely naked.  His eyes quickly took in the two 
small bumps of breasts she was growing, and the 
hairless crotch down below, as well as the width of 
the space between her legs.  "Why are you naked, 
Karen?" he asked.

"I didn't know which room or where my suitcase was to 
get out my nightgown," she explained.  "Are you angry 
with me?"

"No darling," he told her.  "It is just so 
inappropriate to see a girl your age, walking around 
naked.  Aren't you afraid of what a man might do to 
you?"

"Some men, but not you, Uncle Brian," she replied.  "I 
trust you!"  Brian got her suitcase, and took it to 
the spare bedroom where he planned for her to sleep 
that night.

"There you go, darling," he said.  "Get something on, 
and then come and we can watch a little television 
before bed, and maybe talk a little more."

"Would you stay with me while I get dressed, Uncle 
Brian?" she asked.  "I don't mind if you see me, and I 
like you being with me."

"You are certainly nice enough to look at, Karen," he 
said, "but it just isn't appropriate for me to see you 
naked.  That is the kind of thing that makes it unsafe 
to have little girls in the care of grown men.  Now 
you find your nightgown, put it on, and then come back 
to the living room.  I'll see you there."  

He left her alone to do as he had instructed, and took 
the opportunity to fix the erection in his pants so it 
was not quite so obvious, hoping she had not noticed.  
She did look sweet!

Brian sat in his favourite easy chair and turned the 
television to a program that he suspected Karen would 
like.  A few minutes later, she emerged, wearing a 
nightgown that barely came down to her upper thighs.  
It was not a thick material, and when she stepped in 
front of the television, he could see her silhouette 
completely through the gown.  Instead of all the 
seating choices available, Karen came over and 
squeezed herself next to him.  Brian shifted over to 
the side of his chair, and made enough room for her.

The television show Brian had selected did suit Karen, 
and she laughed openly at the appropriate points for 
it was a situation comedy.  Brian, on the other hand, 
entertained himself with enjoying the little girl 
sitting at his side, and recalled her standing there 
naked, as well as the few minutes he had been with her 
while she remained that way.  When a commercial came 
on the television, she turned over on her side, and 
wrapped her arm around his waist, laying her head on 
his shoulder.  Brian put his arm around her, resting 
it on the bottom of her nightgown, and the upper part 
of her thigh, as that was where it reached.  He could 
feel the little breast pressed against his belly, but 
made no mention of it.  When the show returned, Karen 
turned her head to see the screen, but remained where 
she was.

After sitting that way for a few minutes, Brian began 
rubbing the skin of her upper thigh with his fingers, 
marveling at the soft smoothness of her skin.  She 
seemed to like him doing that, and cuddled in a little 
closer to him.  Soon his entire hand was on her thigh, 
and rubbing it gently as she lay there apparently 
enjoying both the show and his touch.  By the time the 
next commercial came on, he was making wide circles on 
her thigh, and had gone up under her nightgown, almost 
to her hip.

"That feels nice, Uncle Brian," she said to him.  "I 
like the way you are touching me."

"You have very nice, smooth skin, darling," he told 
her.  "You are a very big temptation, though."

"Just don't stop, please, Uncle Brian," she said.  "It 
is making me feel real good."  Brian did continue to 
rub his hand on her smooth soft skin, and allowed it 
to drift a little wider.  When he was down at the 
back, he realized he was touching the bottom of her 
little bum and he had not detected any panties.  
Sliding his hand further, he ended up with his hand 
over the crack of her bum and there were still no 
panties.

"Where are your panties, Karen?" he asked her.

"I didn't put any on, Uncle Brian," she answered.  
"Please keep rubbing."

"You want me to rub all the way up here?" he asked 
with his hand on her crack.

"Please, Uncle Brian," she replied.  "It feels so good 
to have your hand there."

Brian did continue rubbing her little bum, enjoying 
the intimacy, of the contact, and knowing it was not 
what he should be doing.  As he continued, her 
nightgown was pushed up enough by his rubbing so he 
could see her butt as well as touch it.  He explored 
all around the bottom edges where it became her leg, 
and ran his fingers up the crack, without pushing them 
in between.  Karen responded by pushing her face up 
enough to give him another kiss on his lips, a kiss 
that he returned.

"Is that a signal that you want me to stop, Karen?" he 
asked.

"No, Uncle Brian," she said.  "Please don't stop, but 
do it as much as you want.  I love how it makes me 
feel."

"I have to admit, I'm enjoying it too, Karen, so if 
you don't mind, I will continue feeling you little 
bare bum."

"Thank you, Uncle Brian," she said.  "I know you like 
it, and I love it, so do it as much as you want."

"How do you know I like it," he asked as he rubbed 
even firmer.

"Because of this," she said as she placed her hand 
against where his erection was positioned.

"I hoped you wouldn't see that," he told her.

"Well, I'm glad touching me makes it hard like this," 
she said as she rubbed up and down the shaft with her 
little hand.  "I want to stay here all night long!" 
she exclaimed.

"Not a comfortable place to spend a night, darling," 
he said.

"Could we go into your bedroom then?" she asked.  
"Anyplace, just as long as you keep touching me."

"You would be willing to go into my bedroom and lay on 
my bed, knowing I'm going to touch your bare bum, and 
that I have a hard penis?" he asked.  "Doesn't that 
scare you?"

"Nope!" she replied.  Karen got up, followed by Brian 
as he turned off the television.  As he headed towards 
his bedroom, he turned off the living room lights, 
turning on his room lights as they entered.  Karen let 
go of his hand, went around to the far side of his 
bed, and sat down.  Lifting her nightgown from the 
bottom, she slipped it off, and then lay face down on 
the bed, and waited for what was to come.  As he 
stretched out on the near side of the bed, she asked, 
"Aren't you going to get undressed for bed before you 
start that again?"  Brian got up, removed all but his 
boxer shorts, and then lay back down beside her.  
"Please make sure I get on the plane to go home in two 
weeks, Uncle Brian," she asked.  "I'm all yours until 
then!"

Brian leaned forward, draping himself over her at 
about her waist, putting her bum only inches from his 
face.  With two hands, he began taking hold of her 
cheeks, rubbing and kneading them, and then spreading 
the cheeks apart to look at her little asshole.  "You 
are so sweet, Karen," he told her.  "It is really nice 
to be able to see and touch the bare bum of such a 
young, sweet little girl," he added.

"I'm glad you like it because so do I," she replied.  
"I washed down there real good, so I know it is as 
clean as I can get it."

Brian leaned forward and placed a firm kiss on both 
the cheeks, and then returned to kneading them some 
more.  Karen spread her feet apart as he continued, 
and expanded his coverage to include the backs of her 
thighs, as well as both sides of her hips.  Then he 
placed a hand at the top of her crack and slid it down 
the crack very slowly, all the way down between her 
legs, and over her vulva.  As he reached near the top 
of her vulva, she lifted off the bed to allow him to 
get there.  When he came back, he ran one finger 
inside the crack, over her clitoris, then ever so 
slightly into her very wet vaginal opening, then 
continued all the way over her asshole, and back to 
the top of her ass crack.  While he was in contact 
with her clitoris, and vaginal opening, she was 
moaning softly.

"Do that again, Please, Uncle Brian," she begged.  
"That was so sexy and nice!"  Brian repeated the 
exercise, going the other way, but reaching all the 
way to the front, and then started coming back again.  
When he reached her vaginal opening, he pressed it 
inside, and felt around, all the way to the back wall.

"You are still a virgin, Karen," he said.

"Until you break it, Uncle Brian," she said.  "I know 
you will be gentle!"

"Are you willing to turn over and let me see your 
front again?" he asked.  She responded by doing as he 
asked, putting her vulva as close as her butt had been 
to his face.  Leaning forward, Brian planted a kiss on 
her naked vulva right at the top part of her slot.  As 
he pressed his lips firmly against it, she moaned with 
satisfaction.  Reaching down to put his hands on her 
legs just above the back of her knees, he lifted up 
bringing her feet up on the bed close to her bottom.  
While she had them slightly spread, he used his head 
pressing between them to get her to spread her knees 
wide apart, and giving him full access to her crotch.

He continued to kiss her exposure for many long 
minutes, starting with her now exposed clitoris, and 
then moving down to her vaginal opening.  Karen was 
responding by moaning with the feeling it gave her, 
and holding onto the bed linen with both her little 
fists.  He did not stop until she had reached a sexual 
climax, and started crying out openly as the 
sensations coursed throughout her body.

"Oh, Uncle Brian!" she exclaimed.  "I've never felt 
anything like that in my entire life!  Wow!"

Brian got up from leaning over her, and came up to 
where he could see her face.  He didn't have to lean 
forward to kiss her, for she leaned into him.  As they 
held their lips together, he pushed her mouth open and 
they were kissing open mouthed.  It didn't take long 
for his tongue to enter her mouth, and after a few 
moments, she pushed her tongue out and into his mouth, 
rubbing them together.

Brian guided her onto her back, and then started 
examining her breasts, beginning with his hand to 
explore and knead them gently.  Each of them went into 
his mouth and was sucked, while his tongue played with 
her little nipple, while Karen watched carefully what 
he was doing to her.  Moving down from there, he 
kissed her all the way from her breasts, down over her 
navel and her soft little belly, until once again he 
arrived at the top of her vulva.

To get better access to her crotch, Brian shifted 
around on the bed, and then returning to kiss and lick 
the vitals between her legs.  Karen reached out and 
found the way to get her hand into the opening on his 
boxer shorts, and wrapped her hand around his very 
hard penis.  When Brian felt something warm and wet on 
his penis, he looked around to find Karen holding it 
in her mouth and sucking on it.  He returned to her 
crotch, licking and kissing her, stopping only to take 
a deep breath and then return again.  Once again, she 
climaxed, clamping down on his penis firmly, but not 
enough to hurt.

As soon as she was coming down from the high point, 
Brian pulled away from her, getting up to stand beside 
the bed, and then guided her to her feet.  Taking her 
hand in his, he led her without a word into his 
kitchen.  Pointing to a kitchen cupboard door, he 
said, "Two bowls, and two spoons," shifting his 
pointing to a drawer.  While she got those things out, 
he opened the freezer portion of his fridge, and 
removed a bucket of ice cream.  Once the dishes were 
filled, and the bucket returned to the freezer, they 
went into the dinette beside the kitchen, and they sat 
down to eat their ice cream, exchanging smiles between 
them.

"You know that this is the danger that you are exposed 
to when you talk to strangers," Brian said to her.  
"This is not supposed to happen, especially to a sweet 
little girl that is so young."

"Then I guess I'm not going to worry about talking to 
strangers again," she said.  "You were the one that 
rescued me when I was so scared.  Look at how nice you 
are treating me, when my parents have deserted me to 
visit Paris together."

"But I thought you were supposed to link up with your 
aunt and uncle for a nice vacation in a beautiful 
place like Jamaica.  That has got to be a nice way to 
spend a vacation."

"They don't even have a phone, and Uncle Delano likes 
to spank me too much," she said.  "I think he just 
likes to see my bare bum, 'cause I never do things so 
bad that mean I should get a spanking."

"So you have been here before?" he asked her.

"Yea!  The last time my Mom and Dad were here too, but 
when they went on a trip to visit other family, they 
left me behind, and I ended up getting at least one 
spanking each day they were gone.  It was three days 
before they came back."

"Did you tell them about the spankings?" he asked.

"Sure, but Mom just yelled at me, and said I shouldn't 
do things to make her brother mad!" she reported.  "I 
don't think she even tried to understand me at all.  
Another thing is that I had to bathe out behind the 
house, using a bucket.  Uncle Delano always seemed to 
be out back at the same time, and I had to let him see 
me naked every day while I was there.  My cousins 
often got to see me, too.  Dwayne came out and watched 
me several times, and I couldn't do anything about 
it."

"It does sound that they were exploiting you, 
darling," he told her.  "I guess I shouldn't talk, 
because I'm doing the same thing with you."

"But you have been so nice to me, and I don't mind you 
doing what you have done.  You make me feel real nice 
with everything you do.  I bet you wouldn't have done 
anything if I hadn't come out without my clothes for 
you to see me.  I'd probably have been sleeping in the 
other bed right now, all alone."

"Frankly, that is true, Karen," he told her.  "That 
first look at you naked was very special, and I am 
glad you did come out that way."

"So am I!" she exclaimed.  "What you are doing to me 
feels real nice, and I feel lucky to have found such a 
nice man to teach me all about sex.  The only thing is 
I only have two weeks to spend with you, and then I 
have to go home again.  I wish it could be longer!"

"Two weeks can be a long time, and a lot can happen in 
that time, darling," he told her.  "Well, I guess I am 
going to be guilty of criminal assault of a minor 
child, because I do believe you are going to be raped 
before you leave."

"I thought rape was when a man forces a girl into sex, 
and when she wants it, it is called making love."

"When the girl is under the age of consent, it 
automatically is called rape, darling," he explained.  
"The age of consent in Jamaica is sixteen, and you 
certainly aren't sixteen yet."

"I'm nearly ten and a half," she exclaimed.  "I guess 
I am going to be raped then, but I won't be reporting 
it to anyone.  You can do whatever you want with me 
for the two weeks, because I know you will be gentle 
and good to me.  After that, I don't know if I will 
ever get to see you again."

"Chances are you won't, darling," he admitted to her.  
"I guess we will have to make the best of it for as 
long as we have to be together."

"When I get home, I am going to save my plane ticket 
for the rest of my life.  The day I flew here will be 
the day I lost my virginity, and it will always be a 
special time for me, because I will always love you, 
Uncle Brian."

"Something tells me I will always love you, too, 
Karen," he told her.  "You will always be one of the 
brightest times in my life!"

"We are finished the ice cream, so shall we go and let 
me get raped?" she asked.  "I think you should have 
saved the ice cream until afterwards, though."

"There is more ice cream for later if you want, 
darling," he told her.  Stopping in mid stride, he 
turned her around threw his arms around her, lifting 
her off the floor against his chest.  She wrapped her 
legs around his body and her arms around his neck, 
reaching forward to kiss him even before he kissed her 
as he had originally intended.  "I really am in love 
with you, sweetheart!" he exclaimed.

"You must know that I love you too, Uncle Brian," she 
exclaimed.  "I know that you will have to hurt me at 
first, so don't worry, I'm ready when you are."  Brian 
looked at the young little girl naked in his arms and 
had to marvel at the feelings she gave him, apart from 
the sexual feelings he had for her.  He had to marvel 
at the closeness that had formed, and the sweet 
worldliness of her sweet innocence as she offered 
herself to him.  Removing his penis from the cover of 
his boxer shorts, he pointed it at her vaginal 
opening, and allowed her to slip down onto it.  When 
it was against the barrier of her cherry, she gritted 
her teeth together, and let her weight press down onto 
his penis, crying out when it went through the 
barrier, and removed her virginity.  He held her still 
until the expression of pain disappeared from her 
face.

"So, is that it?" she asked.  "Was that all the hurt 
finished?"

"There might be just a little more when we start 
moving again, Karen," he told her.  "The worst is 
certainly done and over with."  Karen gritted her 
teeth once again, and allowed the weight of her body 
to further impale her on his penis, ending up with it 
totally buried inside her, and even on up into her 
cervix deep up inside her.

"That wasn't so bad," she reported.  "You were right, 
though, 'cause it did hurt a little," she added.

"I think it would be a good idea to let me come out, 
and to rest for a little before we do anything else," 
he suggested.  "We probably need to clean up down 
there a little too," he added.

"It does feel a little sore, so if you don't mind, I 
would like to come off, just for a little bit though.  
Even while it hurts, it feels nice to be filled up 
down there."  

Brian pulled her up enough for his penis to drop out, 
and then set her down on her feet.  Kneeling down, he 
looked at her crotch, and at himself, both of which he 
found were stained with blood, along with the front of 
his boxer shorts.  Taking her hand, he led her into 
the bathroom, got a cloth wet, and began cleaning up 
her first, and then himself.  Removing his shorts 
completely, he was about to put them in the water but 
stopped before they got wet.

"I think I'm going to leave these stained as a special 
way to remember this day," he told her.  When they are 
dry, I will put them away, and only wear them when I 
want to remember this moment of this day."

Karen smiled, looked at her hands, and said, "I know I 
will remember this day for the rest of my life, Uncle 
Brian.  When I am old enough to travel on my own, I'm 
coming back to find you, and see if you are still 
interested in me."

"I don't know what the future holds for either of us, 
Karen, but I want to keep in touch with you after you 
return home.  You are so special, and I really am 
loving you more every minute I spend with you.  Man, 
I'm so lucky to have found you earlier!  This is so 
hard to believe!"

"Me too!" she declared.  "I bet I would have had a 
spanking already if I had been at my Uncle's place!"

"Probably with Dwayne watching," he added.  "From what 
you have told me, I don't think you would have been a 
virgin when you returned home."

"I agree!" she declared.  "This is so much better, and 
is my choice, not somebody I didn't want to do it 
with.  You are right about the love, too!  Every 
minute I spend with you, I feel closer, more and 
more."


For the entire two weeks, Brian and Karen enjoyed sex 
with each other on multiple occasions each day, even 
on the days he took her out and around to see some of 
the country.  This was something she would not have 
done in the care of her Aunt and Uncle, and invariably 
meant they had a good time with each other.  Included 
in the events were several hours at a beach, attending 
a live theatre comedy presentation which left Karen 
laughing over it for days.

The hard part was the day he had to put her back on 
the plane, and the best two weeks of his life were 
over.  They did have each other's names, addresses and 
telephone numbers, but it was unlikely they would ever 
use them, other than as reminders of their happy times 
together.