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 Chapter Eighteen.

   It was the next evening before Tina and Cindy were on the phone together
again.  Tina excitedly related the experience to her friend.  It wasn't
until later that evening that Dan and I talked about the incident.

   It was a standard week, at least as far as work.  Things were rolling
along pretty much as planned.  Tina's reports from school were happy ones.
I was glad.  I reflected back to the time when we first met, and I was
wondering what I was gonna do with a high school dropout.  Now, was
wondering what I was gonna do with an honor graduate who wanted to go to
engineering school.  And not only that, she and her newfound 'sister'
wanted to go to the same school.  The whole situation was amusing, if a
little bit unsettling at the same time.

   This far into the game, though, I couldn't imagine being happier with my
little auburn haired partner.  We'd been together for six months now and
the worst argument we've had to date was over where to eat for supper.  And
it wasn't because she just automatically gave in to my demands.  It seemed
that as many times as I was the one who suggested something, there were
equally as many times when she took the lead.  That was with everything. 
Where we ate.  What the evening's entertainment was.  What we had planned
for the weekend.  Truth was, Tina was just easy to get along with.

   Middle of the week.  We got home.  That is, I got home.  She'd been home
an hour before me.  I walked in and smelled something cooking on the stove.

   "How 'bout this," I laughed, "I'm the guy that married Susie Homemaker."
Note to self: stay out a range of the big spoon.

   "Just some of Grandma's dump soup." She smiled.  "It's a 'soup' kind of
day, ain't it?" She gave the pot a stir and put the lid on.  "Let's give it
half an hour.  Gives all the flavors time to mix."

   We went and sat on the sofa.  She picked up her laptop and opened the
screen, looking at me.  "I'm looking at the weather," she said.  "The way
it looks, we might be able to make a run down to your home this weekend."
Giggle.  "We need to stock up on sausage anyway."

   "You sure you're up to it?" I asked.

   "Not like we're gonna walk there," she smiled.  "600 miles.  That's a
nice flight.  And if you're really nice to me, I might let you fly some of
it."

   I stuck my tongue out at her.  "Dan was right!  We created monsters. 
What happened to barefoot and pregnant?"

   It was her time to stick out her tongue.  "We don't do 'barefoot' until
after Easter in Louisiana.  And as far as that 'pregnant' thing, we'd have
to get you replumbed.  But if that's what you want to do..." She had an
enigmatic smile.

   I was tempted to let that comment slide, the 're-plumbing' thing.  But I
didn't.  "Have you been thinking about that?" I asked.

   Those clear blue eyes gazed into mine.  "Yeah, I guess every girl thinks
about it.  Some.  But I really don't know.  I mean, after seeing my mom in
action, the idea of parenthood..." She sighed.

   "You are NOT your mom!" I declared.  "I don't PRETEND to know what
might've motivated HER, but I see you as a wholly different person."

   "I don't wanna be, Alan," she said.  "But she didn't start out like
that..."

   I looked at the serious young lady in front of me.  The Tina I knew was
thoughtful, logical, intelligent.  And at this point in her life, she had
options.  GOOD options.  I told her so.

   "Alan," she said, "I understand what you're saying.  I just get scared.
I don't want to put another child through what I went through.  If it
hadn't been for Grandma... then YOU..." she was in my arms, weeping.

   "Easy, little one... everything's okay.  You an' me, right?  Forever..."

   She turned a tearful face to me, taking a deep breath.  "I love you,
Alan."

   "I love you too, darlin'" I said.  "What's all this got to do with soup?
Or babies?"

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I think I know what just happened..."

   "What?"

   "Period.  'Bout to start... You know how I get..."

   "I only know that I adore you, period or not," I said.

   "Good answer," she retorted, still in my arms.  In kissing range.  She
landed a couple of good ones.  "Sit on the sofa.  I want in your lap."

   I wasn't about to refuse that.  I sat and let her insinuate herself into
my arms, her firm rounded butt securely in my lap.  "Grandma had confidence
in me, Alan.  I don't think Mom gave me more than passing thought as to
what I'd turn out to be.  YOU have confidence in me, though."

   "I absolutely do, Christina Addison." I used her formal name when I
wanted her to know how serious I was.  I was serious.  "I think YOUR limit
is how much YOU want to do, if we can line you up for it.  It won't be your
intelligence." I put my face at the curve of her neck and shoulder, a
particularly sensitive spot on Tina, and kissed and nibbled.  "You're more
than pretty enough, too..."

   She did that delightful shower of little kisses on my face.  I was
easing her back onto the sofa when her senses returned.  "Not right now,
baby.  Let's wait'll after the soup and we take our shower.  And take our
time.  I promise I'll be VERY good..."

   'Dump soup' was a sad replacement for what lechery was in my head
minutes before.  Tina read my face.  "I love that I can get you that
excited.  What YOU don't know is that you do that to ME!" she smiled
sweetly.  "Always have.  I wasn't s'posed to think like that when I got in
your truck that day.  But I kinda did."

   "You never told me that.  I thought I was just 'some guy' to you, you
know, until..."

   "I couldn't tell you, baby," she said.  "I didn't wanna act like Mom,
you know, just throw myself at you on Day One.  And you tried to be so
nice..." she looked deep into my eyes, a little smile on her lips.  "I
thought you weren't attracted to me.  You were just a nice guy..." she
planted a soft kiss on my lips.  That kiss carried every good emotion we
shared together.  And that is a LOT of good emotions.

   Then she bounced off my lap.  "Dinner.  Then shower.  Then fun.  'Cuz
period starts tomorrow..."

   We didn't rush dinner.  Well, maybe just a little bit.  It was only
seven when I stepped out of the shower.  Her hair dryer was going while I
shaved.  After I toweled off my face, I took her hairbrush and brushed out
that sassy auburn head of hair.  I finished with a little kiss on the nape
of her neck.

   She stood up giggling and took my hand.  "Bed, mister!" she said. 
Naked. Smiling.

   I crawled in behind her.  Couldn't resist the delectable curve of that
butt.  I grabbed her hips and bit her on her right buttock lightly.  Reward
for that was a squeal.

   "Dammit!" (Her language got only slightly salty in the midst of our sex
play) "There's nothing in range for ME to bite!"

   "I can fix that," I said, turning in the bed.  She KNEW that I liked her
biting me, and exactly WHERE I wanted to be bitten.  My arms gathered her
to my chest and her teeth fastened onto my left pectoral.  Hard!  Then she
released me and immediately kissed me.  I clasped her head in my hands. 
One of her hands slipped down and tugged at my dick.

   "I love how you wiggle when I touch you, baby," her voice was husky with
desire.

   I pushed down a bit and sucked a nipple into my mouth, producing a set
of wiggles in her.  And a purr.

   "Mmmmmmmbabe..." she gasped.  "You make me crazy..."

   I kissed my way lower, stopping to plow my lips through her pubic hair,
relishing the soft brushing against my lips for a bit before my tongue
slipped into the forwardmost part of her cleft.  She was already twisting
around to get to my dick as we rearranged ourselves into a happy
sixty-nine.

   I love this.  Tina's pussy is beautiful and really juicy when she's
excited.  And she was excited.  I could taste a subtle difference in her
wetness, something I've noticed in sessions immediately before her period.
It wasn't unpleasant, just different.  And it certainly didn't slow down my
desire to lick her senseless while satisfying my hunger for her.

   And happily, this did not occur in a vacuum.  Okay, well, there was this
little bitty vacuum, the suction of her mouth on my dick.  Her tongue was
tapping on the head, her head bobbing, her teeth dragging the sheath skin
of my shaft with just the right pressure.

   Much more of that and I was going to unload in her mouth.  But I wanted
in that pussy that was oozing juice on my tongue at this moment.  I knew
how Tina worked.  My tongue flicked her button lightly, then I caught as
much as I could between my lips.  She couldn't hold herself back with this
attention.  I felt her pushing herself against my tongue.  In a few more
sucks of that little pea of a clit, she pulled her mouth off my dick and
held it tight, her mouth fastened against the base of the shaft, breathing
in rapid pants.

   "Nnnnnghh, ohgodAlan!  Nnnnnghh!"

   My Tina was close.  I maintained my efforts, receiving rewards in the
form of more juices for me to savor and swallow.

   "Ohgodohgodohgod!  Yessssss!!!!" she hissed.  A final spasm filled me
with a mouthful of plump pink flesh.  She collapsed on me.  I kissed my
prize lightly.  The head, yeah, the one that had my dick clutched against
it, THAT head, started breathing regularly.

   "Baaabyyyyyy," she sighed.  "Gets better an' better..."

   "You certainly do..."

   Languorously she turned around to kiss me, despite the fact that my face
HAD to be glistening with her juices.  I was still hard, a situation that
provided a goal for a hot, wet, searching pussy.  Her lips were locked on
mine as her hips moved, her pussy looking for something to fill it.  Found
it, too.  I gasped as her opening found the head of my erection.  I was
leaking pre-come and she was still wet from her own orgasm and one little
push and she had me inside her up to the hilt.

   She rocked back, astraddle my hips, and looked down at me, smiling. 
"All the way in," she said.  "I love it.  I feel it right here!" She
pressed above her pubic mound.  Then she bounced up and down lightly.  "And
I feel your balls." She stayed sitting vertically for a minute, enjoying
her ability to feel everything connecting us, then she bent forward, her
auburn hair framing her soft, rounded face.

   I looked at the vision above me.  Blue eyes, smile.  Her breasts had no
sag or droop.  At this angle, they just showed a bit of a different
fullness, begging for me to cover them with my hands.  I did, playing with
her nipples before I grasped her by the waist.  Her hips were working magic
on me.  She read my face and bent over to kiss me.

   "Both of us this time, babe," she said softly, then proceeded to make
that happen, sliding me in and out of her, her pelvis twisting to get her
clitty where it needed to be.  Her smile stayed, though it changed to
include biting her bottom lip, a sure sign she was getting close.  I
believe this is the point with Tina where my toes turn luminescent.

   "OhgodogodohgodAlannnnnn!" she slammed her pubic bone down against mine
and shuddered.  And I spurted.  God, I spurted.  Again and again...
accompanied by little involuntary hip movements.

   Her second orgasm was generally more intense than her first.  She
collapsed into my arms.  I stayed inside her for a while, relishing the
spasms of her pussy as she completed coming.  As I softened, it was those
same spasms that squeezed me out in a sticky, wet plop.

   I gently turned her face up toward mine and kissed her face lightly,
gently, until her eyes opened and a soft smile appeared on her lips.

   "If I ever lose you I'll KILL myself, Alan.  I love you.  All my life I
wondered what It would be like to be in love.  Now I really know... It
feels like US!"

   "Yes, little one," I said softly.  "It feels like us."

   I could feel the chill as our combined juices leaked out of her and
slowly flowed over me.  I guess I wiggled slightly from the feeling.  "Wet,
babe?" she asked.

   "Somebody seems to have gotten juicy all over me."

   She propped up on my chest, grinning.  "I had help, lover!  I think you
gave me a gallon.  I think I'd slosh if I tried to walk!"

   "Wanna trade ends, cutie?"

   "Uh-huh!  There's this NEAT thing to suck on..." she said, giggling, as
she turned back to sixty-nine.

   "I love how you do that, Tina," I said, as her mouth and tongue started
sucking me clean.  And then I lapped her and me off the outer lips of her
pussy, then placed my mouth in a seal over it, letting my tongue retrieve
the results of our coupling from as deep in her as my tongue and some
suction could get.

   Several benefits came from this.  First, it was pure joy for me.  Tina's
enthusiasm and love had an erotic content that was very pleasurable when
she took care of me.  Second, I terrifically enjoyed eating my young doll
under any circumstance, but when her pussy was still hot and turgid and
soppy after we'd made love, it was even better.  And third, Tina had
another orgasm.  Finally, we both ended up at the right end of the bed,
satisfied, kissing each other to collect the last vestiges of our mating.

   "Prob'ly won't be able to do anything like this for a few days, baby,"
she sighed.  "Y'know, as good as this one was, you'd think I'd be
satisfied. But I'm not.  I want you every day..."

   "You can have some of this," I said.

   She rubbed her face against mine.  "Nuh-uh.  Not on my period.  But
there's this neat thing I can play with to pass the time..."

   Time had a way of passing.

   One of the things that passed the time was Tina working with her
school's guidance counselor to put together application packages for both
The University of Alabama and Auburn.  "Cindy says she's not sure right
now. I want our options open," she told me.

   I couldn't disagree.  I suggested that she look into scholarships, too.

   "Done!" she said.  "But I dunno.  A lot of scholarship money is pointed
at going to colleges here in Tennessee.  I'm tryin', though."

   The other thing was her eye on the weather.  Evening phone calls to "my
little sister" were interspersed with phone calls to my sister.  And I was
the one who broke the news about Tina's new 'little sister'.  She and Elise
talked at some length.  Made plans for us to pop in before noon on
Saturday.

   "It's gonna be a flyin' trip," she told Elise.  "Your brother ran out of
sausage."

   At work, the word got around concerning our adventures on our weekend
previous.  I showed a few pictures of me and Tina, and the four of us, our
unconventional little group.  And I added the photos to the set loaded into
the electronic picture frame on my desk.  Well, one of 'em.  The one
dedicated to family and fun.  The other had two people on it: me and Tina.
The pictures were either Tina alone, or the two of us.  I was the adoring
guy in those.

   Saturday morning started inordinately early for us, a sort of 'Dawn
Patrol' takeoff, headed south-southwest for home.

   Once we settled into cruise mode at altitude, Tina called Cindy up on
her cell phone and gave her a progress report.  "Yeah, we have about three
hours of flyin' time to go.  I'll call you when we get there." Pause. 
"Uh-huh.  That's a GREAT idea!  I'll tell Alan.  I'm sure he'll like it!"
She hung up.

   "I'll love what?" I asked over the intercom.

   "Cindy says we oughtta figure out one house or the other an' have us a
Louisiana weekend together."

   "That's an interesting idea.  Wonder if Dan's house has a guest room?"

   "And a bed at LEAST as good as the one at OUR house!" she giggled.

   "Uh-huh," I said.  'And nice, sound-proof walls,' I thought.  Of course,
I knew that Dan and Cindy... that 'fourteen' thing hit me again.  Damn,
Dan! What went on in YOUR head?  I imagined all the thoughts that I fought
over my precious Tina, and she was seventeen.

   We flew on under high, thin overcast as the previous weather system
receded southeast, miles clicking away, two and a half in each minute,
passing the time chatting about the scenery we enjoyed from our vantage a
mile in the sky.

   Eventually we were letting down over the farmlands of south Louisiana.
Our landing pattern around the periphery of the home airfield gave a chance
to spot Elise's SUV as she awaited us.  While I attended to the need to top
off the plane's fuel tanks, Elise and Tina chatted amiably.  After I put
the plane on the transient line, the two walked over, Tina helping me tie
our wings down.

   "I remember you talkin' about that 'Dan' guy, Alan," Elise said.

   "Yeah," I said.  "Didn't figure runnin' into 'im again, especially not
away from work.  Maybe a conference or something, but we walked up right
behind 'im out of the clear blue..."

   "And his WIFE!  My new SISTER!" Tina grinned.

   Elise smiled.  "Yeah, you sent me pictures."

   Tina didn't give Elise time to ask the question.  "Cindy's fourteen. 
And she's legally married.  She's a certified genius, too."

   I could tell from Elise's expression that the 'fourteen' thing was a
shocker.  She looked at me.  "And I thought YOU were crazy." She looked at
Tina.  "No, baby, now that I KNOW you, I know you an' Alan belong together,
but I thought he was crazy when he first told me.  Remember?"

   Tina giggled.  "'Course I remember!  You called im an old goat an' told
me to be good to 'im or you'd hide my body in your garden." Tina giggled.

   "Wellll," Elise said, "so far, so good.  Ya'll seem happy together.  But
fourteen?"

   Tina looked at me sitting in the back seat.  "See, babe?  That's why
they need to come down here one weekend with us.  So we can all get
together."

   "That'll be an interesting weekend," Elise allowed.

   "Cindy's idea," Tina chirped.  "Dan's home is what babe?  Thirty miles
up the interstate?"

   "Something like that," I answered.

   "I know," Tina said excitedly.  "Easter holiday.  We can do it on the
Easter weekend.  You get a long weekend, don't you, babe?"

   "I assume so, little one.  I'll have to check.  Construction jobs aren't
like regular jobs.  If we're running tight for time, we won't get a long
weekend." I neglected to say that if we were running behind schedule, we
wouldn't get a weekend at all, but that was just part of the game.

   "I hope so." I saw that Tina had a plan.  I knew the daily phone call to
'little sister' would solidify things.

   Elise dropped us at our house.  For the short weekend, actually just an
overnight stay, the house was just a place to shower and sleep, the same as
any of the dozens of hotel rooms that had provided the same functions for
us in the last six months.

   "Ya'll gonna be over for dinner, right?  'bout five?  Seafood gumbo. 
Tater salad.  And pecan pie."

   "You didn't have to do that for me, Sis," I said.

   "Don't flatter yourself, bubba," she laughed.  "I did it for Tina!"

   "And I love you TOO," I laughed.

   Tina had her arm around my waist, identifying me as HER possession.  She
smiled.  "We'll be there.  Thanks, Elise."

   As Elise's SUV disappeared up the road, Tina was gently guiding me back
into the house.  The door had barely closed before she kissed me.  Long. 
Hard.  Sweet.  "Damn period!" she said.  "One more day."

   "It's okay, little one," I said.  "I can wait."

   She pulled my face down to hers and kissed me.  "I don't want you to
wait.  I'm the one that has to wait." Her hand slid over my erection.  Yes,
I had one.  After those kisses, damn right I had one.

   "Mmmmmmm," she purred after a kiss.  "We got up so early... Let's go
take a nap, hmmmm?"

   "Okay," I said.  I WAS tired.  The nap would be restorative.

   In the bedroom, she turned the covers down.  "I sleep sooo much better
if I get rid of some of these clothes." She smiled.  "Wouldn't YOU?"

   As a matter of fact, that was true.  I was down to my underwear in a
matter of seconds.  I looked at Tina.  She was in bra and panties.  She
stepped into my arms.  "Undo my bra," she said.  The flimsy fabric dropped
to the floor.  That left her in panties, her concession to that 'period'
thing.

   We crawled into bed and snuggled into the crisp, cool sheets, our bodies
quickly warming up a spot as we laid in each other's arms, cooing and
kissing.  Her hand visited a familiar lump.

   "Are you relaxed, baby?" she purred.

   "I WAS getting that way..." yes, it was a game.  I knew it was a game.
She wanted to play with it, and I happily played along.

   "Well, we just need to see if we can get this relaxed again," she
smiled, playing innocent and demure.  Thing was, it wasn't that much of a
stretch.  She WAS innocent and demure only a few months ago.

   Her fingers slid into the fly of my briefs, guiding my dick out.  "It's
CERTAINLY not relaxed, sir," she said.  Her blue eyes and sweet smile
heightened my arousal.  She giggled.  "Sir!  I think there's MORE of it!  I
need to free it from this clothing!" She pushed my hard shaft back inside
my briefs and started tugging them downward.  "Sir," she said, "You must
raise yourself to assist me in my task."

   I raised my hips and she tugged my drawers downward.  My dick popped up
at its usual angle, hard enough to chip granite.

   She slid her fingers gently over its surface.  "Sir, it's SOOO tense..."
Her fingers circled it, sliding the skin up and down.  She looked at me,
her eyes twinkling.  This was the farthest her little game had EVER gone
before she'd plunged my dick into her mouth, but she played on.

   "I fear that I am only making matters worse, sir..." as she stroked me.
"Perhaps if I manipulated these..." as her free hand's fingers curled under
my sack, gently rolling my balls back and forth.  She gave her pretty head
a shake.  "Oh, no!  That only makes it WORSE!"

   She was right.  I was at the 'scratch a diamond' stage of erection.  It
wouldn't take much more.

   "Oh, sir, help me.  I'm sooo unsure of what to do..." she laid her head
on my stomach, her soft, moist mouth inches from the head of my throbbing
dick.  "Oh, look," she said.  "It's sad, like me.  I see a tear.  Let me
kiss it away."

   The bob of her head to kiss the purple cap of my erection was erotic
enough, but the actual contact of her lips was nerve-shattering.  And she
kept going.  Her moist lips spread to encircle me, providing tongue and
suction.  "Mmmmmm," she said.  "I fear I am only making thing worse.  Does
Master wish me to continue my feeble efforts?"

   "Ohgodyesssss," I said.  "Master wishes..."

   "Then your humble servant girl will comply." And she went to work.  Took
less than two minutes before I was squirting uncontrollably into her sweet
suctioning mouth.  The spurts gave way to the final fiery flow.

   "Mmmmm," she said, releasing me.  She dropped the game.  "D'you know how
powerful, how GOOD it makes me feel that I can do THIS to you..." She went
back to gently sucking me.

   I stroked her short auburn hair.  "Angel, you... words fail me. 
Nobody... Nothing compares with you..."

   She came up to kiss me.  I tasted the tinges of my own semen inside her
mouth as we traded tongues.

   Giggle.  "Relaxed now?"

   "God, yes, little one.  I have YOU." We kissed again, and snuggled into
a comfortable configuration, dragging the covers up over our bare
shoulders. And took a wonderfully blissful nap, her hand idly squeezing and
fondling me.  I fell asleep after her, and I know that in her sleep, her
fingers still touched me lovingly.

   It was nearing four when she stirred, waking me up.  She raised her head
and looked at me, hair tousled from sleep.  "We must've REALLY been tired,
guy," she said, smiling.

   "That, and the most amazing kindness done to me by a simple young
maiden," I said, knowing that she liked to hear a little encouragement over
her improvisation.

   "The maiden thanks you for your indulgence, sir," she giggled.

   "I feel guilty, though... I did, you didn't..."

   She propped up on an elbow.  "How many times..." Kiss.  "Do I have to
tell you..." Kiss.  "That I LIKE, no, I LOVE doin' you like that.  Alan, I
LOVE suckin' you." Kiss.  "Who started this, anyway?"

   "WE did.  I was just getting' ready for a nap and this sexy doll
undressed in front of me... and after that..."

   Kiss.  "My pleasure, sir." Giggle.  "Alan.  Really.  It IS!"

   I wrapped her almost nude body (just panties!) in my arms.  "One more
kiss.  Then we get dressed."

   "It's a fifteen minute trip to Elise's.  Takes two minutes to get
dressed.  Maybe just a few MORE kisses."

   We fell back on the bed.  Loved each other.

   We got up and got dressed and hit the road.  Fifteen minutes later we
were knocking on Elise's front door.  Brother-in-law Joe answered it.

   "Come in.  Hi, Tina.  You're STILL too cute for this guy."

   "Hi, Joe," she smiled.  "Where's Elise?"

   "I trained 'er right.  She's in the kitchen." He smirked.

   "Does that lotion work?" Tina asked him.

   Joe looked quizzical.  "Lotion?"

   "Yeah, the stuff you use to protect your knuckles when they drag the
ground..." She stuck her tongue at him and headed to the kitchen.

   Joe looked at me.  "Still a cutie, huh?"

   "Oh yeah, bro," I answered.  "Amazing.  Six months.  Biggest argument is
who decides what's for dinner."

   He nodded.  "Good for you, man."

   Joe knew how my divorce had hit me.  He and Elise were most helpful
during those dark times.

   "Life is good.  Was pretty good, you know, but Tina makes me realize how
much I was missing.  She's... I dunno, it's like we complement each other.
I think life is better with her in it."

   He leaned close and whispered, "I'd tell Elise that, you know, but she'd
take advantage of me..." He laughed.