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Emily
by Brody (no address provided)

***

Emily, technically my great-niece, sprang into my life 
as a result of several tragedies. But the joy and warmth 
that flowed between us brought healing to her and great 
satisfaction to me. (M/f, ped, inc, 1st, rom)

***

Author Note:  This is a work of fiction. The author does 
not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 
in real life. You must be over the age of 18 to read 
this.

***

-= Chapter 1 =-

I was the odd-ball of my family. The youngest of three 
and the only one who turned out well and did something 
successful with his life. 

My brother, eleven years my senior, went wild just after 
high school (although most suggest that he was heading 
that way throughout his school years). He sowed some 
wild oats, had a daughter, did some time, lost a wife, 
became a druggie on and off and then reconnected a 
little with his family.

My sister, seven years my senior, was always the rebel. 
She flunked out of high school, ran away to the "big 
city" and died of an over dose in a auto wreck at the 
ripe old age of twenty-one. She was driving and took out 
three other innocent lives. What a waste. I think it was 
that sorrow that shortened my parents' life span. They 
died within five years of that. But Mom and Dad pounded 
into my head the horrible waste of drugs and wild 
living. My siblings were "Exhibit A" for all of those 
lectures.

My brother managed to live till he was fifty-two. I 
don't think it was planned—it was all luck. He was the 
type that used up every ounce of his available life and 
skidded sideways into the grave screaming, "Whoo-hoo! 
What a ride!"

Except he wasn't screaming that. He had sudden buyer's 
remorse at the wasted life he had lived and called me 
from the hospital bed and told me that he had done 
everything wrong. "Shawn, please keep an eye on my 
daughter, Sherri. She's got my bad habits and maybe 
worse."

I promised Tom that I'd watch out over his off-spring.

That was the last I talked with him. The next thing I 
was on a plane back to Pennsylvania to attend his 
funeral where I ran into his daughter and her new 
husband, Yuri. I immediately didn't like him, but kept 
my opinions to myself. 

Sherri was wild just like her dad. She had no use for 
anyone giving advice or any semblance of authority 
suggesting anything. I knew better than to say anything—
I was merely an uncle.

But that's when I met little Emily. I hadn't seen my 
niece Sherri in nearly a decade and was quite surprised 
that she had a eight year old girl. Emily was the 
absolute opposite of Sherri. Sherri was dark complexion, 
dark hair, dark eyes and very loud and opinionated. 
Emily, on the other hand, was blonde, blue-green eyes, 
fair skin and very quiet. I ended up holding her on my 
lap or sitting her next to me during the post-memorial 
family get-together. Emily clung to me as her mother 
left to talk with another nearly unknown person. I had 
barely seen her dad since the service was over. I found 
out later that he and a couple of others were off behind 
the hall, smoking weed and drinking something quite 
stronger than beer.

Then the good-byes were said. 

I whispered to Sherri that if she needed some help to 
give me a call since her old man was dead. Sherri looked 
up at me. I saw her blood shot eyes—not from tears but 
from alcohol. She focused and suddenly gave me her full 
attention. 

"Thank you, Uncle Shawn. We'll keep that in mind."

I gave then all a hug but made sure to give little Emily 
a special hug and a kiss on the top of her head. She 
squeezed my hand then left.

And that was all that I heard from them for about four 
years.

Now after high school, I had moved far away from my 
hometown near the big city of Akron, Ohio. I headed west 
for college as soon as I could, got my degree in 
mechanical and industrial technology, then found a job 
out in Casper, Wyoming. Seriously! I wanted neither the 
big city life nor the big city problems. I eventually 
bought some acreage north east of Casper and struck it 
rich when they found oil under my land. That meant that 
my little 120 acre sheep ranch became a very wealthy 
source of income for me—whether I raised sheep or not. 
But I decided early on not to change my habits much: I 
still wore the same ol' jeans and flannel shirt most of 
the time; I still drove a moderately old, heavy-duty, 
extended cab Chevy pickup; and I also kept my job in 
Casper, but I changed my hours so that I came in only 
three days a week.

I thoroughly enjoyed my life, even though I had nearly 
no lady interactions at all. I was far too afraid of 
sexual diseases to do the casual sex scene and I was far 
too much of a nerd to put up with a woman that was 
intellectually inferior—no I wanted a companion, not a 
sycophant nor a mere sex toy. I wanted an equal match to 
be an intellectually challenging partner, someone who 
could love me as deeply as I loved her.

But then the phone rang. The call was terse and Sherri's 
voice was a little unsteady. "Uncle Shawn? Yuri died. 
Car accident. Oh, gawd, wut am I gonna do?" I noted her 
voice was slurring, but I didn't know how much that was 
from crying and how much was from alcohol or other 
drugs.

"Are you safe now?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

"And Emily?"

"Uh-huh."

After several more questions I found out that Sherri 
suspected the Russian Mafia and their drug king-pins for 
running Yuri off the road one rainy night. I found out 
when the funeral was to be and promised that I would be 
there in Pennsylvania for her and for Emily. Especially 
for Emily, I told myself.

The funeral reminded me that such things are for the 
living and not those who had passed on. Unfortunately, 
Yuri and Sherri had very few "friends" that cared enough 
to stop by and show some support. Other than me, 
Sherri's daughter, Emily, was the only other family 
member on my brother's side of the family that showed 
up.

"Hello, Emily," I said as she held out her hand to me. 
"It's been far too long. You are absolutely going to 
have to come out and visit me on my ranch."

A brief flicker of excitement sputtered in her eyes 
before she nodded, looked down and mumbled something I 
couldn't hear.

"Oh, you know how hard it would be to get away," Sherri 
put in.

"I would fly you out on my dime," I countered. I saw 
Emily look up, almost hopefully at her mom.

"Well, we'll see how that plays out. I have far too many 
things to take care of right now. Let's get them settled 
down first."

I was pleased that Emily felt comfortable enough to hang 
out with me. Although I shouldn't have taken that as too 
great of a compliment given some of the other dark and 
serious-faced members of her father's family and 
friends.

Sherri invited me back to her apartment to spend the 
night before I headed back home in the morning. I almost 
declined thinking I didn't want to insert myself into 
her strange world, but Emily looked up at me and nodded. 
The nod was nearly imperceptible, but the pleading in 
her eyes was definite.

"Well, if you're sure. I don't wanna be a problem to you 
or Emily."

"No problem." That was the first that I had heard Emily 
speak all day. She had whispered a few times and mumbled 
unintelligible syllables at other times, but she 
suddenly spoke at that point quite firmly, quickly and 
with steeled determination. 

Even her mother noticed and was a little surprised. "You 
know, Uncle Shawn will have to use your room."

"I know." She nodded then looked at me to add, "It's no 
problem."

So I spent the night there. It really was a hole in the 
wall sort of apartment complex. I insisted on taking 
them out to a nice diner and made sure that they had a 
good meal. The so-called wake was little more than 
people standing around after the burial, drinking 
coffee, smoking, telling rowdy stories and then leaving. 
I really felt sorry for those two.

Afterwards, I sat at Sherri's kitchen table and talked 
with her and tried to find out if she had a plan for 
turning her life around and giving Emily some hope. I 
didn't exactly say it that way, but I was probing her, 
knowing that she hated direct prying and direct advice.

Some time later I said, "Well, I'm going to have to get 
to bed. I have an early flight out."

"Go ahead and use Emily's room, Emily has the couch made 
up already and I just saw her head to the toilet."

"You're sure this is okay?"

"Uncle Shawn, you heard what she said. Kinda surprised 
me how direct she was."

"I think she may have remembered four years ago when I 
was out here for your dad's funeral. I was the one that 
took care of her most of that day."

"Fuck! I forgot about that. I've really been a shit-head 
mom, haven't I?"

"You can change if you want to," I gently replied.

She sighed and looked down. "Maybe you're right. Thanks 
for being so supportive, Uncle. Sometimes I think you're 
the only adult of your generation that still believes in 
me."

I stood up and pulled her to stand next to me so that I 
could give her a gentle, caring, uncle-like hug.

"Thanks, Uncle."

Then she went off down the hall to her room and I went 
to check out my temporary bed for that night. The door 
to the room was open so I stepped in and set my duffel 
bag on the bed. That's when I saw that Emily was on the 
far side of the bed, changing and at that moment she 
wore only white panties. I froze briefly before turning 
beet red and hastily fumbling an apology as I left. But 
in that instant I saw her prominent mons and puffy labia 
with a deep cleft through the thin panty material that 
was pulled tight over her crotch. I also saw her small 
beginner tits—merely enlarged nipples with hints of 
mounding underneath.

I closed the door behind me then went out to the living 
room and sat down on the chair near the couch. I really 
didn't mean to invade Emily's privacy. And I certainly 
didn't want to do anything that ruined our relationship—
as tentative as it might have been.

A couple of minutes later, I heard footsteps.

"Uncle?" It was Emily. "Are you okay?" She had a long 
tee shirt on, covering everything that I had just seen.

"I'm sorry, dear. I didn't mean to invade your privacy 
like that. Your door was open and your mom said that you 
were in the toilet...."

She shook her head and put her finger against my lips. 
"Shh. It's okay. I'm just a girl."

I took her hand in mine and held it tenderly. "Not 
*just* a girl," I corrected. "You are a beautiful young 
lady who needs to be treated with respect and my barging 
in on you was not respectful. Forgive me?"

Emily sat down on my lap and wrapped her arms around my 
neck. "That's sweet. I just forgot to close the door. 
Don't have to usually—only Mom here."

"That's true," I replied and returned her hug.

But she kept hugging me long past what I thought would 
have been a normal hug length.

"You okay?" I asked at length.

She nodded then slowly unwrapped herself from me and 
stood up. "Thank you."

I wasn't even sure what the "thank you" was for, but I 
stood up too and said, "Good night, Emily." I then 
headed down to my bed and fell asleep.

I wasn't really surprised that I didn't hear from Sherri 
again. I was disappointed, yes, but not surprised. I 
wrote a small old-fashioned, hand-written letter and 
card to both Sherri and Emily at Christmas, expressing 
that I really would like to see them visit me in Wyoming 
sometime.

I got an email from Sherri who said, "Thanks for the 
card and the note. We're doing fine. Luv, Sherri."

About a week later I was surprised, then tickled pink to 
receive a small letter from Emily. 

Dear Uncle Shawn, 
Thank you for the letter and your invitation. Don't 
think it'll happen soon. 
Much love, 
Emily

I smiled as I looked at her signature—so feminine and 
girlie, yet with a certain amount of flair and elegance. 
But in a predictable fashion she had used a small heart 
to dot the "i" of her name.

But that was it. Nothing more until late June.

That's when I had come in from ranch work for lunch and 
noticed a message on my phone. I sat down hard as I 
heard the message play back. Sherri was dead, probable 
drug overdose. Emily was in a foster home temporarily. 
My head spun and my heart grieved for the wasted life. 
But my heart was even more filled with grief and concern 
for young Emily and the heartache that she had already 
been through. I knew what I needed to do.

I called work and let them know that I'd be out for a 
week or two dealing with the funeral and the other 
issues. I also called my ranch foreman and told him the 
news along with the likelihood that I'd be overseeing a 
child after it was all over.

"That'll change ya'." 

Little did I know.

I arrived back in Pennsylvania amidst drizzle and 
overcast and drove to the foster home where I was 
assured that a social worker would meet me. She was 
almost an hour late but with an air of professionalism 
brushed it aside with a wave of her hand and the 
explanation that the previous appointment had taken much 
more effort than anticipated.

Until the social worker arrived, I was denied access to 
Emily and had to wait out in my rental car with the rain 
dripping on the windshield in a visual display of my 
sullen and anxious emotions.

But finally, after paperwork and other sorts of 
rigamarole, Emily was in my care and in the front seat 
of my car. Her once light blonde hair had darkened to a 
medium brown with highlights of the former light blonde 
within. Her hair was still longer than shoulder length, 
but it was not attended to except a perfunctory finger 
combing and latching it behind her ears.

"You okay now?" I asked as we drove off to my hotel.

She nodded.

I regretted at that point getting a car with bucket 
seats. Emily needed someone to hold her. Instead, I 
reached across to pat her. She flinched as my hand 
touched her knee but she quickly looked over at me then 
put her hand on mine, pressing it close as if she didn't 
want it to leave. I was left wondering what demons were 
haunting her mind.

The next week was a mind-numbing drudge of paperwork, 
dealing with ownerships, getting rid of the apartment 
lease and sorting through Sherri's stuff. Through it 
all, Emily barely said a word. She would nod or shake 
her head or scowl and deliver her answer non-verbally, 
but uttering sounds had come to a virtually complete 
stop.

The social worker checked on us after the small memorial 
service. She told me that sometimes trauma like Emily 
had been through in finding her mom dead in the bathroom 
would lead to a variety of emotional coping mechanisms. 
The social worker also told me that I now had permanent 
guardianship of Emily as her nearest kin that could be 
found.

Emily was standing in the doorway listening to all that. 
I saw her and said, "So, you finally get to come out and 
visit my place in Wyoming."

Emily came over to where I was sitting and smothered me 
in a wordless hug.

"Well, my! I think that settles it, doesn't it?" the 
social worker said.

But the worker also pulled me aside and whispered that I 
should be alert for signs that would show whether Emily 
might have suffered any abuse. "Not saying anything 
happened, but just keep your eyes open."

It was a few days later that Emily boarded a plane for 
the first time in her life. I gave her the choice of 
sitting by the window or the aisle and she immediately 
chose the window seat. She sat nearly motionless the 
whole flight, transfixed by all that she saw out the 
window. Occasionally she would tap my arm and point and 
I would try to guess what she was looking at and then 
tell her what I thought it was.

We landed in Cheyenne, found my pickup and began the 
long drive up to my home north of Casper.

"I think we need to stop for two things," I said as we 
neared Casper.

Emily looked over at me and raised a questioning 
eyebrow.

"Okay, may three. We gotta pee, then we need to have 
some dinner and finally you are gonna need some clothes 
more fitting for ranch life."

Emily pursed her lips and wrinkled her brows then 
pointed at her clothes.

"Oh, those are fine for some things," I began. "But you 
are coming out to my ranch. You will need something more 
durable that can get dirty and not fall apart."

She nodded and smiled a small, little smile, then turned 
to watch the road in front of us.

I glanced over at her then did a double take. Her face 
was so cute: her lips in profile, her dark eyebrows and 
thick eyelashes, her cheeks and her chin. Damn! I was 
suddenly overwhelmed with how cute this young girl was. 
I mentally regrouped and wondered what I was thinking 
then realized that this must be something akin to what 
father universally feel as they watch their little girls 
grow up.

A little while later we had stopped at a store in 
Casper, rounded up some good work clothes for a twelve 
year old and then stopped for a burger and fries at a 
local dive. Emily pointed at the picture of a shake.

"What flavor?" I asked

She pointed at the word "Strawberry" and smiled sweetly.

We made it back to my ranch after sundown.

"This is your room," I said pointing at an empty bed 
that I had made sure to make and refit with fresh sheets 
just prior to my flying out to Pennsylvania. "If you 
need anything, my room is just down the hall to your 
left."

Emily nodded then embraced me in a hug. It went on far 
longer than I thought a hug should last, but I was 
growing used to that. I also relished the fact that she 
was beginning to feel some comfort and some love after 
all the heartache that she had experienced,

"Good night, my dear Emily." I whispered.

She replied only by holding me more tightly and that's 
when I realize that she had little apples under her 
shirt—apples that were her boobs developing in fine 
fashion! I don't know how I had missed those except I 
wasn't looking for them and she had worn fairly baggy 
shirts up to that point.

The next morning awoke us all and reacquainted us with 
the new time zone. I was nearly familiar with it, but 
Emily woke quite a bit earlier than me and was wandering 
out in the halls when I finally awoke.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded then reached out to hug me close. She was 
still in her night outfit—a large tee shirt and fuzzy 
socks. I felt her lovely little apples press into me and 
began to wonder how fathers dealt with daughters as they 
become young women.

"You know that we're two hours later than you're used 
to, right?"

Again she nodded as she held on to my frame.

"Come with me and I'll make breakfast!"

Emily followed me and sat at the kitchen as I cooked up 
bacon and eggs with pancakes. She eagerly devoured most 
of them. She helped me clean up and, as she was drying 
the last dish, I asked, "Wanna see the whole ranch?"

She smiled broadly and nodded her head. Her light brown 
hair was still disheveled from the night's sleep, 
tumbling down over her shoulders to nearly the bottom of 
her shoulder blades. Her hazel eyes were bright and her 
lips were full, filled with color. I saw the outline of 
her apples, that hereto forth had been hidden and 
unnoticed save when she hugged me. Beautifully shaped 
apples each topped with a noticeable nipple. Emily was 
turning into a very lovely young woman.

"Well, better get changed into one of those outfits we 
got you yesterday. Oh, and you might want to tie your 
hair back or something, since we'll be riding around a 
lot."

About twenty minutes later she came out into the kitchen 
again and I was surprised to see how lovely she looked. 
Jeans really looked good on her—or maybe she just made 
the jeans looked really good. I wasn't sure which. But 
either way, she had the distinctive beginnings of the 
feminine hip flair and the nice rounding of her ass 
which the jeans complemented nicely. She had a red plaid 
cotton button-down shirt, untucked with the two buttons 
undone at the top. Her hair was brushed and done in a 
French braid. Very elegant!

"You're looking good, kid!" I said and handed her a pair 
of gloves. "These are yours. Probably won't need them 
today, but you need to keep track of them and have ready 
whenever we're out working."

She nodded and with her right hand formed an "O" with 
her thumb and first two fingers, then quickly changed 
her fingers so the thumb was touching her middle finger 
with both the pointer finger straight up and the middle 
fingers bent forward a bit.

I did a double take. I recognized sign language—I had a 
friend in college who was hearing impaired and had 
taught me some basic signs.

I held my hands in front of me with my pointer fingers 
somewhat aimed forward and toward the center then 
rotated my hands about each other a couple of times. 
Then I held my hand out, palms up shook them back and 
forth while I shrugged my shoulders and gave a 
questioning look on my face.

Her eyes widened and a bright smile flooded her face and 
she nodded her head rapidly.

"Then you'll have to teach me some more," I said.

She laughed. I actually heard her voice! She laughed and 
nodded.

"Come on, kid. We got a ranch to visit."

We rode around on my ATV most of the morning. Emily 
enjoyed seeing everything—especially the horses. When we 
came to the large tank that we used to hold water for 
the ranch, I realized that I should have made sure that 
Emily had a new swimming suit. Those of you old enough 
to remember watching "Petticoat Junction" on TV might 
well recall how the water tower could be used as a 
swimming hole. Our tower wasn't nearly as high off the 
ground since it was on a small hill behind the house and 
barn. It was not our house water system, but served for 
the ranch needs which is why I had no qualms about 
swimming in it.

"I think we need to go back to town sometime soon," I 
mentioned.

She looked at me and waited.

"Up there's our swimming hole. You need a suit."

She shook her head and began unbuttoning her shirt.

"Nuh-uh, young lady," I said quickly. "You've already 
met some of the men that work around here. We don't want 
them getting ideas they shouldn't have."

She nodded her head, but left the extra button loose.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the tank.

"Oh, you want to see in it?"

She nodded.

I had her climb the ladder ahead of me since I wasn't 
certain how well she'd handle the nearly straight up 
twelve foot climb. But it seemed like I had little worry 
about with that. She proved herself agile and strong and 
she definitely loved the view.

She sat down with her feet dangling over the side. From 
my angle above her I could see all the way down her 
shirt to each deliciously ripe apple suspended there, 
defying gravity. Oh, sheet! She wasn't wearing a bra 
today!

Suddenly she looked up at me and signed something 
quickly with her hands; but it went too fast for me.

"Slow down, Emily."

She did the same thing again. She pointed at herself 
then two fingers up at her eyes.

"Oh, you look?"

She nodded then pointed to where she was sitting then 
moved her hand, thumb out alongside of her jaw twice.

"Oh, you want to come up here every day to look?"

She smiled broadly and clapped.

I joined her in sitting down. Partly just to take in the 
view *with* her and partly so I wouldn't take in the 
view *OF* her.

"I'm glad you're out here with me." I said quietly after 
a long silence.

Emily put her hand on mine and said in the softest 
whisper, barely heard above the prairie wind and the hum 
of the distant water pump, "Me too."

I knew then that she was recovering. I also knew then 
the love that a father would have for his own children. 
I pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head then 
relished her returning my hug.

Now a few words about my ranch. Even though I had a head 
foreman and a few hired hands, they worked out with the 
sheep and the horses. They did not come up to the house 
unless it was a dire emergency. There were distinct 
work/home boundaries that I maintained. This was good 
for Emily. It struck me as I was making dinner for the 
two of us that she was the only girl around the ranch 
and probably for many miles in any direction.

"So, what grade did you just finish up in school?" I 
asked as we were cleaning up.

She held her thumb to her ring finger.

"Ah, eighth?"

She nodded. Her birthday in August would put her among 
the youngest in her class.

"It occurs to me that we'll eventually have to get you 
registered to enter ninth grade around here."

Emily's face clouded over with panic. She waved her 
hands back and forth and shook her head.

I was taken aback by the display so I thought for a few 
moments. "You know the alternative is to be home 
schooled with me as your teacher?"

She rushed me and grasped my arms and nodded and 
silently mouthed, "Yes, yes, yes!"

I held her close to me and thought. What sort of pain 
had she felt and what sort of horrors did she have to 
endure that going to school was a nightmare to be 
avoided?

"I'm sorry to bring up a painful subject," I eventually 
spoke. "I was just thinking that you are eventually 
going to want to have some female friends—and we got 
none of those sorts around here at all."

Emily just held me close and shook her head, leaving me 
to wonder what memories lurked in her thoughts.

We watched a little TV then aimed for bed before nine. 
Being a rancher, I was much more an early morning person 
than a late night person. Emily, was still struggling to 
make the transition from a time zone two hours ahead so 
she willing headed to her room about the same time.

Some time after midnight a something woke me up. A 
persistent shaking of my shoulder and a continual 
"pssst" in my ears.

"Huh?" I dumbly said.

It was then that I realized that it was Emily. I caught 
her hands on my shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nightmare."

"Come here, kid," I said softly.

She quickly slid into my bed and latched onto me. Her 
body was still shaking.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I felt her shake her head.

"My mom used to say that if you talked about a nightmare 
it got it out in the open so you could see how puny it 
really is. If you left it in your mind it would always 
loom large and scary."

"Just hold me now."

She whispered those words; but they were real words, 
spoken by this dear, sweet, not-quite-fourteen year old.

"I love you, Emily. You know that, don't you?"

That may have been both the right thing to say as well 
as the wrong thing. She buried her face against my 
shoulder and quietly wept. I felt her sobs shake her 
frame.

"I don't know what you're dealing with, but you're here 
with me now. You're safe. Okay?"

Slowly she calmed down but stayed firmly attached to me. 
I held her until we both drifted off to sleep.


-= Chapter 2 =-

Looking back, I am amazed that nothing sexual happened 
that night. Oh, I had a stiffy in the morning, but that 
was often the case for me. I was forty-six, going on 
forty-seven come September, and while my willy was often 
willing, he didn't have the vim and vigor it did when I 
was twenty. So usually when I woke up with a piss hard 
cock, it would mostly deflate by the time I reached the 
toilet.

But not that morning. It was harder than usual and I 
really had to pee. Only one thing to do: get in the 
shower and let the warm water relax everything.

By the time I got back to the bedroom, Emily had awaken 
and had disappeared into her room.

We went about the day and she didn't bring up her 
nightmare nor her sleeping with me. I figured that she'd 
tell me when she was ready.

I took Emily into town to buy a few more groceries (I 
had somehow forgotten that we would be going through 
food about twice as fast now.) I also took her into a 
department store to purchase a swimsuit.

That was a very lovely suit. It fit her very well and 
really accentuated her blossoming figure. I really don't 
know why I agreed to purchase it. It was actually a 
racing suit—Speedo brand. A purple-blue color and rather 
shiny, it had lighter blue piping around the edges with 
a lower cut back. It really was modest up front, having 
a relatively high cut above the breast line that showed 
no cleavage. But is was skin tight. Her precious little 
tits were compacted up tightly against her chest and her 
nipples were delicately outlined with the smooth fabric. 
At her crotch, there was additional fabric to discretely 
camouflage her camel toe, but I was guessing that since 
she had little pubic hair, there was a very close, one-
to-one tracing of her pussy contour complete with a hint 
of the slit.

Damn! She looked hot. And as I signed the credit slip 
paying for it, I thought, "What was I thinking!?"

I also took a little bit of time to stop by work to let 
my boss know I was still alive and would be coming back 
in soon. He and Marcia, the secretary, took a liking to 
Emily. Marcia took Emily under her wings for the time I 
was there and gave her a small, private tour of what we 
did and made. I received a very favorable report from 
Marcia later.

On the drive back out to the ranch, Emily opened up a 
little bit more.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," I replied.

"Thank you for all the nice things you've done, for 
supporting me and not pumping me with questions."

That was the most I had heard her talk in the entire 
time that I had been with her since gaining her custody 
after her mom's death.

"I figure you'll tell me when you're ready and not 
before."

She scooted closer on the bench seat and leaned against 
my shoulder. "Yeah. Something like that."

I waited for a while then figured that she was done with 
the topic for the time being. "You wanna listen to some 
music on the radio?"

She scrunched her face up in a sign of disgusted and 
stuck her tongue out.

"Oh, no pop music then. I'm a little surprised."

She whispered, "Bad memories."

Well, that could explain a lot. This complex child was 
slowly unfolding to me and each layer just raised more 
questions. But I decided not to push it. "Okay. You 
wanna try that suit out in the water tower when we get 
home?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "Uh-huh!"

She looked so good in that suit. I had my cut off jeans 
and old muscle-man undershirt as we climbed the ladder 
to the tower. I also carried our towels and noticed that 
I had a very scenic view of her ass cradled in the thin 
and sheer fabric of her suit. Very cute!

Soon we were swimming small laps and splashing each 
other across the small confines of the wooden water 
tower. I felt for that brief time much younger than my 
age and I thought that Emily had matured greatly as well 
as broken through some of her emotional hurdles.

July melded into August and I had my time that I needed 
to be back down in Casper at my job. Suddenly, I didn't 
love my job anymore. I wanted somehow to cut all ties 
with them and forever stay up at my ranch to watch out 
over my dear great-niece, Emily. I so loved hearing her 
laughter and her voice! She finally began opening up and 
talking more: her discourse covered the range of topics 
from lunch menu to music on the radio to what she had 
heard on the news. She really was a data-sponge: what 
she heard, she would retain. 

Her birthday was a small occasion: barbecued steak, ice 
cream, cake and a small necklace that I bought for her. 
She really like it and wore it often.

I went to work that second week in August having kissed 
Emily good-bye and reminding her to be cautious in her 
use of the water tower for swimming. She had assured me 
that she would not go out there till mid afternoon. "I 
have something that I'm making for you, Uncle!"

I smiled and then drove off.

I was shocked and devastated when I received a phone 
call on my cell late that afternoon.

"Mr. Childress?" the voice sounded serious and official.

"Yes?"

"We have received a 9-1-1 call from your property and 
have responded to a report of a rape."

"Oh, no! Emily!"

"Yes, and she is being brought into Casper for a medical 
examination. Other than the trauma of the ordeal, she 
seems to be okay."

"Damn!" I whispered. Then I pinched my eyes shut tightly 
and tried to refocus my thoughts.

"Mr. Childress?"

"Yes?"

"It would be very good if you could meet Emily at the 
hospital in Casper. And I will say that the alleged 
rapist is apprehended too."

"Should I ask who?"

"I cannot release a name yet."

"Thank you for your call."

"I wish that I had better news. Emily is at Mountain 
View Regional Hospital."

I could barely think. I moved with a numbed, detached 
perspective that I had read is common among those who 
experience the trauma of war and the shell-shocked 
reality of being bombed and losing close comrades. I 
don't remember who I told, but suddenly I was at the 
front door of our work and Marcia hugged me. "Shawn, 
give her our love. Okay?"

I'm pretty sure that I nodded, but I'm not really sure.

I found Emily in a hospital room attended by a nurse who 
sat on the bed next to her, holding her hand. Emily was 
wearing scrubs and bear feet. She looked up and saw me 
then tore herself away from the nurse and launched 
herself onto me.

"Emily," I whispered.

"I'm okay now," she said then started sobbing. "You're 
here."

On one hand I didn't want to know the details, but I 
knew that I had to. The nurse excused herself and a lady 
deputy stepped into the room, she asked only a few 
questions but Emily felt that she had to get it all out 
in the open. Kinda of gross to think about, but at that 
moment, I thought it was very much like when you're sick 
and you feel better after puking. That's really what 
Emily was doing—getting it all out of her system to 
start healing.

The day went just like other days that I had left her on 
her own. She was thirteen by then and quite capable. She 
took care of some chores in the morning, went for a ride 
on my ATV out to watch the horses and then made lunch. 
After lunch she put on her swimsuit to go for a swim in 
the tank. As she was swimming she noticed a shadow 
across the water. She looked up and saw Vinícius, one of 
the ranch hands, standing above the water, learing at 
her. Vinícius was a loner, late-thirties and rather odd. 
He was Portuguese and hired for his knowledge of sheep 
and his skill on a horse. The other men tolerated him 
but didn't always see eye-to-eye with him.

"What do you want?" Emily asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" he replied and began taking his 
shirt and pants off.

"I don't wanna go swimming with you." Emily started 
climbing out on the opposite side of the tank.

"Fine. No swimming. We do things. You and me."

That's when Emily knew she was trapped. She screamed.

"No use. All the others went home."

He then was only in his boxers. "Filthy and dirty," 
Emily emphasized. He rushed her and caught her by her 
arm. Emily was no match for his power but she reacted 
instinctively and slapped his face hard with her free 
hand at the same time she kneed him hard. She missed his 
balls but made hard contact with his lower abdomen. It 
was just enough that he loosened his grip and she 
slipped away, shoving him into the water.

He cursed and splashed about as Emily went down the 
ladder as quickly as she could. She was still barefooted 
and running across the dry weeds and gravel which slowed 
her down.

Vinícius was angry and had quickly made it out of the 
water and was flying down the ladder. He caught up with 
Emily just about as she reached the back door to the 
house, slamming into her and knocking her to the ground. 
As she was trying to gain her breath after having it 
knocked hard from her, he began ripping the suit from 
her back, tearing through the straps then roughly 
pulling it down.

She still was fighting for her breath when he flipped 
her over and finished disrobing her. He flipped her legs 
apart and knelt between them and pulled his dick out. He 
leaned over her and pinned both of her arms under in 
hands.

"I could barely breath then," Emily said, "I could 
barely think. I saw his dick and was revolted by how 
ugly it was and how ill-kept he was. I finally caught a 
big breath and screamed at him, 'You, big shit head! 
I've never seen an uglier dump of crap than you.' I had 
to get another breath when he slapped my face hard. That 
pushed me over and I was white hot mad so with my free 
hand I clawed at his face. 'You turd log, how'd you ever 
attach your little boy balls on your ugly body?' He 
caught my arm again, pinned it then drove his prick into 
me. I hated him. I screamed in his ear, 'You either 
won't cum since you're not a man or you're going cum in 
three little strokes since you're such an immature 
fucker.'"

He tried to shut her up by putting his mouth over hers, 
but Emily opened her mouth wide to capture his tongue 
then bit down hard and wouldn't let go. He was thrusting 
deep in her but the pain of his tongue being held hard 
by Emily's teeth forced him to focus on stopping that 
pain. He tried pulling his tongue back, but she captured 
a big piece of it. And he knew if he let go of her 
hands, she'd clawed his face off.

"Right then I heard other voices, yelling all sorts of 
things in Portuguese. That shit head already went limp 
dick and was working only on getting his tongue back." 
Then Emily laughed. "Police told me that he can't give a 
statement yet. Fucker can't talk!"

The lady sheriff smiled and nodded. "That's true. He's 
banged up pretty badly from Emily's quick thinking oral 
assault as well as the other men holding him so he 
wouldn't and couldn't get away."

"My dear Emily," I said and held her close to me again. 
She was tense and wound up from reliving those moments, 
but slowly relaxed in my embrace. "So, why is it that 
you're wearing hospital scrubs?"

"My suit was ripped up and the sheriff was there before 
I could go into the house to get a change of clothing. 
Some of the men already had a blanket that they wrapped 
me in."

"Yes, the hospital staff provided this outfit for her as 
soon as they could." The lady sheriff explained. "But 
there is one more question that I have. The doctors 
report that they were surprise that this rape did not 
result in any vaginal bleeding—just some minor 
abrasions. Typically this is because the victim was 
already sexually active. Emily, was this the first time 
that a guy had his penis in you?"

Emily sighed and looked down. I felt a certain amount of 
anxiety for her.

"No, I was raped by one of my mom's friends after my 
step-dad died. She was passed out because of drugs. That 
fucker took advantage of the opportunity and just up and 
fucked me."

"Oh my word! Did you report that?" the sheriff asked.

"No. The good it would have done. Dick head was gone and 
who knows where he went. But that's not all. I was raped 
while I was in the foster home."

"Was that reported?"

Emily shook her head. "I was too scared."

"You know I will have to report this, don't you?"

Emily nodded then looked at me.

"I now know why you were so scared," I whispered. "But 
also I see how brave and strong you are."

Emily leaned against me and hugged me. "Only because 
you're so, so...."

"Loving and nice?" the sheriff suggested.

Emily nodded.

It took quite a while longer for additional statements 
to be taken about the nature and scope of each of the 
other assaults. We didn't make it back to the ranch till 
after dark. 

Joe, the ranch foreman, was sitting on the porch waiting 
for us with the lights on. "Hey, boss," he said coming 
up to the driver's side as I exited. "How's everything?"

"As good as could be expected. Joe?" I looked him in the 
eye. "I really want to thank you and the men for helping 
out. How'd they know to come check on Emily like that?"

Joe gave a little laugh and kicked at a small stone with 
his foot. "Your Miss Emily has a set of lungs. I'm a bit 
surprised that you didn't hear it down in Casper." He 
looked at Emily who had come up to stand next to me. 
"It's really good to see you, ma'am."

"Thank you, Joe," Emily said. "I'm sorry you had to hear 
my bad language."

Joe laughed. "You were merely telling the truth. But 
seriously," he turned back to me. "My men came to me and 
told me that Vinícius was talking smack and bravado and 
something about getting a piece of ass."

"Don't some of the men always do that?" I asked.

"But never while heading up the road to the boss's 
home." Joe shook his head. "I'm sorry we were late. But, 
boss? The men and I put together a bit of a dinner for 
you and the young Miss."

"Thank you, Joe."

"It's inside. I'll be along now."

And then he hopped into his old Ford F-150 and drove out 
of sight.

"He didn't ask about the shit head." Emily tensed up as 
she obliquely mentioned her attacker.

"He didn't have to. Everyone knows he's in jail and 
probably won't fare too well once in prison. Com'on. 
Hungry?"

"I dunno."

We did have dinner. Mashed potatoes and meat loaf. My 
guess is that someone's wife fixed this up for us. Joe's 
only recipe involved a grill. And Emily ate well too.

But she sat right next to me the whole night. "I'm not 
leaving your sight," she declared.

I nodded and smiled but then realized that she meant it 
when she followed me into the bathroom as I was getting 
ready for bed. "This is a little too much, Emily."

"Please don't force me away," she whispered intensely.

I sighed and realized that I didn't want to create a 
huge scene right then. "Okay, but you have to respect my 
privacy by at least turning your head."

That was more than a little weird having my great-niece 
in the bathroom with me as I peed and brushed my teeth 
and then slipped out of my shirt to put on my normal 
night shirt. But not nearly as weird as when Emily 
dropped her pants, sat on the toilet and let it all hang 
out.

And of course, Emily would not sleep alone. She wormed 
her way into my bed and latched onto me as though I were 
threatening to leave her. She opened up a little more 
after the lights were off and told me of the horror and 
the shame that flooded her mind the first time she was 
raped. And the horrible helplessness the second time 
when the foster mom's son overpowered her and took her 
in the upstairs hallway.

I had no idea what to say. Such things were as alien to 
me as living on the moon.

I fell asleep holding her and hoping that I wouldn't get 
an erection come morning. I was relieved to wake up on 
my side facing away from Emily who was holding my back 
and cuddled in close there. While she was still asleep, 
I slipped out of bed to take a quick shower.

Success! I made it back into my bedroom before Emily 
woke up and was sitting on the bed putting my socks and 
shoes on as she slowly awoke.

"You leaving?" she asked plaintively.

"Only with you today."

She smiled widely.

"I think that I can take you into work with me. Would 
you be comfortable hanging out with Marcia most of the 
day?"

Emily nodded.

"Great. I'll call Marcia in a bit. But how are you? 
Feeling like some food?"

"I feel okay. I need to have you hold me," she 
whispered. "It's like my batteries are drained."

"I can charge you up." I sat down next to her and 
delighted in holding her and enjoying her returned hug. 
I had a brief twinge of worry whether this was going 
wrong, but I assured myself that any dad would comfort 
his daughter after such a horrible affair.

Emily was subdued throughout the morning, but time with 
Marcia at my work was very therapeutic. She was even 
smiling at my jokes over lunch.

After work she grasped my arm and whispered, "I'm glad I 
came today." That did my heart good.

"You want to get a replacement swimsuit?" I asked.

Emily looked at me then shuddered slightly.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up the bad memories."

Emily nodded but kept walking with me to my pickup.

I unlocked her side and held the door for her. She 
paused then leaned against me. "I know what you mean," 
she whispered.

I kissed her head and said, "Just let me know what you 
need."

She turned and looked at me. "I could do the natural 
swim thing, if you're okay with it."

I wrinkled my nose at the suggestion then countered, "Or 
maybe a two piece suit?"

The look on her face said it all.

"We don't have to decide tonight," I replied. "Emily, 
you know I love you and am thinking how to protect you 
in every way."

She stood on tip-toe and kissed me then slipped into the 
passenger seat.

When we arrived home she asked, "Can we go swimming up 
there?"

"You have no suit."

"I don't need one if you're watching out for me."

"You're gonna swim nude?"

"Natural," she corrected. "And you don't have to watch 
if you don't want."

So I sat up on the walkway while Emily swam below in 
nothing but her birthday bathing suit.

"Aren't you gonna come in too?" she asked me.

I shook my head. "Wouldn't be right."

I was purposing hard not to watch her. I did see enough 
that would give me wet dreams, and those brief glimpses 
kept tempting me to steal other looks at Emily as she 
swam back and forth in the tank. As she swam, her cute 
ass was just visible at the water level. Very shapely! 
And then she floated on her back and I developed a rock-
hard, steel-reinforced cock as I saw her pert tits and 
beckoning pussy topped with a small bush.

"The water really feels nice," she called out.

"That's nice. I'm getting hungry though. I'm gonna hafta 
go whip up some dinner."

"Yeah, me too, I guess."

She swam to the ladder and climbed out. Again, I averted 
my eyes and looked out over the ranch below us.

"You're doing everything not to look?" she asked as she 
toweled herself dry.

"That's right."

"Why?"

"Several reasons," I began. "I sure don't want to get in 
trouble with the law. You're on their radar now being 
the victim of several assaults. They'll be coming out 
and asking more questions and I want my nose clean."

"Check," she said and laughed.

"But more importantly, it's like I told you last year. 
You are a young lady and you need to be treated with 
respect. And respect is that I don't sit over here 
ogling your every move."

By that time, she had slipped her panties and pants back 
on. She was still topless as she sat down next to me. I 
glanced over at her and caught my breath at her 
perfectly formed breasts. Her lovely apples that floated 
and rose out of her chest and dared gravity to try to 
pull them down.

"Uncle Shawn, you are the strangest and sweetest and 
most unusual man I've ever met."

"Thank you. Put your shirt on, kid," I replied and gave 
her a smile.

During dinner preparation she was playfully bumping me 
or pretending to be in my way or grabbing something just 
as I was reaching for it. Over dinner she talked about 
all the things that Marcia had told her or shown her in 
the office. After dinner, she turned positively playful 
and mischievous.

She came up behind me as my hands were immersed in the 
dishwater and hugged me, trying to keep me from using my 
arms.

"What's gotten into you, girl?" I asked, breaking free 
of her hold.

She smiled. "I dunno. I haven't felt this, this, um, 
free in, like, forever."

"I'm very happy you're feeling that way." I dried my 
hands. "Wanna watch some TV?"

"Okay."

There wasn't much on the boob-tube, but it was nice 
sitting down after a long day. It was also nice with 
Emily curled up on the couch next to me, leaning against 
my arm.

At one point in the commercials she turned to me and 
asked, "So why did you come and help us?"

I sensed there was something deeper in her question. 
"I'm not certain if you're meaning anything 
particularly, but the reason I helped is because you are 
family. When my brother—your Grandpa Tom—was dying, he 
made me promise to look out for his daughter—your mom."

"So it's just because you promise your brother?"

"That's part of it. And that is what families are 
supposed to do for each other. But...." my voice trailed 
off as I tried to think of the right words.

Emily clicked the remote to mute the TV. "But there's 
something else there too?"

"Exactly. I felt bad for your mom, but she was making 
her own choices and was mule-headed enough not to accept 
any help or advice. But you? Emily, it broke my heart 
thinking about you being caught up in all that."

She leaned into me again and whispered, "I knew it."

"You knew what?" I put my arm around her shoulders.

"That first time I met you at Grandpa's funeral, I saw 
something in you that I could trust. I couldn't explain 
it then and maybe not even now, but it was a warmth and 
a, uh, uh. I dunno. Just a bunch of warm fuzzies and you 
were so comforting, letting me sit on your lap and you 
were always watching out for me that day."

"Yes, you almost got lost in the shuffle and the crowd."

"I was so happy to see you again last year when...." Her 
voice trailed off.

"I know. I was happy to see you too." I interjected as 
she struggled, recalling the funeral for her step-dad.

"It's more than that," she said quietly. "I had a crush 
on you. All the way from when I first met you and you 
were so nice to me. I kept hoping that I'd see you 
again. I'd even dream about you."

"About me?" I repeated hardly believing where this was 
going.

"Uh-huh. Sometimes I tried to imagine what it'd be like 
to be married to you."

"Okay, that's a little scary."

"Not for me. It was the only bright spot in my days." 
She looked up into my face and smiled. Her smile felt 
like the warmth of Springtime after the dead cold of 
Winter.

"And then you were there for me again when Mom died."

"I wish I had come sooner."

She shook her head. "But you came."

I thought back to that day—that cold, rainy afternoon 
when I picked up Emily from the foster home. "You 
flinched when I touched your knee."

Emily nodded. "I remember that. I'm sorry. It wasn't 
you, it's just that I had been raped the day before and 
all that was still in my mind."

I held her close to me. "I bet it's all still far too 
fresh in your mind now too."

"Maybe," she whispered and melted into my embrace. "But 
it's all okay when you hold me."

I thought about what she was saying as well as all that 
she had been through over the last few years. I wanted 
nothing more than to have a magic wand that would wipe 
away all her sorrow and make her happy for the rest of 
her life. But I was also a little apprehensive about 
finding out that she had a crush on me.

"That's why I didn't wanna listen to pop music," she 
added after a long pause. "I heard too much rock and 
roll from mom and her friends and the stupid foster mom 
only played pop music. I can't stand hearing it now."

"I understand. But there are other types of music."

"Yeah. Maybe I'll find something that I'll enjoy."

I clicked the muted TV off. "Are you about ready to head 
on up to bed?" I asked.

"Maybe. Can I sleep in your bed again tonight?"

I couldn't quite bring myself to say "no" yet. "We'll 
have to work on this, won't we?"

"What?"

"Getting you comfortable again in your own bed."

"Yeah, maybe....." She was quiet for a little longer 
then said, "You remember when you walked in on me last 
year when I was changing?"

"Yes, I do. I felt so embarrassed." Truth be told, that 
image would stay with me forever. She was so innocent 
and cute.

"I'm sorry about that. But, Uncle Shawn?"

"Um?"

"I did it on purpose." She looked up at me to gauge my 
reaction. "I still had a crush on you and I thought that 
the only way a girl could attract a guy would be to show 
some tit or something else."

I shook my head. "And you thought that because that's 
how your mom lived?"

"That and TV and movies and what my friends at school 
said."

"Not the best sources."

"All I had, till you showed up. Now I know differently."

"So how do you get a guy's attention?" I asked, 
wondering what she had learned.

"Just be nice and sweet."

"That would do it," I smiled then kissed her forehead. 
"Bed now. I'm tired."

"You go into work tomorrow?"

I nodded.

"Please take me with you again."

"I will."

And I took her into my bed again that night and held her 
as we both dropped off to sleep. Dangerous? Yes. But she 
needed it and as her guardian and protector, I was bound 
and determined to give her what she needed. Plus, it did 
do me a bit of good too. I drifted off to sleep 
contemplating the news that she once had a crush on me.


-= Chapter 3 =-

I woke up a few times throughout the night because 
sleeping with someone in my bed was a fairly novel 
experience for me. One time I woke and I was cuddled 
into her with her back pressing into my front. I vaguely 
remember feeling my dick swelling with pleasure. Another 
time I woke up on my back with Emily snuggling into me 
and her hand draped over my chest and her leg thrown up 
over my legs. Then I awoke with my butt pressed in tight 
against her crotch and her arms around me, pulling me 
closer into her. It was a very sensual and delightful 
night on one hand. On the other hand it was downright 
stupid and dangerous!

As I awoke to the early light of dawn just beginning, I 
realized that I had my left hand on her breasts and my 
right hand underneath her holding her hips. My dick was 
a rigid as a piece of steel. I started to extract myself 
from her, but she held on to my left hand, pinning it 
against her tits.

"Don't go," she whispered.

"This is very awkward, Emily."

"Uncle Shawn, I think I'm about to start my period."

Okay. That went from awkward to too much information. 
"And how is my staying here gonna help that?"

"I feel like shit," she said softly. "I'm sorry. That 
just came out. But I feel horrible. My back is all stiff 
and everything."

"You need a back rub?"

"Uh-huh."

"Lemme go empty my bladder then I'll come back and rub 
your back."

"Okay. I gotta pee too."

She actually went to a different bathroom than mine and 
I was relieved about that.

A few minutes later she reappeared in my room, naked 
except for her panties. Beautiful tits! Perfectly shaped 
tits capped by medium sized areola and nipples. I was in 
danger of sprouting wood again.

Emily plopped down on my bed, face first and turned her 
head toward me. "Bleah!"

I produced the bottle of lotion and squirted a large dab 
on my hands. "It might be a little cold at first."

She flinched as I first touched her, but relaxed as the 
lotion warmed up.

"That feels good. Thank you!"

"More?" I asked.

"Don't stop."

I continued rubbing her back, pressing firmly into her 
soft skin and slowly realizing that she was incredibly 
sexy. She was oozing sensuality and charisma just by 
laying there on my bed, nude from the waist up. Her skin 
was soft and supple, curvacious in all the right places. 
She wore light purple hip-hugger panties that just 
barely covered her ass crack, but not completely. I 
began spending more time massaging her lower back.

"Yes," she whispered, "That's where it hurts most."

"Here?" I asked touching the small of her back.

"Uh-huh, and lower."

That would be dangerous! But my rational side of my 
brain had retreated to four small neurons each having 
gone on separate vacations. Of course, I would massage 
lower!

"Okay," I said, then pressed firmly into her lower back 
to relax her tight muscles.

Emily sighed and relaxed, sinking more deeply into the 
pillow and the bedding. "That feels so good!"

I put some more lotion on my hands and rubbed the small 
of her back again and pressed down further under her 
panty line. Her skin was so soft, her ass cheeks were so 
supple, and her crack was so inviting—I even let my 
fingers linger within the upper part of her crack as I 
pressed firmly to help relieve her tight muscles.

"Yes!" she whispered. "Keep it up!"

So I kept pressing firmly on her lower back and her ass 
cheeks. I felt my dick grow to full length and even 
beyond, but I kept massaging her back and running my 
fingers over her back and sweet ass checks. I eventually 
moved out beyond her ass and massaged her whole back, up 
along the spine then down along her sides. I felt her 
tits as they blossomed out from under her front. I 
closed my eyes briefly and marvelled at that wondrous 
feeling.

Finally the rational part of my brain woke up and took 
over. "Okay, kid. Why don't you get dressed. I'll get 
some breakfast ready for us. Okay?"

Emily sighed then rolled onto her side. "That sounds 
good."

Her tits looked so absolutely beautifully delicious! It 
took every ounce of my will-power to move away from the 
bed instead of staying there, ogling those delightful 
mounds.

As I started my morning coffee, I heard the sounds of a 
shower running. I took that time to retreat to the 
privacy of the bathroom to relieve my aching dick. Cum 
spurted after only a few tugs on the pole. 

Emily appeared in the kitchen maybe thirty minutes 
later. She smiled at me then sat down at the table. She 
was wearing one of her new shirts and blue jeans with 
her hair back in a braid that started high up on her 
head—A French braid, I believe it was called. Her cheeks 
were a little flushed so I walked over and put my hand 
on her forehead.

"What's that for, Uncle?"

"Just seeing if you have a fever or something. You look 
a little flushed," I replied. "My mom used to do that to 
me when she thought I might be coming down with 
something."

"Oh." Emily looked down and I noticed that she became 
more flushed—Dang! she was blushing. I turned my back 
and the stark reality of *WHY* she was flushed in the 
first place hit me like a ton of bricks. She had just 
frigged herself to happy-land in the shower.

I placed breakfast in front of her then sat down myself. 
"You mentioned that you had a crush on me."

She nodded shyly.

"I guess I gotta ask, do you still have a crush on me?"

Emily looked down at her food and nodded slowly.

I swallowed hard. It made everything a bit weird; but I 
knew that I couldn't berate her for it. "You know that I 
will always love you?"

I waited for her to look up.

"Always," I repeated, looking into her eyes. "And I am 
flattered that you have a crush on me. It makes things a 
bit, um, well, awkward and you know that you can't act 
on your desires in that way."

"I know, Uncle. I really didn't want it to go this far 
but, well, yeah...."

I laughed. "You're noticing how awkward it is, yes?"

She nodded. "But Uncle, I know that we can't do 
anything. Now. And I know that it'd be wrong to force 
you to do something if ya' don't wanna. Damn! I know 
what being forced is like. I don't want anything from 
you except what you're willing to give me."

I looked into her face and weighed what she had just 
said. Weighty words, mature wards, words that were 
measured and far-reaching. I was still contemplating 
them as we drove down to Casper a half hour later. These 
words woke within me a daring hope and desire. She 
wouldn't force me to do anything, but she was willing to 
do anything that I was comfortable with. The stark 
possibilities of such an offer were staggering—jaw-
droppingly unheard of!

And yet, part of me liked it; part of me thought that 
just maybe after a little bit of time that perhaps I'd 
enjoy being a little more intimate with her. Damn! I was 
contemplating plowing my dick in and out of her little 
twat—and I was getting a stiffy just thinking about it.

The rest of the day went fine even though I had this 
weird thought hanging over me—a thought that someday 
(perhaps soon) I would be her lover and bring her to my 
bed for the rest of our lives.

But all of that stayed in my head and never ventured 
out. Emily also seemed a bit more reserved that evening. 
She even tried to sleep in her own bed, although I 
wasn't completely surprised to find her in my bed as I 
woke up in the morning.

"Whatchya doing here?" I whispered as we both awoke 
together.

Emily turned and grasped my neck and back and held on 
tightly. "Uncle!"

"Rough night?" I asked.

She grunted and held me more tightly.

"You know that I don't go in to work today?"

She sighed a very happy and contented sigh and latched 
on to me even more tightly.

"Emily," I whispered. "What am I going do with you?"

"Hold me?"

I drew her in even more closely to my embrace and 
thrilled at her body in close proximity to my own.

We fell asleep in that close proximity for at least 
another hour, entwined in each other's arms and wrapped 
in each other's embrace. I think that I awoke first and 
realized that Emily was pressing in close to me with her 
boobs and her crotch was pressing in close to my own 
groin. My dick was fully involved and excited at the 
potential invitation. It grew and became engorged and 
happy at the prospects of a female close at hand.

Emily merely snuggled in closer to me and held me even 
more tightly. She threw her leg up over my thighs and 
whispered, "I like this!"

I did nothing to dissuade her otherwise, but instead 
enjoyed her close proximity.

A half hour or so later as I stirred and started to get 
up, Emily whispered plaintively, "Don't leave. You are 
so warm!"

But I did leave and I left her there upon my bed as I 
went to ready myself for the day. It was about an hour 
later that Emily extracted herself from my bed and made 
her way down to the kitchen. I had already done a number 
of minor chores around the house and had been out to the 
barn twice.

"I don't think that I've slept in like that before," I 
commented as she plopped down on a chair.

"That's more of how I wish that I could make every 
morning start."

"That's not likely," I replied. "We're on a ranch."

"Yeah, there's that, huh?" She half laughed then asked, 
"So what's up for today?"

"We have to get you registered in school."

She shook her head and wrinkled her brow. "No. Remember? 
You're gonna teach me!"

"Right. And I have to register that and coordinate with 
the school district so that I'm teaching the right 
subjects. Plus they'll be helping out with other sorts 
of things like testing and lab classes."

"So I still have to go to a stinkin' school?"

"Not the same stickin' way you've done it before. But 
you do hafta interact with other people."

She sat still with her lips pursed tightly, pondering 
the new information. She seemed so lovely and 
vulnerable. I did a double take then shook my head. "You 
happen to live on earth. You'll have to interact with us 
earthlings!"

Emily suddenly laughed. "Take me to your leader, 
earthling!"

So I got her all officially enrolled as a student under 
my care, picked up curriculum guides and textbooks then 
drove into Casper to take Emily to the movies and a nice 
restaurant. She positively glowed under my attention.

The return of the school year was good because it gave 
us a focus on something other than the sexual tension in 
the room. Yes, I think that the reality that Emily 
wanted me was there with me most of the time; but with a 
new focus, I was able to push it to the back of my 
thoughts most of the time.

Yet there was a sexual tension that presented itself to 
me most days. I did buy Emily a new swim suit and she 
wore it most of the time—but usually on those day when I 
was not around. When I was there, she preferred to swim 
in the nude—au natural, as she called it—because she 
argued that I would be there to protect her and to 
defend her against any brutes,

I acquiesced and watched from the top of the tower as 
she swam in the nude below. She had long since given up 
trying to entices me to swim in the nude with her. I was 
dutifully trying to be the proper guardian and parent-
like figure in her life. But I was very enthralled by 
her tits and her shapely ass. Finally the days grew 
cooler and by the end of September swimming was a little 
too cool for Emily.

Emily had finished up the preventative antibiotic 
treatment as a precaution against sexually transmitted 
diseases. And the doctor had tested her a few times in 
the following months just to be sure. The good news was 
Emily was disease free and emotionally recovering. She 
still didn't like being left alone on the ranch for 
large periods of time, but would put up with a few hours 
alone here and there. "Just don't make a habit of it," 
she said sternly then laughed.

When she was with a doctor on a follow-up visit, she 
mentioned that her periods really give her bad cramps. 
The doctor wrote out a prescription for "the pill." "It 
really helps keep things lighter with less pain and 
makes things more manageable in that department," she 
said. "Plus, it allows you options if you wanted to 
pursue sexual activity."

Emily told me about that and a little light bulb went 
off in my head. I think it did for her too because she 
took the prescription into her room, made sure I was 
watching then winked at me.

The sheriff informed us that they would need to take a 
deposition from Emily—both for the case against Vinícius 
who was still locked up in the county jail and against 
the thug who had assaulted her in the foster home. "It 
serves both for investigating the crime," the lawyer 
said, "and in lieu of actually testifying in court." 
That was a big plus in my mind.

Over those next months, I tutored her in her studies as 
well as taught her about life on the ranch. She was 
eager to learn and eager to please. She also seemed 
eager to play: sometimes bending provocatively so I got 
a real good look at her tits down her shirt or maybe her 
barely clad ass peeking out from underneath her robe 
after a shower. She was a very tactile child, thriving 
on the touches and hugs that I gave her. And I grew to 
love her closeness too.

It was now early December and Old Man Winter was looking 
to be with us in a big way. I had made a trip into 
Casper and while the interstate was fine, rain made for 
slow traveling on the barely paved state highways. With 
the temperatures dropping, I was certain we'd have our 
first snow by morning. I arrived back at the ranch quite 
a bit later than I had planned and I was expecting to 
find Emily nervously waiting for me and maybe even 
chiding me for not getting back in time. I was 
completely unprepared for her rushing me with a big 
smile as soon as I entered the mud room off the back 
porch.

"Com'on, I gotta show you!"

"Show me what, Emily?"

She stopped pulling on my arm long enough to say, 
"'Member that I was working on something for you?"

I thought back and remembered that prior to her being 
assaulted, she had mentioned that she was making 
something for me. I nodded my head.

"Well, it's done. Wanna see?"

And she pulled on my arm again then led me into my 
bedroom. "See?"

She pointed at my bed and I saw a new blanket covering 
the queen sized bed. Only it wasn't a blanket—it was a 
quilt. And, hey! I recognized some of those squares of 
cloth.

"You made that?" I asked. "How in the world did you do 
it?"

She then explained how she had found my old pile of rags 
and worn clothes plus she had found my mom's old Singer 
sewing machine. I hadn't thought about that old thing in 
years! She spent her alone time planning, designing and 
sewing the quilt together. The blue heart in the center 
made of old jeans was the hardest part, she added, 
because of the thicker fabric and the funny angles to 
sew it at.

"But you knew how to use a sewing machine?"

She nodded, still all smiles. "Learned how last year in 
school."

"Well, I'm impressed. Very impressed."

She smiled then latched onto my arm again. "And that's 
not all. We're having a special dinner tonight."

"What's the occasion?"

"Just something I wanted to do." She kissed my cheek 
then added, "You go get freshened up and changed. It's a 
formal dinner."

So a little later Emily met me at the kitchen door and 
she said, "No, you don't have to do a thing. You go wait 
in the den. I have some appetizers in there for you." So 
she led me to my favorite chair and placed a tray of 
crackers and cheese on the table next to me.

"Anything to drink?" she asked.

"I know exactly what we should have tonight."

"What?"

"I have to go into the pantry to find it."

She got a big smile on her face. "A wine?"

"Yes, a wine." I winked then added, "and you can have a 
taste too."

A little while later, I found my favorite Riesling, 
uncorked it and poured two glasses: mine full and 
Emily's with just a little in the bottom. I was savoring 
the flavor and thinking about how industrious Emily had 
become when she waltzed in. She had changed into a very 
lovely dress—one I hadn't seen before that I could 
recall.

"You like it?" she asked then attempted a formal bow.

"I do. When'd you get this?"

"A couple weeks ago while I was waiting at the mall for 
you."

"Well, when you said a formal dinner, I guess you really 
meant a formal dinner!"

"My dear Uncle Shawn, this is all just a way of saying 
thank you for this last few months. Almost a half year 
together. I am so happy here with you!" Then she spun 
around and her dress flared outward. "Dinner's ready 
now."

"I'll bring the Riesling."

"The what?"

I pointed at the bottle and she nodded.

She led me into the living room where she had a fire 
going in the large stone-lined hearth and the two tall-
backed chairs were pointed toward the fire with a small 
table in front set with two formal place settings and 
two candles. In between the chairs was a small end table 
on which she had placed the food.

"It's really not much," she began.

"I'll be the judge of that. Already, I'm very impressed. 
You did a grand job with everything that I can see. The 
fire is perfect!" I pulled her to me and hugged her then 
kissed her forehead. "You are a very sweet young lady."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Emily pointed to my seat and I sat down as she served up 
our dinner. A well prepared meat loaf with baked potato 
and green beans. "This really looks good, Emily!" I said 
as I waited for her to sit down too.

She did sit and with a smile, she pushed a button on the 
remote to start the CD player. "Dang! this girl's going 
all out, aint she?!" I thought to myself.

"I was kinda glad that you were a little late," she 
began. "It really helped me have time to get this all 
together."

"Well, my compliments to the chef! Ya' hear?"

I handed her the part glass of Riesling then took a swig 
of my own. She followed my lead and took a small taste.

"I like it."

"That may be too bad," I answered. "Hate to have you 
developing a taste for alcohol."

"I tried beer before," she said. "It was gross and 
nasty. Never wanna see or smell it again."

"We could arrange that."

She laughed. It was music listening to her voice. I 
thought back to a half year before—a scared, frightened, 
not talking twelve year old girl, bearing the weight of 
many tragedies. But now, a self-confident fourteen year 
old making her play in the realm of adulthood.

That's when I noticed *what* music she had chosen.

"So you found some tunes that you do like?" I asked.

Her eyes sparkled. "Uh-huh. A couple of girls at school 
were talking about country music and, well, one thing 
led to another, I started listening and I downloaded a 
bunch and made a CD for tonight. You like?"

I listened and smiled. Randy Travis? She could have done 
far worse than that! "I like it," I said finally.

"I almost cried when I first heard this song," she said, 
after taking a bite.

"Really?"

"No, I did cry. It's just so beautiful, isn't it? He's 
gonna love her forever even when her hair turns gray!"

"That is very sweet," I admitted.

Dinner really was good and I was hungry enough that I 
asked for seconds. Emily smiled brightly and dished me 
up another helping.

I noticed then that Tim McGraw was singing—it was a song 
that I heard on and off on the country stations, a sweet 
song about growing old together with his love and 
raising their kids "Where the green grass grows."

"I really like this song too," Emily said. "I listened 
to it probably five times in a row one afternoon."

"Really?" I had no idea that she had become a country 
music lover. And that she was becoming such a 
sentimental romantic.

"Uh-huh. I like that part about every night tucked in 
close to you and raise our kids where the good Lord's 
blessed."

"Are you turning into a romantic?" I was a little 
surprised at how she was coming across—almost like she 
wanted to have my babies right then and there.

"Maybe," she answered and finished her Riesling. "Uncle? 
Do you dance?"

I thought back to high school and the awkward social 
events that we called dances. I held on to a girl and 
wobbled around trying to act like I knew what I was 
doing. Of course, few really knew how to dance then. I 
had attended some parties in college and every so often 
out in Casper there'd be a big shin-dig with square 
dancing or some such. I had gone a few times since it 
was the right neighborly thing to do. But really dance?

"Not much if at all," I finally answered. "What about 
you?"

She shook her head. "Never tried it before." She stood 
up and reached for my hand. "But I found some how-to 
videos on the net and I'd like to try it now. Would you 
dance with me?"

The night grew more romantic.

I stood up and held her in a dance embrace. One arm was 
around her waist and the other hand holding hers. She 
took the cue and slipped her arm over my shoulder—a bit 
of a reach for her since I was six foot even and she was 
maybe five foot three or four. But she fit so nicely 
next to me like that. And she really was dancing—I 
recalled a few moves too to match what she was doing.

"I've never been to a dance before," she whispered.

"I've never been to a private dance before."

She chuckled then laid her head against my chest.

We were slowly dancing to the sounds of a slow country 
ballad for maybe five minutes. I was getting a serious 
boner and I knew that she had to have felt it since she 
was pressed right up next to my front. My arm around her 
slipped lower and rested on her back where her ass began 
to flair out. Damn! I was getting some pretty hot 
thoughts. And her lovely tits where pressed right into 
my abdomen. I had not been this seriously turned on by a 
girl for a long time.

Suddenly the lights flickered and went out. The music 
stopped abruptly. The only light we had was from the 
candles and the fire. And with the music stopped I could 
hear that the wind had picked up and was slinging icy 
rain against the window panes.

Emily jumped a little but I held her close.

"Was this something that you planned for the evening 
too?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Uh, no."

"It'll be out for quite a while. Power doesn't go out 
often out here, but when it does, it's down for a 
while."

"So what do you do?"

"At night, I go around and make sure things are secure, 
make sure plenty of wood is stacked up nearby then go 
off to bed. It'll probably be down close to freezing in 
parts of the house first thing tomorrow."

"Then I'm never getting up!"

"Easy to say till the urge to pee gets too strong." I 
gave her another hug and a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you 
very much for a lovely evening. Let's clean up and get 
things ready."

"Could we sleep out here by the fire?"

"On the floor?" I asked.

"No, bring your mattress out here."

I thought about it for a few moments. It sounded 
practical—and rather romantic. I was intrigued by the 
notion. "Okay, kid. Let's go wrestle it down here."

A little while later, my mattress was in by the 
fireplace and the fireplace was stoked with a couple of 
extra logs. Outside the wind drove the icy pellets hard 
so that they stung the face. The animals in the barn 
were fairing well and were happily fed so we retreated 
back inside, finished cleaning up dinner then sat down 
on the couch to watch the fire. We both had stopped off 
in our own rooms to change into something much more 
comfortable and warm for the rest of the night. I was in 
my flannels and a long, extra thick bathrobe. Emily 
showed up in sweat pants, a baggy sweatshirt and an old 
terry cloth robe that I used to use but had passed it 
along to her a few months before.

"Would you mind if I have another little bit of that 
wine?" Emily asked.

"Okay, just a bit." I poured her a half glass and then a 
full glass for myself. "You know I have a crème brûlée 
recipe that would have been perfect for tonight. It goes 
very well with this wine."

Emily suddenly jumped up and said, "I totally forgot. I 
made a vanilla pudding for dessert!" She hurried off to 
the kitchen then reappeared a few minutes later with 
dessert. "Ta-da!"

"Perfect, Emily! Very impressive evening!"

She sat down next to me and cuddled in close to my side.

We sat and ate the pudding and sipped the Riesling while 
watching the fire in quiet for a long while. I was 
struggling with knowing that Emily still had a crush on 
me and I was losing any resolve to stay innocent in that 
regard. I was very aware of her breast pressing into my 
arm and her hips close to mine. But I really didn't have 
an answer to my lust nor did I know what she was 
thinking.

"That's really cool," Emily suddenly interrupted my 
thoughts. "See how the fire has a green and blue flame 
over there?"

I guess she was still just a young teen at heart. I 
pulled her closer to me and whispered, "I see lots of 
colors and lots of flames. But there's nothing like the 
colors and the flames that I saw blazing in you 
tonight."

Yeah, I know. That was totally over the top and 
unnecessary. But it was exactly what I was thinking.

Emily giggled and grasped my arm more tightly. "Really?"

"Kid, you're the best. That's all there is. And tonight 
has been a very special night."

"I'm glad you liked it."

I kissed the top of her head and whispered, "More than 
liked it. I loved it. Even loved the mood lighting that 
you managed to arrange here at the end."

She laughed. Her voice was so melodious.

"You are so funny, Uncle Shawn."

"You bring it out of me. I'm normally dry and boring. 
Blah-blah-blah all day long."

She laughed again then kissed my cheek. "Somehow, I 
don't think so. You are incredible. I'm so glad you're 
my uncle!"

"And I'm glad you're my niece—or great-niece, as it may 
be."

I took another large swallow of the Riesling then poured 
myself another glass full. "You too?" I asked Emily. She 
nodded and held her mostly empty glass out to me.

"Oh, Emily," I began. "What have you done to me?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you." I kissed her cheek again then continued. "I 
was a happy bachelor, content with my lot in life and 
living a pretty fulfilled life. Or so I thought. Then 
you showed up. Now I am constantly thinking about you: 
what do you want to eat, to wear, to do? I am completely 
consumed with 'Emily' and all that she is!" I hugged her 
more tightly to me then. "And now you made a wonderful 
dinner after telling me that you still have a crush on 
me."

Emily blushed. I saw her face light up red—even in the 
fire light.

"Well, I don't care what they say, I think that you are 
the cutest girl in the world." I knew that my technique 
was very juvenile and puerile. But I was struck by her 
love for me and somehow I wanted to reciprocate.

"I'm getting tired," she said after some time lapsed.

"Will you be warm enough?" I asked.

"If you hold me."

"I'll be right here," I replied.

She smiled and slipped down into the bedding on the 
mattress in front of us, pulling the new quilt up to her 
chin. I smiled at her then added another log or two to 
the fire and blew the candles out. "It's our only source 
of warmth tonight." I added.

"Nuh-uh. You're here. That's my warmth."

I slipped in next to her and immediately luxuriated in 
her soft curves and ample fullness. Her hips were 
definitely on the way to full and feminine. I also felt 
her breasts press into my chest. Dang! They were full on 
womanly and excitingly wonderful! And they pressed right 
up against me and my chest!

"Emily?" I put my arms around this wondrous nymph. "Do 
you still have a crush on me?"

"No," she whispered, then started laughing. "It's far 
beyond that now."

I kissed her forehead then her nose. "You know that what 
we're about to do crosses a line and I could go to 
jail."

"You won't 'cause I won't tell."

I lost all remaining resolve at that point. "I'm yours, 
Emily. Will you be mine?"

"Yes!" she half screamed then hugged me. "Best news 
ever!"

I placed my mouth over hers and began to kiss. She 
wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the 
gesture. I ran my tongue over her lips and they 
immediately opened up and welcomed my tongue within her 
mouth. I had French kissed several girls in collage, but 
I forgot how the electricity can run straight down to 
the dick from the tongue. My rod grew two sizes 
immediately!

"I feel that," Emily whispered in my ear. "I like that!"

"I like it too!"

I put my hands under her sweat shirt and thrilled that I 
felt no bra. Her back was so smooth and soft. "You are 
so incredible," I whispered.

She cooed in response.

That's when I felt the edges of her tits, unencumbered 
by bra or any undergarments. Her skin was so silky. I 
ventured a touch across her ribs and thrilled at her 
tits that were sticking out from her rib cage.

"Emily," I whispered. "You are so incredible! So 
beautiful! I am seriously gasping for air because you 
are so beautiful!"

She giggled and I continued to marvel at her beauty. 
"Emily, I am in awe of your beauty."

"Show me," she whispered.

"Oh, sweet child, you are so alluring!"

She moved one of her hands so that it was under my tee 
shirt.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Your fingers are like ice!"

"Sorry."

"There's really only one sure way to warm them up," I 
said, taking her hand and stuffing it into my drawers. 
"Grab a hold of my dick."

"Really? Won't it be too cold?"

"Not at all. This is one hot rod!"

She took my dick into both of her hands. "It's so 
*warm*!" Then she giggled.

"What?" I laughed. I really felt years younger around 
her.

"I was never into cars before, but now I think I like 
Hot Rods!" She squeezed my dick slightly then laughed 
again. "I like him. Can he play with me tonight?"

"He can play with you whenever you want," I replied and 
sighed. Her hands were so incredible on my member. That 
someone else was touching me—touching ME—was over-the-
top incredible and sensual! Yes, her hands were cold to 
the touch, but my dick was almost a red-hot poker. It 
relished the cool touch and her cold hands. It relished 
feeling someone else wrapping her hands around its 
inflated girth.

"Emily, that feels so incredible!" I sighed again and 
moaned.

"Really?"

"Let me show you."

I then launched my attack on her body in a firm and 
gentle onslaught. I loosened her robe and pulled her 
shirt up so that I could latch my mouth upon her tits. 
Oh! Wondrous nipples and delightful tits they were. She 
let go of my dick as I sucked her tit and nipple into my 
mouth and pulled it hard with suction. I heard her gasp 
so I backed off a little yet still held a bit of her nip 
in my mouth. Her hands flew to the back of my head and 
neck.

"Uncle!" she finally spoke when she found her voice.

I was immediately turned on even more by her cries and 
her hands massaging my head. This young nymph was 
controlling my wishes and my desires!

Her breasts were delightfully full and plump. She was 
mostly on her back and these wondrous inventions stood 
straight up away from her chest and met my face as my 
mouth hungrily licked and kissed each tender square inch 
of real estate. Shadows cast by her tits danced in the 
firelight.

Emily was moaning. I was surprised at how much she was 
into it as I had just started. I kept licking her 
nipples and moved a hand down below to feel under her 
sweat pants and inside her panties. Her legs opened up 
wide in anticipation.

I felt the small bush that adorned the top of her pussy 
then let my fingers trace the outer margins of her outer 
labia. Each were covered with a thin sprinkling of small 
wiry hairs. As I pulled my fingers back up, I let them 
dip into the center of her pussy. It was absolutely 
sopping wet—dripping with her excitement! No wonder she 
was moaning from my licking her tits!

I kept a steady licking and sucking on her breasts as I 
pressed my middle finger against her clit. She responded 
by pushing her hips up to meet my touch. I rubbed my 
middle finger over her clit—her very slick clitoris!—and 
she moaned more and grasped my head more tightly in her 
hands, pressing my face closer into her breasts. I 
sucked harder on the closer nipple and pressed firmly 
against her clit and rubbed the slick button.

She gasped loudly and pulled on my hair, mashing my face 
even closer into her breast. I slipped my finger inside 
her pussy and felt it spasming all around.

Slowly she began to relax her tight grip on my neck and 
head. "Oh, wow!"

Her voice was merely the slow expulsion of air that had 
been pent up behind her climax.

"Yes, Emily?"

"Is it always like that?"

"It can be."

"That was the most incredible ride I have ever been on."

I laughed. "Emily, dear Emily, I am sorry that you had a 
bad introduction to sex. I guess I wish that I could 
have been your first."

"No, you were!" Emily was suddenly all over me, kissing 
my face and hugging me close to her tits. "You were the 
first, Uncle."

I caught my breath. "How so?"

"Those bastards just fucked me. You were the first to 
make love to me."

"I haven't even started."

She kissed me again. "I know. Do it!"

"Emily?" I kissed her in return, dwelling long in the 
joy of her warm lips. "I'm so glad that you understand 
the difference between a fuck and making love. Because I 
love you."

"I know," she replied, her face was radiant in the 
firelight. "And I love you."

I rolled over so I was nearly completely on top of her. 
"Are you ready for me to be *in* you?"

"Yes!" she squealed and hugged me tightly.

I pulled her sweat pants all the way off and she slipped 
out of her sweatshirt as I finished slipping my baggy 
pants off.

"My dear niece," I whispered into her ear as I 
positioned myself above her. "My dear Emily!"

My dick was engorged far beyond where I had felt it in 
recent times. It was already leaking precum in sheer 
happiness at the prospect. Emily had opened her legs 
wide for me to lay between and I now positioned myself 
above her with my dick nearly at the entrance to her 
pussy.

"This changes everything, Emily," I whispered.

"No, it makes everything better!"

"Then I'm yours, my dear Emily!"

And I rubbed my dick head across the front of her cunt 
and felt how slick and juicy it already was. I placed my 
dick head at that wondrous entrance and pressed forward 
slightly.

"Yes!" Emily whispered as my dick pressed into her 
intimate parts.

She was so slick already that my cock slipped deep into 
her depths with no resistance at all.

"Oh, uh!" she answered as I slipped into her waiting 
pussy.

Her pussy was so wet and willing. It was so tight and 
inviting! I slipped deep into its depths and bottomed 
out with my balls slapping against her ass.

"Uncle Shawn!" she finally vocalized. "Oh!"

I couldn't contain myself. I went primal—I slammed my 
dick into her pussy then withdrew it only to slam it 
hard into her depths again. Again and again! In and out—
back and forth. Each time as I bottomed out in her cunt, 
I heard her grunt as though I was forcing the air out of 
her lungs. Suddenly I felt the jism boiling up from 
within my balls. I slammed my dick deep into her pussy 
and held it there as the cum spurted out, volley after 
volley of thick, creamy cum. She clung tightly to my 
back and arched her hips up to meet mine.

I collapsed on her, barely holding my weight above her 
frame.

I was slowly aware that she was crying. Sobbing 
actually.

"Emily, Emily. Are you okay?"

She nodded but continued crying.

"What's wrong?" My dick was rapidly going limp within 
her vagina.

"Nothing," she finally replied. "I'm so happy that 
you're in me. That's all!"

I flexed my dick and shuddered slightly. "I am very 
happy that I'm in you too."

I left my dick in her and was surprised that it hadn't 
faded away completely yet. Her pussy's tight grip held 
my cock in place and probably kept the blood from 
leaving as fast. I cradled her head in my arms and 
gently kissed her cheeks which were wet from her tears.

"I'm so sorry that you had such bad experiences with sex 
before," I whispered.

Emily sniffed and her nose squeaked. She laughed then 
said, "I'm bawling like a baby, aren't I?" She took a 
deep breath then said, "I still consider this my first. 
You are my first, Uncle Shawn."

"I'm happy."

"All the other times someone forced me, raped me, or 
fucked me. Not today." She kissed my lips. "No, today I 
gave myself to you and you made love to me. I made love 
with you. Never felt anything so wonderful before. 
Ever." She wiped her eyes and laughed again. "And that's 
why I'm crying. I'm so happy."

I suppose that made sense somehow. It actually made 
sense to me then too. I kissed her lips and she slowly 
sucked my lips into her mouth. I felt the tingle of 
excitement travel through my body again and my semi-
erect dick, still within her love box, twitched and grew 
in anticipation.

"I felt that," she laughed then kissed me again. "You 
wanna do that again?"

"I can't believe it!" I whispered. "You sexy nymph!"

"What?" she laughed.

"Guys normally don't shoot their wad and stay rigid like 
this. I think it's your fault."

"So, what if it is my fault?" she replied playfully. 
"Whatchya gonna do about it?"

"This." I flexed my now nearly fully engorge rod and 
slammed it deep inside of her.

"Oooh. I could deal with that."

"Oh, you could, huh?" I rolled so I was on my back and 
she was on top of me, riding my insanely rigid dick like 
a cowgirl. "How bout you ride the bucking bronco for a 
while?"

Emily sat up and wedged her pussy down onto my dick then 
placed her hands on my shoulders. "Yeah, wow! This feels 
so good."

She lifted up slowly then slowly settled back down. My 
dick was loving her tight pussy walls, well lubricated 
by her excitement and my jism. I was now lying on her 
robe—for that I was very glad as I could feel all the 
cum from my first load leaking out over my dick and 
balls.

As she got into the rhythm of being in control of making 
love, I reached up and felt her tits—her incredibly taut 
and wondrous teen tits. She moaned as my fingers played 
over her nipples. She kept up a slow, methodical rhythm 
for quite a while—must have been at least five to ten 
minutes. My dick was fully engorged and I could feel the 
faint rumblings of another cum-filled eruption beginning 
to simmer in my balls. Emily had picked up the pace and 
was straining to find her next orgasm. I leaned forward 
and took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. That did 
it. She gasped and slammed her pussy down on my nearly 
quivering rod. Her nipple slipped from my mouth and as 
she collapsed on my chest, her cunt spasmed tightly 
around my dick and that put me over causing me to erupt 
in another powerful cum. She lay still on top of me for 
a long while as we both caught our breath and returned 
down from the rush of orgasmic bliss.

This time my dick slipped out of her quickly. 

A little later I remember that she slipped off my chest 
and cuddled in next to me and I curled up next to her, 
holding her in a gentle embrace.

Sometime late I awoke to find that she was straddling me 
and my dick was deep inside her pussy. I woke up to the 
luxuriant feel of sex happening to me. I reached up to 
feel her soft skin above me and then thrilled at the 
touch of her ass and hips. A short time later I blew my 
load and she collapsed on top of me again.

Much later I woke to the realization that the fire had 
died down. I stirred myself to stoke the fire then 
returned to lie beside this incredible nymph. She turned 
toward me and I marveled at the swell of her hips and 
the feel of her curvaceous ass beneath my fingers. 
Shortly after that, I realized that I was atop of her 
and thrusting my dick in and out of her ready and 
willing pussy. A brief time later, I collapsed around 
her and we embraced, face to face, with my dick still in 
her pussy.

I vaguely remember her kissing my face and embracing my 
neck, but I fell asleep very soon after that and didn't 
awake till the light of dawn had obviously played out 
over our house.

Emily stirred first and I awoke. The fire was low and I 
moved to get out of our bed.

"You going?"

"Just gotta put more wood on the fire."

"Come back soon," she pleaded, touching my thigh with 
her hand.

I added several more logs then joined her again in the 
bed. She latched onto me and hugged me tightly as I 
faced her. She was so sweet and soft; her tits were 
pressed tight up against my chest and her arms were 
encircled around my neck and back. My dick stirred a 
little at the prospects before I fell asleep again. (The 
reality was that I was plum tuckered out by this vixen!)

We both woke up about the same time. The bright light of 
dawn shining on new snow filtered in through the window 
and the dying embers of the fire barely cast any shadow 
at all. Emily was entwined about me with one of her arms 
over my side and the other tucked underneath her chin. I 
too had one arm over her side and was reveling in the 
wondrous feel of the swell of her ass and the supple 
shape of her butt cheeks. Glorious butt cheeks and 
delightful crack!

Emily stirred and grunted.

"You awake now?"

"My head is throbbing."

I suddenly remembered all the adult beverages that she 
had consumed. "I have a solution for you. Do you like 
coffee?"

"Bleah," she replied and snuggled in closer to me.

"I have something else," I whispered as I kissed her 
head. I thrilled at her touch and luxuriated in running 
my hands over her naked back, spine and ass.

"What?"

"Wait here. I have to stoke the fire and I'll get you 
something to help that headache."

Several minutes later I had the fire brightly burning 
and licking the sides of fresh logs. I also had a glass 
of Pepsi and a small square of extra dark chocolate. I 
had stumbled upon the concept of caffeine and dark 
chocolate in synergy to overcome the effects of a 
hangover. And a hangover is exactly what Emily was 
suffering.

"Here you go," I spoke quietly. "Eat this and drink the 
soda. You can go back to sleep if you want, but it'll 
help you."

She ate the chocolate and drank the soda then curled up 
on the mattress and fell asleep again. I kissed her 
cheek then moved into the kitchen to start my version of 
caffeine before I did my morning oblations.

It was over an hour later that Emily appeared in the 
kitchen. She was clothed in her robe and she had an 
extra blanket around her shoulders. 

"Hi," she slowly said.

"Welcome back to reality, dear niece."

She walked up to me and hugged me. "I like that."

"What?" I asked playfully.

"You called me dear. That's nice."

"You are my dear. That's all there is to it."

She snuggled up close to me and I rejoiced in her 
proximity: her boobs pushing into my chest and her arms 
around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her and felt 
her curves beneath the robe. Her robe was soft but I was 
remembering the actual feel of her skin as I gently 
rubbed her ass.

"How's your head?"

"Better, thanks. I think it worked."

"Hungry now?"

"Uh-huh."

Breakfast was eggs and toast, cooked over the old wood 
stove I kept in the kitchen for just such occasions. 
Afterwards, we went riding around on horses to see how 
the rest of the ranch was faring. It was a light 
snowfall—just a couple of inches—but there was mud 
underneath the snow and a cold breeze hinting of a deep 
freeze for the coming night.

Joe came by the ranch house about noon and commented 
that the power was out in several places and my road was 
probably the last to get fixed up. "It was a couple of 
kids out for a lark that took the pole out. Durn lucky 
they didn't get killed. I'm really surprised they were 
able to drive their pickup away."

Emily had been standing quietly nearby suddenly nodded 
and said, "I knew lots of kids like that. Stupid, crazy 
ideas and luckier than dirt."

Joe smiled and looked Emily in the eye. "You've really 
changed, ma'am. And for the better too." Joe looked back 
at me and added, "Remember me telling ya' that being a 
guardian would change ya'?"

I nodded, recalling that conversation just before I flew 
out to rescue Emily.

"Looks like I didn't tell the whole story. It's changed 
ya' both."

"I think you were right, Joe." And I was glad he didn't 
know just *how* much it had changed us.

After he left, Emily wrapped her arms around me and 
whispered, "I could sure use some more of your 
attention."

I held her close and thought about just how much 
everything had changed. And suddenly staying on the 
ranch was not a high priority. "Emily? Christmas is in a 
couple of weeks. What do you say we go somewhere else 
for Christmas?"

"I don't care where as long as it's with you," she 
whispered.

"Check."

She laughed. "And stay in your room."

"Check."

"And in your bed." She giggled.

"Then we might as well stay home, huh?"

She shook her head. "Where were you thinking?"

"Hawaii."

"Really?" she squealed. "Honestly!?"

I was able to arrange a trip to Hawaii—Oahu and Maui—
even though it was so last minute. Ten days of tropical 
bliss. Ten days of non-stop Emily. Ten days of waking up 
to sex and going to sleep after sex. Ten days of 
passionate and tender love-making. It was disappointing 
coming home to "regular" life, and I suppose that Emily 
had the hardest adjustment since she couldn't talk about 
any of her new-found joys with any of her friends. Being 
fourteen and living with an older lover was not 
something that society would take kindly to.

We did find our grove and she finished her ninth grade 
year very well. She had a knack for doing things and 
took to ranch life very well. I taught to drive the 
pickup around that next summer and she was pulling her 
weight in work very well. Joe and the other men looked 
out for her like she was a little sister—I think the 
brutality of Vinícius' attack on Emily and the strong 
way that she was fighting him back worked in her favor. 
It also helped that Joe and the others were all married 
men—didn't mind a little teasing here and there, but 
could always get their nookie somewhere else. That and 
they had children at home. Joe once told me that the 
image of Emily pinned under that brute was one that 
still made his anger boil.

But Emily plays it all very well. She acts like she's my 
daughter sometimes and other times my niece, but after 
dark we change roles: I am her lover and she is my 
vixen. We never sleep alone anymore.

She told me recently that she was thinking about 
stopping the pill for a while. "Just to see if my 
periods are less crampy than they used to be," she said 
with a smile. "And you know I'm getting close to 
eighteen now. Never know what else might happen."

"I know what else will happen," I said in mock 
seriousness.

"What?"

"I'm gonna eat you just like usual and then squirt your 
insides full of my cream."

She rushed me and surrounded me with her wonderful hug. 
Her tits, now a comfortable C cup, still had a youthful 
vitality and gravity defying lift. They pressed into my 
chest—a little higher up that when she first moved out 
to the ranch since she had grown to about five foot 
four.

She kissed me and whispered, "I was hoping you'd say 
that, then you could be a daddy!"

My dick sprang up at the thought and at her proximity.

She rubbed my crotch. "I felt that. Wanna make a baby 
now?"

I was so in love with this nymph named Emily.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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