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Introduction:

In the middle of the worst storm in decades, my niece arrived at my door seeking shelter.

Author's note: This story was written based on a theme and general outline given to me by Funnyway. The writing and most of the details are mine... but the idea behind it is all hers. If you enjoy reading it, you should definitely check out her stories as well, and give her a few likes and comments while you're at it.

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I drove slowly down the pitch-dark residential street, peering to see through the heavy sheets of rain, fighting the wheel against the intermittent gusts of wind that threatened to send me into the rows of cars parked against the curbs. Getting home had been a nightmare; it was the worst storm anyone could remember, and at least half of the city was without power. But finally the edge of my headlights found the entrance to my driveway up ahead! I pulled in, grabbed my briefcase from the passenger seat, and ran as quickly as I could to my front door, dashing inside. I tested the switch on the wall, just to be sure, but of course my lights were as dead as the streetlamps outside. At least it was a Friday. I swear, it was going to take a literal act of God to get me out of the house again any time before Monday morning!

I slipped off my shoes, and felt my way along the wall to the kitchen, retrieving the big storm-candle and matches I always kept above the stove. It wasn't much light—but the human eye doesn't need much, not nearly as much as you'd think. Afghanistan had taught me that.

At first I thought it was a tree branch, driven against the side of the house by the wind. But it was too regular for that; someone was knocking at my door! Who in the hell would be out there in weather like this?

I grabbed the candle with my left, drawing the reassuring weight of my pistol from my hip with my right. If this was some dumb-ass, wanna-be looters, I swore... they'd just picked the wrong fucking house to try to rob! I walked up carefully, silently, approaching from the side, and passed the candle flame back and forth in front of the peep hole. No answering gunfire through the door, so that was a good sign. I risked a glance then, but of course couldn't see shit. Nothing else for it; I stood back, readied myself, and opened the door.

“Willow?” I gasped, my eyes going wide as I recognized my niece. She was drenched to the skin, no jacket, her school bag slung over one shoulder, wearing nothing but a little plaid skirt, and a simple white dress shirt. Theoretically white. Soaked through as it was, it may as well have been transparent! Her small, perky, braless round breasts and tiny pink nipples as visible as if she'd been entirely topless!

“H—hey, Un—Uncle Eli,” she chattered, her lips blue from the cold.

“Jesus, girl! Get in here!What the hell do you think you're doing, going out in weather like this?” I demanded, holstering my gun and pulling her inside, my eyes reflexively scanning the darkness before I shut the door behind her. “You look like a half-drowned cat!”

“I... I... ” she couldn't even form a sentence, her teeth were chattering so much.

“Never mind...” I sighed, shaking my head. “Come here, we need to get you warmed up!”

“Y—you'll g—get w—w—wet!” She shook her head, her hands pushing against my chest as I tried to draw her into my embrace.

“I've been wet before... I assure you, I'm not going to melt!” I grinned down into her beautiful green eyes, overpowering her feeble attempt to resist. I took her bag from her shoulder and set it aside on the floor, holding her tight against my chest, rubbing my hands up and down her back. “What the hell did you think you were doing, girlie?” I asked in exasperation, bending to kiss her in her soft, wet brown hair. “Going out in a storm like this... You have another fight with your mom, tonight?” That seemed to be happening more and more often, of late. Mothers and teenage daughters... they were like matches and gasoline!

“D—didn't... I—I...”

“Shhh,” I quieted her. “Whatever it is, it can wait until your teeth stop trying to shake themselves out of your jaw.”

She nodded, and allowed herself to relax against my chest. It took quite a while, but eventually she recovered enough that she was able to speak.

“It was so stupid...” she sighed. “Mom's taking a weekend trip... with Chad,” she said the name like it was something she'd just found stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Willow had never been a fan of her mom's choice of dates! “Which would have been fine! I was finally going to have the house all to myself, for once! Only... I stayed up too late last night, and I overslept my alarm. I was in such a rush, trying not to be late for school... I forgot my stupid key! I was just going to wait until you got home, to let me in... but then the rain started...”

“Oh, sweetie...” I sighed, kissing her hair again. “Why didn't you call me! I could have come home earlier, if I'd known!” Her key, I could see her forgetting. But she'd be as likely to leave her head behind as she was to go anywhere without her cell phone.

“I... I didn't want to be a pain. If you were busy, with work. Or... or if you were out, on a date.”

“Oh, sweetheart...” I shook my head. “I could be neck-deep with the entire Cowboys cheer squad, and the moment you need me I'm still going to come running! Don't you get that by now?”

Willow was not, technically speaking, my niece. She was Spud's daughter—Corporal Michael Spadowski, my best friend. Dude saved my life more times than I care to count. He'd say I saved his, too... and I guess I did. All but that last time. The time it really mattered. I came home, he didn't. So I left the Army, and bought the little house just down the street from theirs, to help look after his wife and girl. I'd do anything, for either of them. Especially for Willow. I owed it to Spud.

“Really?” she giggled, blushing as she nuzzled against my chest. “The entire squad?”

“Well... I'm not saying I wouldn't toss one or two of them over my shoulders, and bring them with me when I came running...” I teased, making her laugh. “Think you're ready to brave the rain again, so I can go let you in? You can borrow one of my jackets, I'll come get it back from you after the weather breaks.”

“Do you think... maybe I could stay here for now, instead?” she timidly asked. “I... with all this wind, and rain...”

“Of course, sweetie. You don't have to explain,” I kissed her hair again. “Hell, I'm grateful for the company! I don't much care for being alone when it's storming out either!” That was a lie... but a small one. I didn't want her thinking she was an imposition. And storm or no storm, I would enjoy her company, that much was true. “Now... why don't we get you down into the den? I'll get a nice fire going, and we can see about getting you properly dried off and warmed the rest of the way up?”

She nodded, and let me lead her downstairs. The houses in the area were all quite small, their designs outdated by more modern standards, but that wasn't always a bad thing. My den was my favourite room. It had comfortable couches, a big-screen tv, and an iron fireplace against one wall which I rarely had a good excuse to use. But I sure was grateful for it tonight! It took barely a moment for me to toss in some dried, split wood and get a fire started, leaving the doors open for the extra light. I left Willow there as I hurried back upstairs, candle in hand, stowing my gun in my safe and grabbing an armful of my biggest, fluffiest towels from my bathroom, as well as one of my old t-shirts and a pair of draw-string basketball shorts from my dresser, before heading back downstairs.

“Okay sweetie, time to get you out of those wet clothes...” I told her as I arrived. I expected her to go into the small guest bathroom just off the den. I did not expect her to just stand up and turn away from me, and to start stripping right there in front of the fire!

I tried to look away... but my eyes kept drifting back. She was such a tiny, slender little thing, and the soft orange light looked incredible on her pale, flawless skin! God, I felt like such a creep! She was so innocent! She was just changing in front of the fire, where it was warmest! That was all! But I swear... it was the most amazing, sensual thing I'd ever seen in my life! She didn't even realize it, either, that much was clear. And the fact that she didn't, that she wasn't trying to be seductive... only made it even hotter!

I swallowed nervously, the shame and guilt roiling my guts as I stared at the soft, slender curves of her back. At the tiny little dimples just above her waist, on either side of her spine. And then... the skirt came off, too. And the tiny, yellow cotton panties she was wearing underneath. She had the tiniest, most amazing little ass... finally I found the strength to look away, unable to bear it.

“Umm...” she said, and I slowly turned back. She was twisted around at her waist, shyly smiling at me, one arm across her chest to hide her nipples, the other extended towards me.

“Oh, uhh... right. Sorry,” I said, offering her the towels. She started drying herself... drying herself everywhere! A bolt of lightning could have struck the house in that moment, and I wouldn't even have noticed, as I watched the soft, fluffy fabric passing back and forth through the gap between her slender little thighs! She dropped the towel, and I handed her the t-shirt, which she quickly slipped on, reaching in through the neck to pull through her hair, letting it fall damply against her back. Was there anything in the world hotter than a girl with loose, damp hair? Not in my book, there wasn't! I handed her the shorts, too. She took a long look, biting her lip... and dropped them on top of the towel. Well... I suppose that was okay. My t-shirt was like a tent on her already, coming down nearly to mid-thigh.

“I'm afraid supper options are limited, with no power,” I told her. “But I have leftover pizza, in the fridge, if you're okay with eating it cold.”

“I'm always good with pizza, cold or otherwise,” she agreed, smiling bashfully. She tried to come with me, to help, but I wouldn't hear of it, insisting she stay by the fire to finish warming up. I collected her clothes and the towel she'd used, leaving the others in case she wanted them for her hair, and went upstairs again. We couldn't use the drier, obviously, so I laid them out over the shower rod in the main bathroom. And... I couldn't help myself, I just had to know! I held her panties to my nose, inhaling deeply. They mostly just smelled like rain... but there was a deeper, sweeter scent. One that was hers alone.

“God... what the fuck do you think you're doing? Asshole!” I swore at myself under my breath, shaking my head as I laid her panties out next to her skirt. I could not be thinking like this! She was young! Innocent! She was Spud's daughter... I'd bounced her on my knee when she'd still been in diapers, for fuck's sake!

'She's not in diapers now...' the deepest part of my mind chimed in against my will. 'You watched her blowing out the candles on her birthday cake, just last month. She's legal, now...'

“Not for me, she's not!” I growled at myself. That part of my mind... it didn't belong here. Not in this life. It was all instincts, and reflexes. It didn't care about little things like morality, and long-term consequences. It didn't care about the difference between what was right, and what was wrong. That part of me had kept me alive, when I needed it to... but that was all that it was good for—evolution in a nut-shell. The only things it cared about were keeping me breathing... and passing on my seed.

'She's young. Healthy. Fertile. She could have our babies. Lots of them.'

“Fuck you!” I growled again.

'Yes! Exactly!'

I clenched my hands into fists, forcing myself to focus on my breathing, slowly counting to twenty. I returned to the kitchen, grabbing the pizza box and two cans of root beer. It was Willow's favourite, so I always kept a few on hand. Normally, I'd have taken a real beer instead. But alcohol lowers inhibitions, and that was the last thing I needed at the moment!

“I was afraid you'd gotten lost,” she teased, and I came to sit with her on the couch, trying not to stare at the long, tempting expanse of thigh showing beside me.

“Just hanging your clothes up to dry. They're on the shower rail in the main bathroom off the hall.”

“Oh! Okay, thanks. I wasn't thinking about that... I guess no power means no clothes dryer, hunh?”

“No lots of things,” I confirmed. “On the plus side, it's a perfect excuse to eat all the ice-cream in the freezer. I'm just leaving it in there until we're ready, so the fire doesn't melt it.”

“Mint chocolate chip?” she asked hopefully.

“Is there any other kind?”

She giggled, leaning happily against my side, resting her head against my shoulder as we ate.

“This is nice,” she sighed contentedly. “Mom always likes having the tv on, while we eat. It's nice to just... sit.”

“I know what you mean,” I smiled. And... screw it! I wrapped my arm around her back, holding her close and kissing her in her hair. There was nothing wrong with that!

We talked. Mostly about school; what she'd been learning recently, which teachers she liked and which she didn't. What sort of classes she thought she might like to take, when she started university in the fall. She asked me about my work, and I told her what I could. Not because it was classified, or sensitive... just because it's mostly pretty boring, if you're not the one doing it. I started my own little private security firm, after I left the Army. Mostly corporate stuff; threat assessments, consulting on security layouts and procedures, how make the most of the security you can afford on a limited budget... that sort of thing. I had some private clients, too; mostly rappers, worried about their endless lyrical beefs eventually turning physical. You pray for boring, doing my kind of work; any time it isn't boring, the shit has already hit the fan. I got free concert tickets sometimes, that was a perk Willow always enjoyed—but other than that, there really wasn't much to tell. But it was sweet of her to ask.

By the time we finished off the ice cream it was already getting late. I found her a spare toothbrush, grabbed extra pillows and blankets from the closet in the hall, and settled her in on the couch in the den before heading up to my room. Not ideal, but the other two bedrooms I used as an office and a gym, not guest-rooms. But I knew she'd be comfortable down there, with the fire to keep her warm and cozy. She'd probably get a better night's sleep than I would, truth by told... my inner, sex-obsessed subconscious was already promising to keep me up half the night, torturing me with impossible fantasies of what I could never allow myself to have! I brushed my teeth, stripped to my boxers, blew out my candle and climbed into bed.

“Umm... Uncle Eli?” I opened my eyes to her knocking maybe ten minutes later, to see Willow standing there nervously in my doorway holding her cellphone as a light. “Umm... do you think, actually... maybe it would be okay if I slept in here with you tonight, instead?”

No. No no no no! That was a terrible idea! But before I could figure out how to say no gently, an especially loud and violent burst of wind struck the house, the noise making her flinch.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” I smiled as reassuringly as I could, hiding my dread. “Climb right in.”

“Thanks,” she smiled with relief, putting her phone on my nightstand and slipping in under the covers, twisting to face the same way I was and scooting herself backwards into my arms. Oh, God... she was squirming to get comfortable, her perfect, naked little ass rubbing against my cock through my boxers! This was torture! I'd already been hard as a fucking rock, just from thinking about her falling asleep downstairs! This was more than any man could be expected to take!

“I, uhh...” I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat. “I'm not quite sure where to put my hand.” It was on her hip, at the moment. Her naked, soft, unbelievably sexy little hip.

“This can't be the first time you've ever let a girl spend the night in your bed!” she giggled. “Just... put it wherever you normally would, to be comfortable as you're falling asleep!”

“Bad idea, sweetie,” I chuckled. “That would mean putting it on your breast.”

“So? Do that, then!”

“Willow!” I gasped in shock.

“What?” She laughed. “It's just a boob, Uncle Eli! There isn't anything special about it! It's just skin, and fat... it isn't any different than anywhere else you touch me! Not really. Not when you think about it.”

“Willow...”

“Here, give me your hand!” She took my hand from her hip, pulling it upwards along her skinny, hot little tummy, up under her shirt, and onto her breast. She held it there, firmly, her palm on the back of my hand, making me squeeze. “Isn't that better? More comfortable? I love feeling your arm wrapped around me like this! It makes me feel so warm, and safe... doesn't it feel good for you, too?”

“Of course it does, sweetie, but...”

“But nothing! My butt's on the other end! And you can grab that too, if you like!” she giggled sweetly at her own joke. “Seriously, Uncle Eli... it really is just a boob. It's no big deal... literally! It's barely even a boob at all, it's so small!”

“It's perfect, Willow! It's absolutely perfect, and don't you ever let anybody tell you different!”

“Do you really mean that?” she quietly, bashfully asked. “I mean... don't you think they'd look better, if I got implants? I'm old enough, now, and I've been saving up from babysitting—”

“Don't you dare!” I interrupted her. “Over my dead body will you ever be getting fake tits! Your dad would roll over in his grave! Don't you even think about it!”

“But—”

“No buts!” I interrupted her again. “It's not happening. When God sculpts a masterpiece, you don't go fucking it up trying to improve on perfection! That's that, end of discussion!”

“Okay... Okay, Uncle Eli. I won't. I promise,” she timidly murmured, cowed by the vehemence of my objection. Fake tits! Of all the ridiculous, nonsensical ideas I'd ever heard... We settled down to sleep, my hand still held lovingly to her breast under hers.

“Uncle Eli?” she quietly asked, maybe five minutes later.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Do you... do you really think they're as good as you said?”

“Even better, sweetie,” I kissed the back of her head, giving her a loving little squeeze as emphasis. “Why, if I was a boy your age, and not your uncle...”

She giggled sweetly, squirming and playfully shimmying her ass against my crotch, until I gave her a pinch on her perfect little nipple, making her squeak! She settled down after that, and I returned to comfortably squeezing her in my hand. “Nighty night, Uncle Eli! Love you!”

“Love you too, sweetie! Good night!”

***

When I woke the next morning, I was alone. It took me a good thirty seconds to get my brain back into gear, blinking against the daylight streaming in through my bedroom windows, half convinced that last night had been a dream. But then I woke up enough to recognize the sound I'd been hearing; I rolled over in bed, and looked through the open door of my bathroom. Willow was taking a shower.

She'd left the door open, for me to watch her... But no. Of course she hadn't done that! I glanced at my alarm clock, and it was still completely blank. The storm had finally broken sometime last night, but they hadn't restored power to our area yet. No power meant no light for her to shower by if she closed the door; none of the bathrooms in this old house had windows, only ventilation fans to remove moisture. Yet another reason to leave the door open, since those fans also wouldn't be working at the moment.

I couldn't help but stare... she was a vision! My bathroom only had a shower, not a tub; if you wanted a bath you had to use the main one, off the upstairs hall, where I'd left her clothes to dry. The shower was a little on the smaller side, but it was a walk-in, with swinging glass doors, not a shower curtain, and it was in the back corner, in a straight line directly through the door from my bed. I could see everything! She was swaying her hips, turning round and round under the spray... dancing, almost. Then I heard it; her high, beautiful voice, belting out the chorus! She was dancing, and singing as well! I just hadn't been able to hear her over the sound of the shower before then.

I watched her, utterly enraptured, as she washed and conditioned her hair, soaped and rinsed her skin. And then... I held my breath as I watched her pick up the little pink shower razor my last girlfriend had left behind when we'd broken up. Willow rooted around through the rest of the bottles on the shelves in there, until she found the accompanying gel. I watched her as she shaved her adorable little armpits, and her long, slender legs. And then, after biting her lip and thinking about it for a moment... I watched her starting to apply the gel to her luscious brown bush, as well! Swipe by swipe it slowly started to disappear, until she'd made herself as fresh and smooth as the day she'd been born! She was staring critically down at herself, touching herself, searching for any stray hair she may have missed. Finally satisfied, she set the razor back where she'd found it... and that's when she started to play!

Oh, God... I could barely believe what I was seeing! My gorgeous, nubile young niece, masturbating right in front of me... and having no idea I was watching her do it! That shower... you could see in just fine, looking from a distance, but up close the steam distorted everything when you were trying to see out. I doubted she could even tell which direction I was facing in the bed, much less whether I had my eyes open or not! Until I started making noise, or moving around, she'd logically assume I was still asleep.

She had one hand between her thighs, the other one going back and forth between her breasts, squeezing them tight... and pinching her nipples, too! Every time she did it, it made her shudder, and gasp! I thought back to when I'd done the same thing to her the night before. I'd meant it playfully, just using it as a way to make her stop grinding herself against my crotch! But... had I inadvertently reminded her of one of her favourite masturbation techniques? Had I accidentally made it sexual for her, when that had been the exact thing I'd been trying so hard to avoid?

Her thighs started shaking as I watched, her skinny little hips jerking forward and back, mindlessly, instinctively fucking herself on a nonexistent cock as she squealed into the air. She was panting, gasping for breath, her perfect, round little tits heaving on her chest! She let the water run over her for another few minutes while she calmed down, giving herself a thorough rub between her thighs to wash away any lingering evidence of what she'd just made herself do, before turning off the water and climbing out. I closed my eyes, watching her only through a gap between my lashes now as she started drying herself off; couldn't rely on the steam to keep me hidden anymore! She stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes more, posing and preening, admiring her new, freshly-shaved look. I was admiring it too! Then she came into my room again and went straight for my dresser, rifling through my drawers until she found a new t-shirt she liked, and slipping it on. This one was significantly shorter than the last, I couldn't help but notice; it barely even reached to the bottom of her ass! She lifted her arms, pulling her still-damp hair out through the neck of the shirt, and that much movement alone was enough to raise the hem, flashing me a glimpse of her adorable, smooth little pussy lips through the gap between her thighs!

God... how did she not realize what she was doing to me? She was so naturally, unintentionally sexy... I couldn't let myself keep thinking like this! Last night had been a mistake. Letting her share my bed with me, letting her convince me to put my hand on her breast, to cuddle her closer as we were falling asleep... What had I been thinking? It didn't matter that she'd been so scared of the storm, traumatized by being caught out in it alone, unable to find shelter. Spud would feed me to a wood chipper, and he'd be right to do it! Thinking about his daughter this way... it was so, so wrong!

Before I knew what she was intending, Willow suddenly threw herself to land on the bed behind me, bouncing on the bed springs beside me to wake me up.

“Wakey, wakey!” she giggled, throwing her arm across me and stretching up to give me a soft kiss on my cheek. “Time to get up, Uncle Eli!”

“Mmm... Morning, sweetie,” I stretched, feigning a yawn as I twisted onto my back to look at her. That may have been a mistake; she flopped herself halfway on top of me, wriggling and snuggling against me through the blanket, her leg somehow finding a gap and insinuating itself between mine. “What time is it?”

“Not sure. Doesn't matter!” she giggled again. “The power's still out, but the storm's over, and the sun's out. But you know what I was thinking?”

“What's that?” I asked, grinning despite myself. I couldn't help it; she was such a bright, beautiful little girl, her good moods were absolutely infectious!

“I was thinking, we could spend all day right here in bed, reading together!” she said. “With the power out, the windows in your bedroom get the best sunlight in the entire house! What do you think? You're always telling me I'm welcome to come over and raid your bookshelves any time I want... Maybe you can pick one for me to read today? Or...” she bit her lip, suddenly looking timid. “Or maybe, you'll finally let me read your book, instead?”

“I don't know, sweetie...” I felt a sudden pit in my stomach. “My book...”

“You do know I'm going to read it eventually no matter what, don't you?” she reasoned. “As soon as you're done arguing with your publisher... I'm going to be the first one in line to buy my copy! And you'd better sign it for me, too! 'To the bestest niece ever! Love, your Uncle Eli'!”

“We aren't arguing...” I sighed. Her de***********ion was annoyingly close to the truth. “Not exactly.”

I knew she had a point. My book... my little passion-project, which I'd been writing on the side for... oh, longer than I liked to admit! I'd never really intended for anyone else to read it, not when I'd been starting out. It had only been a way to work out some of my own personal demons, from what I'd seen during the war. It wasn't autobiographical... that was a book I would never let anyone else read, much less my own niece! But even though it was purely fiction, it definitely had some adult content in it. Some very adult content, in parts! I wasn't so sure I wanted Willow getting that deep of a look into my psyche. But I was locked in with my publisher now, it was only a matter of time until we worked out the last of our differences. If she was going to read it no matter what...

“Two conditions!” I told her, and she smiled happily, her eyes brimming with eagerness, nodding her agreement before she even knew what they were. “One; you promise to remember that just because one of my characters believes something, or does something, doesn't mean that I, as the author, believe it's okay! Characters are flawed people... I hate it when idiots online say things like 'such-and-such character is racist, so it means the author is racist, too'.”

“Please!” she rolled her eyes. “You? Racist? Hardly!”

“It isn't just about racism,” I smiled, giving her a playful boop on the nose with my finger. “It's about everything my characters say, believe, and do. You know I'm not racist, so that one's easy. Will you still be able to make that distinction when one of them is... doing something? Something sexual, I mean?”

“Wait... You mean... your book has sex in it?” she gasped. “You never told me that! Now I really want to read it!”

“Yes, my book has sex in it...” I chuckled, rolling my eyes. “But this is important to me, Willow. I don't want it changing the way you look at me, just because you read a sex scene I wrote. My characters aren't me! If you can't keep that straight in your own mind, I'm not letting you read it!”

“I can! I promise I can! What's the second condition?”

I sighed. She was too excited, she wasn't even thinking about what she was saying, she was just trying to tell me whatever she thought I wanted to hear, so I'd let her read it. She had no more idea if she'd be able to separate me from my characters than I did. But she was going to read it anyways, once it was published, that much was obvious. There was no point holding it back from her now.

“The second condition is that you do not tell your mother I let you read it!” I smirked.

“I won't! I promise!” She stretched up again, giving me another, even firmer kiss on my cheek. “Where is it? Can I start reading it right away? Do you have it printed out, in hard copy? Or only on your computer? I swear, after all this time waiting, if I still have to wait until they get the power turned back on...”

“No, I have a copy printed out in my office,” I chuckled. “You'll have to read your way around the editing marks, but you don't have to wait for the power to come back on. First, though, I'm going to have a shower. Then, we're going to have breakfast. Then, I'll go grab it for you, and you can start reading.”

“I can't wait that long!” she squealed, kissing my cheek again, then rolling away across the bed, bouncing to her feet and darting from the room. “I'll find it myself if I have to!”

“Brat!” I laughed after her. “It's in the middle-right drawer of my desk!”

I rolled out of bed, shaking my head in amusement as I stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind me as much as I could while still being able to see. I brushed my teeth, then quickly (if awkwardly, giving the current state of my cock) freeing myself from my boxers and stepping into the shower. At least my water heater ran on gas! I quickly adjusted the temperature, sticking my face under the spray. This was getting ridiculous, already! I was a forty-six year old man, for fuck's sake! My cock was not supposed to be behaving like I was a God-damned teenager again! I glanced back at the door of the bathroom, and the tiny gap I'd left, letting in the light...

Fuck it! I grabbed my cock, and rapidly started to stroke. Willow, unlike myself, wasn't about to go peeping through metaphorical keyholes, trying to steel an illicit glimpse. As long as I kept my mouth fucking shut, and didn't go moaning her name as I came, she'd never have any idea what I'd been doing in here. I was just having a shower... nothing wrong about that!

I closed my eyes, and I didn't even have to try; her perfect, trim little body instantly came flooding back into my mind. I didn't want it to last, didn't want to delay... I focused on the memory of her orgasm, of watching that tiny, smooth little pussy bucking in the air, imagining her fucking her self onto my cock.

“Ungh!” I bit back my groan, massive ropes of cum spewing from the end of my cock, so much force behind them that they splattered against the glass shower door! I gasped and shook, squeezing the remainder from my cock, letting it dribble down to the shower floor. God damn... I hadn't cum that hard in years! Maybe decades! I redirected the spray, wiping with my hand until I'd eliminated every trace, washing everything down the drain. I washed quickly, then dried... Damn it! I'd forgotten to grab a new pair of boxers from my drawer.

I wrapped my towel around my waist before opening the door. Sure enough, Willow was already sitting in my bed, my novel laying on the bed in front of her. I quickly averted my eyes; sitting cross-legged was not recommended, when the only thing you were wearing was a too-short t-shirt, without even panties underneath! Was that a blush I detected in her cheeks as she read? It was too early for that, she had pages and pages to go before she'd be getting to that part! It must have just been from her anticipation of it, that was all. I grabbed a pair of boxers, vanishing back into the bathroom to put them on, before coming back out again to finish getting dressed. Just a pair of shorts, I decided. Boxers alone were too little... but more than shorts, that felt like too much, compared to what Willow was wearing. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable, by me being fully dressed when she wasn't.

“Come on, kiddo,” I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her in her hair. “It'll still be here waiting for you after breakfast.” She giggled and let me help her to her feet, leaning against me as we walked, and I put my arm around her waist.

I checked my cell phone first, as I did every morning, not expecting to see much, and I didn't. Electricity or no, I didn't hire people who didn't know their shit. If anything serious had happened overnight, they all knew the other number to call, the one that would ring no matter what. It hadn't, therefore everything was fine. But I still checked my normal phone, just to make sure. Then it was time for breakfast.

We both smelled the milk first, just to make sure, but the insulation on the fridge was still doing a pretty good job of holding out the heat, so cereal it was. I did our dishes right afterwards, not wanting them to pile up waiting until I could use the dishwasher again, and Willow came right up beside me, brushing against me as she did her part by drying. Then I sent her back to the bedroom, while I went in search of the next book I felt like reading. I'd finished my last one at lunchtime, the day before, but I always kept a reserve of at least a dozen or so on my to-be-read list, so I was at no imminent risk of running out.

I carefully kept my eyes on my book as I made my way back around to my side of the bed, pretending to be engrossed by the cover art until I had my head safely propped up on my pillow. I could still see her ass... or part of it, at least. The part she wasn't actually sitting on. But I found that much easier to deal with than trying not to look at her freshly shaved, pink little pussy!

It lasted half an hour. That was when she decided that sitting cross-legged was uncomfortable, and it was too annoying trying to keep the unbound pages from sliding around everywhere on the bed. She laid herself out on her stomach instead, her head poking out over the foot of the bed, as she laid my pages out on the floor below her. Her legs slightly spread... her fresh little pussy staring me straight in my face!

I couldn't say anything... I couldn't embarrass her like that! Not when she was so absorbed in my book that she hadn't even realized what she was doing! I just had to concentrate, keeping my mind (and my eyes) off of her as best I could... my cock quickly rising to attention once again. Resolutely staying that way. Mocking my efforts.

Lunch was sandwiches; I just hoped they got the power working again soon, before we were reduced to nothing but PB&J. But if the meal was pedestrian, the conversation was anything but; Willow peppered me with questions and commentary on my book, opinions on what had already happened, and guesses on where it was going. It was so nice to have somebody to really just talk to about it for a change! My agent, my editor, the seemingly endless stream of meddlers-in-chief the publisher seemed to have on staff... everybody else who had read it always had an agenda of their own. They all had suggestions, and changes they wanted me to make. Whatever they thought would make it more 'marketable', whatever that was supposed to mean. But not Willow. She was reading it simply because she wanted to! And the pure, innocent enjoyment I could see in her eyes as she talked about it... even if it never got published at all, it was already worth all the effort it had taken me to write it, just to see that look in my niece's eyes!

Willow literally ran back up the stairs after lunch, she was so excited to get back to her reading, with me chuckling and following behind. We settled back in to our places in my bed... until about an hour before it was time to break for supper, when she got to that part. I could tell from the way she gasped. And then... her pussy started getting wet as I watched. She began slowly rocking her hips, completely unaware of what she was doing. Clear, sticky fluid, slowly leaking out from between her lips, covering her clit. Oh, God, how I wanted to taste her! I winced my eyes closed, barely able to keep myself from moaning. She wasn't doing it on purpose... she had no idea what the sight of her tight, pink, drooling little teenaged kitty was doing to me!

Finally, a reprieve; it was time for supper. Cereal again, while we could still trust the milk. But by the time we'd finished our dishes again, it was getting too dark to read. We could have used candles, I suppose... but Willow asked if we could go downstairs and have another fire—a campfire, this time, with roasted marshmallows! I wasn't sure I even had any... but after a thorough search, it turns out I did, tucked way at the back of one of the cupboards over the fridge. They had the approximate consistency of cinder-blocks... but Willow claimed the fire would fix them, and I was willing to try. I cannibalized a pair of my coat hangers for roasting forks, and we gave it a go. She was right, as it turned out; there was maybe just a tiny touch of staleness still, but they were nearly as good as fresh.

She asked me for stories about her dad. About the war. I... didn't want to tell her. But I owed her the truth. Some truth. As much as I could give, at least. I told her a couple of very, very sanitized stories. Fun stuff... barracks life. The stuff we saw out on patrol that didn't end up in a firefight. The shit idiot kids, barely more than teenagers, get up to when you ship them half way around the world and give them an almost unlimited supply of guns, explosives, and porn, and an extremely limited supply of girls. I tried to cut out the porn and the girls as much as I could... but I'm pretty sure they were still noticeable for their absence.

We closed the door on the fireplace and went up to bed—we didn't discuss it, she just seemed to assume she'd be sleeping with me again. I didn't have the heart to say no. I tried laying on my back this time, hoping it would avoid the ass-on-crotch drama of the night before. She cuddled in close under the crook of my arm, her soft, naked leg resting against mine, from the top of her hip all the way down to her cute little toes... but that was all. Success!

“Umm... Uncle Eli?” she asked a short time later in the darkness.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“Do you think... would it be okay if... if I masturbated, a little, before we go to sleep?”

“Oh! Uhh...”

“It's only... I kind of do it every night before bed, to tire myself out so I can fall asleep easier. It takes me forever, any time I don't.”

“I get it, sweetie. I, uhh... I'll just go downstairs for a little, shall I? To give you time to finish? I'll leave the door open a crack, and you can give me the all-clear down the stairs, to tell me when it's time to come back up and go to sleep.”

“No, I mean...” her voice dropped, becoming shy and quiet in the darkness. “I mean would it be okay if I did it while you were still here with me? I... I like it when we cuddle like this. I want to do it right here, just like this, while we're snuggling together... Would that be okay?”

“Umm...” I gulped. Do not say yes! Do not say yes! Do not, above all, offer to do it for her! God... I was going to hell already, just for thinking about it! “Are you sure that's really what you want, sweetie?”

“Uh hunh! But... only if you say it's okay. I want to... I really, really want to! But... I don't want to make it weird for you, or anything...”

A tailor-made excuse... but I couldn't make myself use it. I couldn't say no to her. And... there wasn't really even anything sexual behind her request. Not really. She was only trying to make herself fall asleep... and that just happened to be the only way she knew how to do it, was all. “Umm... you can go ahead then, I guess. If you're really sure.”

“Yay!” she squealed and giggled with excitement, twisting in my arms, stretching up to give me a kiss on my cheek. “I love you Uncle Eli! You're the best uncle ever!”

“Love you too, sweetie...” I chuckled, trying like hell not to let my arousal and need for her enter my voice. “You just make sure you never tell anybody what I did to earn that title!”

She giggled again, and started squirming. I didn't understand what she was up to—until suddenly I did, as she was flinging the t-shirt she'd borrowed down to the floor, laying on her back like I was, lifting and spreading her knees under the blanket.

She started to play, and blinded by the darkness or not... it was unbelievably fucking hot! There was no shower noise to disguise it this time; I was hearing every moan, every breath, every gasp! I held her close, her soft, smooth skin feeling like an inferno pressed against the side of my chest! She squealed and shook as she came, then rolled onto her side towards me, kissing and nuzzling against my chest, stroking through my chest hair with her fingers, sliding her upper leg on top of mine, rubbing her hot, wet, sensitive little cunny against my hip. She didn't even realize she was doing that part of it, I was sure... she was just so full of happy, satisfied endorphins after cumming so good, her hips were acting of their own accord.

“You can do it too, if you like,” she purred against my chest. “I don't mind.”

“Thank you, sweetie... but I'm okay,” I said, squeezing her tighter under my arm and giving her a soft, slow kiss in her hair.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “I... I could even do it for you, if you want...”

“That...” I coughed, trying to clear the sudden roughness from my throat. “Thank you, Willow... that's lovely of you to offer. But you don't need to do that. I'm okay, really.”

“Oh... well, okay Uncle Eli. If you're sure. Love you! Sweet dreams!”

“You too, baby! Love you!”

And with my cock screaming at me about what an unmitigated, irredeemable idiot I was being, I settled back into the mattress, trying to force myself to fall asleep. Some soldier I was... I used to be able to fall asleep any time and anywhere I chose; food and sleep were two things you never knew when you'd get more of, so you learned quick to take them any time you got the chance. But not anymore. Not with Willow's hot, naked little body snuggled against my side.

Fucking hell, this was going to be a long night!

***

I did fall asleep... eventually. It was not what I would call 'restful'. I'd dreamed... repeatedly. And each and every one of them had been about mercilessly fucking my niece's tiny, tight little teenaged twat... until her father had come back from the grave as a rage-fuelled zombie, wounds he'd never received in life leaking impossible amounts of blood, gore, and pus, to feed me into a wood chipper... slowly, and cock first.

Which somehow still wasn't enough to prevent an almost painful case of morning-wood, throbbing for attention in my boxers. Only...

My eyes widened as I realized! Willow had her hand inside my boxers! She was softly gripping my cock! I glanced down... she was still fast asleep, her mouth cutely open, a tiny line of drool dripping onto my chest. God... she'd done it in her sleep! She had no idea she'd even done it!

I reached down, slowly, carefully... I had to get her hand out of there before she woke up, before she had a chance to realize what she'd done, and to be embarrassed by it. Or worse, to assume that I'd been the one to put her hand there, after she'd fallen asleep! Slowly, carefully... done! Safely back on my chest! And none too soon, either, as she began gently squirming against my side.

“Morning!” she yawned. “How'd you sleep.”

“Good...” I lied. “You?”

“Excellent!” she giggled. “I should get you to hold me like that while I cum every night before bed!”

I gave her my best attempt at a chuckle, kissing her in her hair. “Do you want to be first in the shower, or second?” I asked.

“You go ahead... I'm not quite awake yet anyways. I'm going to lay here and stretch for a little, first.”

I gave her another kiss, and gently extricated myself from under her embrace. She made playful pouting noises at me, but let me go. I remembered to grab a new pair of boxers this time, closing the door all but a crack behind me once again. It was even worse than yesterday... I really, really needed to take care of my cock!

I brushed my teeth as fast as I could, and hopped in under the spray. I'd barely gotten the temperature adjusted before I started stroking, closing my eyes again as I imagined Willow's perfect, puffy little pussy lips—

“Oh, wow!” Willow moaned.

“Willow!” I gasped, my eyes snapping open in shock. “What are you doing in here! She was staring, naked and open-mouthed, and I spun around in the shower to hide my cock.

“Awww... don't do that!” she whined, then giggled. “Come on, Uncle Eli... you're acting like you think I've never seen a penis before! The internet is a thing that exists, you know! I saw my first penis before I even knew what one was! Although... I admit, I've never seen one as nice is yours is, before! And yours is the first I've actually seen-seen. In real life, I mean. It looks so much bigger, when you can actually see it, instead of just feeling it pressed up against my butt!” She giggled, bouncing forward and opening the door of the shower, stepping inside with me and closing it behind her.

“Damn it, Willow... you can't be doing this!” I grabbed a washcloth, trying to cover myself as best I could. It was... insufficient to the task, especially in my current state. “What do you think you're doing?”

“I want you to wash my hair for me, of course!” she giggled, and I groaned. Of course that was what she wanted... how could it be anything else?

“It was so romantic, when I read what you wrote!” she continued, confirming my suspicions. “And so, so hot... but it wasn't just the sex parts! Not at all! It was the romance... I'd never thought about it like that before! The idea of a guy washing a girl's hair like that, while they're in the shower together... I just have to know what that's like! Please, Uncle Eli! Please, wash my hair like that for me?”

“Willow... has it escaped your notice that we are both naked, at the moment?” I winced.

“So?” She tilted her head like she was confused. Like my point was completely irrelevant. “You've already seen all of me anyways, at one point or another... what does it matter if you see me all at once, now? If anything, you owe me to let me see you, too! To make it fair!”

“Come on... Please?” she wheedled. “Pretty please, with whipped cream and cherries on top? Pretty please... with pussy cream, and my cherry on top?” She giggled. “Kidding! Just kidding! But seriously... please wash my hair for me? I'm dying! I'll never ask you for anything else, ever, ever again, if you agree to do this for me!”

“Somehow, I find that very difficult to believe,” I sighed with resignation. I turned around to face her, and reached out to grab the shampoo.

“Yay!” she squealed, bouncing on her toes.

“Gah!” I exclaimed. “Willow...”

“What?” she giggled. “You don't really want me going off to university without even knowing what one feels like, do you? Better that you let me play with yours, and learn my way around with someone I trust to teach me, than that I do it with some random boy from my school who's just going to be trying to stick it in me the first chance he gets!”

“Well... at least put your hands under the spray, first...” I grumbled. “Your fingers are cold as a witch's tits!”

“And how do you know what a witch's tits feel like? Hunh, mister?” she giggled. But at least she had the grace to blush, and did as I'd asked to warm up her fingers before she started playing again. God, that felt good... But I couldn't think of it like that! She was just being innocently, sweetly curious, wanting to know what it was like! It was perfectly natural... it didn't actually mean anything!

I brought her closer under the spray to wet her hair, her soft, warm body pressing against mine. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, smiling peacefully as she let me move her wherever I needed her to be, gently exploring my cock and balls with her hands. I applied the shampoo and began working it into her long, soft, beautiful brown hair, careful not to let any flow down into her face. She was so sweetly, simply beautiful! So innocent, and pure! I took my time, wanting to make it as good for her as I could, just like my character had done for the girl in my book, lovingly massaging her scalp to help her relax. The rest of that scene wouldn't be playing out, obviously... but this first part, the romantic hair-washing part... that part I could give her. Her mouth was slightly open, her breasts rising and falling on her chest as she breathed, faster and faster, her tiny, cute little nipples firmly erect. Her grip, reflexively tightening on my cock.

“Oooo...” she moaned, her eyes flashing open in shock and her legs suddenly starting to shake. She leaned into my chest, gasping. I grabbed her hips to keep her from slipping.

“Oh my God, Willow... did you just...”

“Cum?” she giggled, slowly raising her beautiful green eyes to look up into mine, nodding. “Uh hunh! Wow, Uncle Eli... How did you even do that to me? I've never cum without touching my kitty, before!”

“I, uh... I don't know,” I told her, swallowing nervously. “I... I've never done that before either.”

“Well... it was incredible!” she giggled. “Get down on your knees! I want to try washing your hair, next... but you're too tall, I can't reach!”

“I have to finish washing out your shampoo, first!” I chuckled, and she bounced impatiently, letting me finish before I lowered myself to my knees for her. God... her perfect, firm little breasts were at the exact level of my face, now! I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to look.

She started to hum... not a song I recognized, maybe just one she was making up on the spot. I slowly relaxed into the touch of her fingers, my stress and worry draining away. It felt so, so good... She stepped a little closer... her breast bone touching my lips! She backed away... it hadn't been intentional, she was just paying too much attention to what she was doing, not enough to the way she was standing. I put my hands on her hips, softly caressing her wet, slippery flesh. She moved again—the inner slope of her breast this time, brushing against my cheek! Again she moved away, a purely accidental contact. I tried not to lick my lips... God grant that she hadn't noticed the way my cock was twitching with desire! I concentrated on the feeling of her fingers in my hair... nothing else. Any other touch was only happening by chance. And then... her nipple! Her tiny, erect little nipple, pressing against my lips! Her hands on the back of my head now, massaging and pressing, unintentionally pulling me towards her!

I... It was just instinct, I swear! I closed my lips around that firm, delicious little bud, and started to suck! She gasped... pulling me tighter, moaning. I shouldn't be doing this! I couldn't! But... neither could I make myself stop.

“You can cum, too...” she breathed.

“Willow...” I murmured into the soft, yielding flesh of her breast, slowly shaking my head.

“It's okay...” she purred, stroking her fingers through my hair. “I want you to! You must be so pent up and uncomfortable right now... you were so hard, and hot, when I had you in my hands! You need a release... It's okay, it doesn't mean anything! It's just like what I did last night, before we went to sleep. Do it for me, Uncle Eli... Stroke your cock! Make yourself cum for me!”

I moaned into her breast, the vibration of my lips on her nipple making her gasp. I shouldn't... but she was right, I knew. I couldn't keep going on like this! I reached down, my other arm wrapping around the small of her back, holding her close.

“That's it, Uncle Eli! Just like that!” she moaned, her narrow, delicate little fingers running over and over through my hair. “Suck my titty while you're stroking your cock!”

I was so worked up already, it didn't take me long. Before I knew it I was spewing my load... all over my niece's adorable little knees, shins, and feet!

“Oh my God!” she squealed, and I opened my eyes; she was starting down at herself, at the enormous mess I'd just made, a huge, happy smile on her face! “There's so much of it! And it feels so hot, on my skin! That was amazing, Uncle Eli!”

“Oh, Willow...” I groaned, overcome with guilt now that the moment had passed. “Oh, God... I'm so sorry, sweetie... I shouldn't have done that! I don't know what I was thinking!”

“Nonsense!” she smiled. And then she kissed me, hard and deep, straight on my lips! I gasped into her mouth... but she held me tight, refusing to relent, the soft, probing tip of her tongue flicking at my lips. When she finally pulled away again, staring deeply into my eyes from only inches away, I could barely breathe.

“It's just cum...” she smiled. “It's not like you splashed me with acid, or something! It's no big deal. You just really needed a release, is all, the same as I did last night. That's all it was. Now come on... I don't know about you, but I'm starving!”

I gently washed my mess from her skin, my heart still burning with guilt at what I'd done. Then I let her help me to my feet, and we quickly dried off before returning to my bedroom. She walked straight through, completely ignoring my dresser this time.

“Don't you want to borrow another t-shirt?” I asked.

“Why bother?” she shrugged, turning to smile back at me. “You've seen everything anyways... not much point in covering it up now! You can go naked too, if you want... I... I like looking at it.” She blushed, adorably lowering her eyes from mine, embarrassed by her admission. “You don't need to hide it from me!”

I swallowed, thinking about what she was saying. I needed to put on at least a pair of boxers... but would she be insulted, if I tried to hide myself from her now, after everything she'd already seen? God help me... I followed her just as I was, my naked, now mercifully flaccid cock swaying freely in the air.

I checked my cellphone, answering one quick question one of my guys needed an answer to, while Willow prepared cereal for us both. We ate across from each other at the table, while she told me all about the dream she'd had last night. It seems I only had myself to blame for what had happened in the shower; her dream had started with the shower scene from my book... but it had gone even further than the version I'd written! Between listening to her describe it, and seeing those amazing young tits staring at me from across the table, by the time we'd finished eating I was fully hard once more. She giggled sweetly when she saw it, biting her lip—then snapped out her hand, giving it a soft, playful slap, squealing happily as she watched it bounce!

“Stop that!” I tried to scowl, but couldn't keep the grin from my face. She was being so cute... she only wanted to experiment, playing with the new toy she'd just found! I certainly couldn't fault her too much for that! She did it again, as we were doing our dishes, and I pinched her on her cute little bottom, making her squeak. She snuggled up against my side, and I leaned down to kiss her in her hair. We finished quickly, and I let her lead the way back up to my room so we could get back to our books.

We resumed our same positions from the day before, with her on her front and her legs slightly spread, her adorable little pussy constantly trying to attract my eye. She inched a little closer to me this time, until she was rubbing right up against my side where we lay. And she'd occasionally lean over towards me, in between pages, to give my playful little kisses on my foot. I couldn't reach to do the same, her being so much shorter than me... but I put my hand on her ankle, gently, absentmindedly rubbing her while we read.

Lunch was sandwiches again. I was really starting to wonder now, how long it was going to take them to get the power working. They had to be doing it piecemeal, I new, one area at a time, but so far neither my home nor my office was back up. There was no point going back to work until it was; if I was going to be restricted to using my phone, and not my computer, then I could do that just as easily from the comfort of my own bed. And there would be even less of a point in Willow returning to school. Back in my day, we had actual blackboards. Maybe an occasional whiteboard, or overhead projector. But now, with their Smart Boards, and PowerPoints, their YouTube videos and multimedia presentations... even if they opened up the schools, I may as well keep her at home and let her read. Certainly until her mom got back into town, and with the state of things who could say when that was going to be?

We returned to bed, and everything was proceeding as normal... and how on earth had I ever come to think of this as being 'normal', by the way? With my own niece's naked, virgin pussy staring me in my face as I was trying to read! But normal it was... until she suddenly gasped!

“What is it, sweetie? What's wrong?” I asked.

She twisted around to look at me, her beautiful green eyes wide and dilated with arousal. “You didn't warn me your book had two sexy scenes!”

“Oh... uhh... yeah,” I gulped. If she was at that part now... this one was actually quite a bit sexier than the last one she'd read. Maybe I was biased, being the one who wrote it... but at least I thought so.

“Can I, Uncle Eli? Please?” she begged.

“Can you what, sweetie?” I furrowed my brow and shook my head, having no idea what she was talking about.

“Can I masturbate while I read it?” she asked. “Please? You wouldn't mind... would you?”

“I, uh...” I gulped, at war inside my own mind. It was perfectly natural, and normal that she'd want to do that... I couldn't make her feel like it was dirty, or wrong! Like it was something she had to be ashamed of, and hide! I had to pretend I was comfortable with this... otherwise I could give her some sort of sexual guilt complex, or something, and end up ruining her enjoyment of sex forever! “Sure, sweetie, if that's what you want... go right ahead,”

“Yay!” she squealed, twisting back around to peer down at the pages of my book. “This is going to be so good... I can already tell!”

She slipped her hand in under herself, lifting her cute little butt further into the air, spreading her knees. God... and I thought I'd been getting a good view of it before! She started to play, slowly rubbing up and down her soft, smooth lips, her fingertips making little circles on her tiny pink clit. She started making the most adorable little whimpers and moans. She sounded just like the night before, only now, being able to actually see what she was doing to herself... I just couldn't look away!

“Oh, yes...” she breathed. “Oh, I love it! Oh... touch me, please! Just like that!” My eyes widened. I could hardly believe it... she was playing out the role I'd written! Imagining she was the girl on the page! It was... it was like I was actually touching her myself; my imagination, my words... her tiny, sexy little teenaged body!

She rubbed harder, faster... gathering the fluids from between her luscious inner lips, coating her fingertips, slipping and sliding around her clit. And then suddenly... she pushed! Gasping and moaning, her thighs shaking, and she forced her ring and middle fingers deeply into her tiny, tight little slit!

“Fuck me, Daddy!” she moaned. “Fuck me, please!”

'Daddy'? I hadn't written that! She was improvising now, making my story her own. I'd always known she had some daddy-issues... how could she not, after what she'd been through? Having him die when she was so young. I'd tried my best to place a patch over that gap in her life... but it wasn't the same, not way down deep. Spud's death had left with a hole in her heart that she could never, ever fill, no matter what she did. And so... she wanted this other, mythical “Daddy” to fill a different kind of hole. Because that was the closest she could come to having the love, and safety, and devotion she'd been missing from her real daddy, when she'd been growing up.

“Oh, please, Daddy... please!” she begged. “I love your big, thick cock! I need it inside me, Daddy! Please! Oh, take me, Daddy! Take my tiny, tight little virgin pussy! Take my virginity! Make me yours, Daddy! Make me yours forever! Please!”

It went on and on like that, as she begged her imaginary lover to give her what she needed. Her tiny, creamy little pussy squelching around her fingers, the intoxicating smell of her filling the air. God... what I wouldn't give for a single taste of such a creamy, juicy little snatch! But I could never! I could never violate her trust like that! She was just living out a little fantasy, was all... there was nothing wrong with that! She was sharing such private, intimate details about herself, being so vulnerable with me, letting me watch her as she did this... I could never, ever turn that against her, just to satisfy my own wicked, selfish needs!

She squealed loud and long as she came, her entire body shaking on the bed. It seemed to go on forever, longer than the one she'd had last night... much, much longer than any orgasm I'd ever had!

She rolled to her back, then pushed herself up, her knees spread wide as she sat. She lifted the hand she'd been using, giggling and blushing as she saw the creamy white mess she'd made, staring straight into my eyes as she sucked her fingers clean in her mouth.

“Do you... maybe want to try a taste?” she offered, timidly lowering her eyes.

“I... I'd better not,” I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat.

“Are you sure?” she asked again, and I nodded that I was. “Well... suit yourself,” she shrugged. “But I've got to tell you, you're really missing out... I'm delicious! Even if I do say so myself!” She giggled, and went down for another helping with her fingers. I believed her! God, did I ever!

“That was so sexy... what you wrote there,” she purred, slowly shaking her head in disbelief, still slowly cleaning herself up as I watched. “How do you write stuff like that? I could never! I mean, the way you wrote it... so passionate! So hot! It just feels so real! It was like it was really happening to me, as I was reading it! Every word... it was like it was jumping right off your pages, and hitting me straight between my legs!”

“I guess... I guess I mostly just write the stuff that already exists, inside my own mind,” I admitted. “I... I don't have to make stuff up. Not really. It's all already in there, bouncing around inside my mind. I just... need to find the words. To get it out of my head, and onto the page.”

“Well... you do a really, really good job of it, however it works!” she giggled. “You made me cum so, so good... I can hardly even imagine how good it would feel, if you were actually doing that stuff to me for real, instead of just letting me read what you wrote!”

She blushed, suddenly shy, as if she'd just realized what she'd said. How on earth was I supposed to respond to something like that?

“Do you think...” she bit her lip, still looking down. “Do you think... maybe I could go back, and read that part again? Would that be okay?”

“Umm... sure sweetie. You can read it again, if you like. You can read it as many times, and as often, as you like.”

She smiled shyly, and crawled towards me in the bed, kissing me firmly on my lips again. Then she turned back around, settled down into her spot, lifting her butt and spreading her knees... and the entire show started up all over again!

The cycle repeated through two more rotations, until I finally had to make her stop. I'm quite sure she would have kept going straight through supper if I'd let her, straining her eyes in the darkness long into the night! I shooed her downstairs for supper, giggling the entire way as I pretended to pinch at her cute little butt. I thought the milk still smelled fine, but Willow wasn't so sure. I thought I remembered reading somewhere that women were more sensitive to smells like that; an evolutionary advantage, apparently, since they were normally responsible for determining what was safe for their children to eat, as well as themselves. I decided not to risk it, and we went with sandwiches again. If this power outage went on for much longer, I was going to have to start figuring some things out. I still had my emergency stash of protein, energy, and granola bars, of course... that could last me, Willow, and her mom at least a solid month, if we ever really needed it to. But I wasn't nearly that desperate, not yet.

We went downstairs for another fire, after supper was done. Willow crawled cross-wise into my lap, snuggling against my chest. I wasn't so sure that was a good idea, considering that we were both still naked... but she was already doing it before I knew what she intended. And when I brought up my doubts, she said she liked the way it felt, pushing up against her thighs from beneath, and told me not to be so weird about it.

We talked, and talked. Mostly about my book again. About what it had been like writing it, and why I'd made some of the choices that I had. She wasn't trying to criticize... only to understand, and learn. She had some really perceptive questions, too—about some of the techniques I'd used, subtle little writing tricks I hadn't even realized existed, when I'd been her age. Maybe that school of hers wasn't a complete waste of time after all! Though to be fair... I'd always known she was smarter than me. God knew where she'd gotten it from! It hadn't been from Spud, I could tell you that—I loved the guy, but it wasn't just because of his last name that we'd nicknamed him after a potato! And she sure as hell hadn't gotten it from her mom!

I felt like I could have stayed there talking to her until the sun came up... but on the off chance that they got the power up and running again overnight, and we needed to go back to work and school in the morning, we needed to get at least some sleep!

“Carry me?” she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes at me and wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. I rolled my eyes... but laughed. How could I turn down a request like that? I swooped her up, her cellphone lighting our way as I carried her up the stairs. We brushed our teeth in the bathroom, but when we returned to the bedroom she surprised me by lighting the candle on my dresser before climbing into bed with me. I thought it was odd that she wanted the light now, and not when the storm had still been raging... Whatever. A soft little candle light wouldn't keep me awake... it was going to be my niece's sexy little body, and my treacherous, invasive thoughts of what I wanted to do to her, that would be doing that!

“You don't mind if I get myself off again before we go to sleep, do you Uncle Eli?” she asked, snuggling cutely against my side.

“Not at all, sweetie,” I leaned down and kissed her in her hair. “Do whatever you need to do.”

“Don't mind if I do!” she giggled. And then, before I realized what she was intending, she was rolling herself up on top of me, her hot, soft little pussy pressing down on my shaft! She started rocking her hips, grinding herself on my cock!

“Oh my God! Willow!” I gasped, my hands grabbing her hips.

“Shhh!” she whispered. She leaned down, continuing to rock herself, kissing me forcefully on my lips. I moaned into her mouth. She was so wet already... I could feel it leaking out of her, coating me, making me slippery for her as she worked to get herself off! I could feel her tongue, pressing, licking... her hot, minty-fresh breath more intoxicating than any drink or drug! I... I opened my lips, just a tiny, tiny touch. A single, hesitant lick. She invaded my mouth! Pressing deeply, swirling her tongue against mine!

She moaned and gasped with pleasure. She whimpered and whined with need.

“Oh... oh, Daddy!” she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed. “Oh, I love it, Daddy! I love your big, thick cock touching my pussy!”

This was so, so wrong... I knew this was going to happen! I just knew it! She hadn't been able to keep her thoughts for me separate from her thoughts for the character I'd written! This wasn't about me... she didn't want me! She was my sweet, innocent little niece... she was just being swept away by the intensity of such new, unfamiliar emotions! I remembered what it had been like, being a teenager... it was like someone had turned all my emotions up to eleven, and then broken off the knob! The least little thing had felt like the end of the world... I might never have gone into the Army at all, if I'd had better control of my emotions back then! And from everything I'd ever heard on the subject, teenaged girls had it even worse!

I stroked her hips in my hands, trying to think... but there was nothing I could do. Making her stop... there was no way she wouldn't misinterpret that, no chance whatsoever! She'd think I didn't love her... or that she wasn't pretty, or sexy enough, something awful like that! It couldn't possibly be any less true... but with her wild, uncontrollable emotions taking over, whether it was true or not wouldn't matter. It... it would devastate her! She was such a gentle, kind, caring little girl... her heart was always so open, and I loved that about her! But it left her so vulnerable, so prone to being hurt... I couldn't do that to her! I just couldn't!

She rocked herself on me... and all I could do was watch. She was so impossibly, unbelievably sexy, her skin so soft and warm in the candlelight. My cock was pulsing, throbbing beneath her!

'Take her! She wants it!'

I growled, shaking my head. I couldn't! I wouldn't! That part of me didn't get a vote!

“You're so, so sexy, Daddy!” she purred, seductively licking my lips. “I love you... I love the way you write! I want you to tell me sexy stories, Daddy... I want you to make me cum with your words!”

I groaned, tightening my grip on her hips.

“Do you like it, Daddy?” she giggled. “Do you like the way my soft, smooth little pussy is rubbing on your cock? I shaved it just for you, Daddy. I'd never done that before... but I love the way it feels, now! Do you like it, too? Do you like how wet it is? That's because of you, Daddy! You turn me on so good... you make me feel so sexy! I love how wet you make me... I love how it makes you all slippery, as I rub up and down on your cock! Does it feel as good for you as it does for me? I want to make you feel good, Daddy! I want to be your good little girl... I want to make you cum so good, the same way you do for me!”

'What is wrong with you? Say something, asshole! Tell her how sexy she is! Tell her how much you love her! Tell her you want to take her, and make her yours, and never let her go!'

“Oooo... I'm getting so close now, Daddy! I'm getting so close! Your big, thick daddy cock is going to make me cum!”

“Ohhh... oh, Daddy! Oh, I want you to fuck me, Daddy! I want you to fuck me! I want your cock inside me! I want you to take my virginity! Please, Daddy! Please!”

'Do it! Do it, God damn you! What are you waiting for? She's literally begging for it, now! Get off your ass, and do it already!'

“Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me Daddyyyyy!” her last word became a wail, long and loud, squealing into the candle-lit night as she shook and thrashed on top of me. She collapsed, trembling, onto my chest. Her tiny, slender little body covered in a sheen of sweat.

“F—fuck me!” she gasped, spastically twitching her hips, still trying to rub on me but unable to control herself properly, her post-orgasm sensitivity was so great. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

'Fuck her! Fuck her!'

I... I just couldn't take it anymore! I rolled her over, I grabbed my cock. I pushed myself up so I could look her in her eyes. I... I don't think she even realized what I was about to do. I lined myself up... and pushed!

“Daddyyyyy!” she squealed again, her eyes and mouth opening wide. She was so, so tight... but I just couldn't stop. I started to thrust, working my way deeper. I... I was relentless. I made her stretch for me. I was giving her no choice! She was gasping, panting... every thrust of my cock was driving the breath from her lungs. She couldn't speak... not even to tell me 'no', or 'stop'. I... I'm not sure I would have listened, even if she'd been able to. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but taking her. Claiming her. Making her mine!

I was hurting her, I had to be... she was such a tiny, innocent little girl, barely able to take two of her own delicate little fingers inside her pussy! But that didn't matter anymore. It was like I was possessed! Driven to madness by that tiny, perfect little teenaged cunt! She was going to take my cock, all of it, whether she wanted to or not!

On and on I drove, forcing my way deeper... And I did it. The whole thing, right down to my full, heavy balls. I don't know how I didn't break her... how I didn't tear her in two, how she wasn't bleeding out around the invading spear of my cock! But I did it. I was pounding her into the mattress, giving her everything I had, everything I was. Giving it to her hard, deep, and fast. That was when she started cumming. Not because she wanted to, this time... because I was making her. She no longer had a choice. I was raping my perfect, innocent little niece. And in that moment... I was too far gone to care.

Twice more she came for me. Squealing, thrashing beneath me. Her sharp little fingernails biting into the flesh of my back. I didn't even notice. And on the last one... I joined her. Bursting inside her. Flooding her fertile, unprotected teenage womb. Making my betrayal complete.

I buried my face against the crook of her neck. Oh, God... what had I done? I started to shake, the tears running down my face. I was silent... completely silent. But I was sobbing. Sobbing for what I'd done to her.

“It's okay...” she whispered. Her hands caressing my back. Her soft, warm lips softly kissing my neck. “It's okay... everything's going to be okay.”

“I...” I lifted my head, shaking it. I couldn't even see her, there were too many tears. She wiped them away herself, her thumbs so impossibly soft and gentle on my eyes. “Willow... God... how can you say that? After what I just did to you...”

“What you just did to me?” she quirked her eyebrow, an amused quirk in her lip. “And... what is it, exactly, do you think you just did to me?”

“I... what do you mean?” I shook my head in confusion. “I... God damn it, Willow... I just raped you, for fuck's sake!”

“Did you, now?” Her lips grew serious. But her eyes were twinkling, trying to hold back a smile. “Well... that must have been quite the trick! Because last I checked, I'm pretty sure it was impossible to rape the willing!”

“The willing? But—”

“Did you hear me saying 'no'?” She interjected, like she was speaking to a toddler. And a particularly slow, possibly brain-damaged toddler, at that! “Did you hear me saying 'stop'?”

“No, but... you couldn't,” I told her. “I wasn't letting you, you couldn't catch your breath! You couldn't even speak!”

“Really... Hunh. I've got to say, Uncle Eli... that's news to me. Because as I remember it, I'm pretty sure I was screaming my ever-living guts out, every time you made me cum so good! I'm pretty sure I needed to be able to breathe, to be able to do that. Not to mention, you're not exactly quick! I think I would have passed out quite some time ago, if I hadn't been able to breath!”

“But...”

“It's okay... you can take your time with it,” she giggled, lovingly stroking her palms against my cheeks. “I know it's a lot to absorb. But in the meantime... do you think you could roll us back over? I love feeling you inside me like this... but your cock was really digging into my bladder, for a minute or two there, and now I really need to go pee!”

“I...” I was so confused! But I rolled us back over, just like she asked. She giggled, stretching up to kiss me forcefully on my lips, then pulled herself off of me and scurried into the bathroom. She finished what she needed to, flushing and washing her hands, before coming back to bed.

“Willow, I—”

“Shhh... my turn first! You're not done getting your brain back into gear yet. Don't argue! I can tell,” she said, snuggling into her accustomed place against my side and throwing her leg over mine, reaching down to grab my slippery, only slightly-deflated cock.

“God, I love your cock!” she purred, stroking slowly up and down, making me tremble and moan in my over-sensitivity. “It was even better than I imagined... and believe me, I imagined a lot! I can hardly believe I'm really going to get to have it any time I want to, now! It's like I'm living in a dream!”

“Any time...” I may have been slow, but I was starting to catch up. “You can't really mean... you can't mean you really want me to do that to you again!”

“And what do you mean, do it to me?” she countered, arching her brow as she twisted to look up into my eyes. “I may not be as strong as you, and I may have been on the bottom... but I was an eager and active participant, believe me! If you're still in any doubt, then those claw-marks I left all over your back would like to have a word with you!”

“But—”

“Seriously, Uncle Eli?” She giggled, shaking her head. “You're still confused about this? Just how many meanings do you think the words 'Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me!' really have? I was being about as clear as I possibly could, you know! You are mine, now! I'm okay with you taking a little while to get used to the idea... like I said, I know it's a lot to take in! But now that I've got you, there's no way in hell I'm letting you get away!”

“But... but your mom... you're Dad! My God, Willow... You're my niece!” I shook my head.

“Hey!” she reached up, taking my cheek in her hand, making me turn my head to look down into her eyes. “Don't spin out on me, okay? First of all, I'm not your niece. Not really. You're my dad's best friend, not his brother. We aren't related; there's nothing stopping us from doing whatever we want to do! But you want to talk about my dad? Okay then, let's talk about him. Did my dad love me?”

“What?” I gasped. “What the hell kind of question is that?”

“It's the kind I expect an answer to,” she said, strangely calm. “Did. My dad. Love me? Yes or no?”

“Of course he loved you! He loved you more than anything!”

“So... he wanted me to be happy?”

“Of course!”

“And loved?”

“Yes!”

“Okay then,” she nodded solemnly. “Name me one man on earth who will ever love me more than you do.”

I gawped, unable to respond.

“No? Then let's try another one. Name me one man on earth that my dad would have trusted to protect me, and take care of me, more than he trusted you.”

“Willow, I...”

“Shhh...” she slid her finger over my lips to silence me. “Do you really not get it yet, you big dummy? I love you, Eli! I've always loved you! You think I was still a virgin before tonight because no boy ever wanted to have sex with me? I was a virgin because none of them could ever measure up to you! I totally get it, if you still need a few more days to come to grips with it... This is a big change, for both of us! But you are mine now, Eli! I am not letting you get away so easily!”

It was the first time she'd ever called me that. Just 'Eli', not 'Uncle Eli'.

“This can't be happening...” I murmured.

“Oh, it's happening, alright! And, just for the record? I'm moving in with you, officially, as of right this minute! If you've got a problem with it, you're going to have to pick me up, carry me outside, and throw me down in the mud! At which point I'm just going to break one of your windows and climb back in anyways, so you may as well not even bother!”

“I really don't have a choice in the matter, do I?” I smiled slightly despite myself. She was such a tiny little thing... but she was being so fierce! It made me want to pick her up and stow her away in my pocket! If I had any, that was.

“Not even a little!” she giggled. Then she reached up, kissing me slowly and gently on my lips. It seemed like that kiss lasted forever... and also not nearly long enough! When she finally pulled away, she did so only slightly, staring deeply into my eyes and stroking my cheek as she spoke. “This is how it's going to be, Eli. I love you, and you love me. We're together, now. You're just going to have to get used to it!”

“Yes, ma'am!” I teased, giving her a playful little salute.

“Good soldier!” she giggled, stretching up to kiss me again. “So, uhh...” she mumbled into my lips. “Just how long does it take for you to get hard again, after you cum? Rubbing on you was fun... but I really want to try riding you for real this time!”

“Good question... let's find out!” I reached downwards, giving her a nice, solid pinch on her beautiful little ass, making her squeak into my mouth as we kissed. She giggled, sliding herself up on top of me again, and starting to squirm. I didn't have a precise answer to her question... but with her helping out like that, I knew it wouldn't be long!

I had to be crazy, to actually be going along with this... But I'd done what I'd done. I couldn't take it back. The fact that Willow had decided she was actually okay with it, after the fact... Forgiving me the way she had. That she even wanted to be with me, now, after what I'd done to her... That could be nothing but a direct act of God! But I still owed a penance, regardless of what she thought about it. And... I knew the only thing it could be. Endless love. Undying devotion. Safety. Security. Stability. That was what I owed her. I would spend my every waking hour, giving her those things... and that wasn't all. Children, of course. As many as she wanted to have. Willow would be an amazing mother, I'd always known that! A big house, with a huge yard, where they could play. A tree-house I would build myself. Maybe a swimming pool, too. My company was doing well... very well. And my book, once it was actually published and started to sell, certainly wouldn't hurt matters any! I didn't have to stay here to look after her anymore. Not as long as I took her with me, when I left.

I still wasn't quite sure how all of this had happened. Looking back on it, all I could see was my perfect, innocent little niece. The love and light of my life! How we'd ended up here... well, maybe I could ask Willow to explain it to me someday. Like I said, I always knew she was smarter than me. Maybe she'd been seeing things differently, from her point of view. But however it had happened... I guess in the end, the details didn't really matter. I was just grateful that it had! And I would spend the rest of my life loving her, and making sure that she would never, ever, have any reason to regret her choice!

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