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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women.
Some of the participants in the story may be under the
age of 18. If you are too young to read about sex
please do not read this.


My Niece Taylor


Chapter 2 - A Climax, but Really the Beginning

Mike woke at his usual time, the smell of stale cum in
the air from the towel still on the bed. He threw it
into the hamper as he roused himself. Opening his door
it appeared Taylor was still sleeping. Mike leaned
against the wall. He needed to get a handle on his
thoughts. How could he last the rest of the week
thinking thoughts like last night? Upbraiding himself
for the lascivious thoughts he headed to the shower to
clean up the evidence from the night.

After he was cleaned up and dressed he knocked on
Taylor's door. He heard a faint "Come in." He opened
the door and looked in. Taylor was sprawled on the
bed, sheets thrown off and her T-shirt ridden up
exposing the lower half of her body. Mike stood
transfixed looking at the juncture of Taylor's legs.
She stretched her arms above her head as Mike
continued to stare. "Good morning," she said.

Mike felt the heat flush his face as he mumbled,
"Sorry. I thought you were covered."

Taylor sat up her shirt falling to cover her. "Oh.
Gosh, Mike. You don't need to apologize. It's not like
we didn't see each other last night."

Mike tore his gaze away and looked into her face.
There was a demure and understanding smile on her face.
Did she understand what she was doing to him? "If we
want to get to Tahoe you better hurry."

Taylor bounced from the bed, pushed past him brushing
her body against his in the tight confines of the
doorway and said as she headed down the hall, "No way
am I missing Tahoe. Give me five minutes." She headed
into the bath and he heard the shower come on. He
started a quick breakfast of toaster waffles and syrup
along with some coffee. From down the hall he heard
Taylor shout, "I need a towel." Mike followed her
voice and saw that the door to the bathroom was open.
He looked through the clear glass of his shower to see
Taylor covered with soap. "Could you get me a towel?"
she asked sweetly. Mike pulled a towel from the rack
and hung it next to the shower. "Thanks. You're the
best," Taylor said as he fled.

Back in the kitchen Mike worked to control his
breathing. "I've got to talk with her," he said to
himself. He munched on the waffle as he pondered his
options. The shower stopped and a few minutes later
Taylor appeared her hair in a towel but thankfully
dressed. "Help yourself to a waffle."

"These are gross," she said.

"Shut up and eat," he said laughing. "You know I can't
cook."

"But, God. These taste like cardboard," she moaned
after taking a bite.

"That's what the syrup is for," he said pointing at
the Karo.

"Yuck. Don't you have any maple?"

"Uh, yeah. I think so."

Taylor went over to his fridge and found the Maple
syrup. With it she managed to put down a few of the
toaster waffles. Mike went off to find a heavy jacket
for Taylor. She had only brought a light coat. No way
was that enough for Tahoe in the winter.

An hour later they were starting to see snow by the
roadside. By the time they hit Highway 70 it was piled
deeply on both sides of the road. Driving slowly to
avoid ice Mike decided now was a good time. "Taylor,"
he started. She looked over. "I think maybe we should
be more careful about clothes,"

"You mean your jacket?" she asked.

"No. I mean wearing them around the house."

"Mike," she said in an exasperated voice. "You're
getting to sound just like Dad. God. One time I came
into the room as he was dressing and you'd thought the
world was ending. He tripped over his underwear and
fell on his face. I was laughing and he got so mad."

Mike got the picture of Bob, buck naked, laying on the
floor with Taylor laughing at him and he lost it. He
started to laugh and couldn't stop. Taylor joined in
and that made it worse. It was miles before they
started to calm down. "Oh Jesus, Taylor. I wish I
coulda seen his face."

"Mom heard him yelling and came running in. She stared
at him sitting on the floor naked with his pants
around his ankles and yelled at him 'What are you
doing?' He quit yelling at me and crawled into his
closet. I told Mom what happened and she started
laughing too. That really made him mad. Then they
started arguing and I was able to go hide in my room."

"Oh, God. Wait till next time I see your Dad," Mike
said.

"NO! Mike you'll get me in so much trouble. Remember.
We promised that everything we said or did this week
was just between us."

"Damn. You're right. Ok. But tell me again after this
week so I can ask him about it. I can't wait to see
his face when I bring it up," Mike said chuckling.

"No way. It's just between you and me," she said. "But
it was funny."

Distracted, Mike didn't bring the conversation back to
the topic of Taylor's nudity as he intended. Instead
he thought about Taylor's promise. Once again she had
sworn that this week was private. Just between them.
If she only knew what he was thinking, he mused, she
wouldn't be so sure about that. They were quiet for
some time as Mike struggled with his thoughts. 

Taylor seemed lost in the winter landscape around
them. The snow was piled deep on the surrounding
mountains but even so the rocks thrust up through the
snow in majestic peaks. Mike watched her watching the
landscape. She looked very beautiful to him at that
moment, her face nearly in rapture from the majesty of
the Sierra.

At Tahoe City Mike rented skis for Taylor. He headed
up Mount Rose to his favorite place. The highway cut
through a large meadow. The snowplows had cleared
parking spots by the road. In a few minutes they were
skiing across the meadow toward a rise covered with
ponderosa pines and firs. Cross-country was Mike's
winter passion and he brought Taylor up at least once
a year. She fell twice crossing the meadow, laughing in
the fresh soft powder and throwing some at Mike when
he came back to help her up. By the time they reached
the hill she had her legs under her again. They
climbed the hill weaving back and forth through the
trees. At the crest the trees thinned and a panoramic
view spread out before them. The entire Tahoe basin
lay at their feet. Twenty-six miles across, ringed
with jutting snow covered peaks; the intense blue of
the lake mirrored the cerulean blue of the sky. Mark
Twain, upon first seeing Tahoe, called it one of the
most beautiful places in the world. It might have been
an understatement.

Mike brushed snow off a rock outcropping so they could
sit. He pulled a thermos from the backpack and poured
hot cocoa for both. They sat quietly, warmed by the
cocoa, letting the grandeur seep into their souls. The
air was still, cold and clear. The lake, miles away,
was crystal clear and the deepest blue. 

"Mike?"

"What?" he answered.

"Thank you for showing me this." Taylor said quietly.

"You're welcome. I know what you mean. Being up here
cleans out your soul." Mike said looking out over the
basin.

Taylor put her hand on his, "I like being here with
you."

Mike sat quietly, completely aware of the heat of her
hand on his. It almost seemed to burn. His mind tried
to remind him that Taylor was his niece. She was just
being affectionate to her uncle. But why did she keep
doing things like a girlfriend? She doesn't know it,
he argued with himself. Unable to stop he turned his
hand and took hers. Her fingers interlaced with his
and she leaned against him letting her head drop on
his shoulder. Mike kissed her head. 

Taylor looked up smiling, with a hint of surprise and
delight mixed in her face. "That was nice. Will you
kiss me again?" Mike started to aim for her head but
Taylor sat up so that his lips found hers. What
started out as a quick peck became a slow lingering
kiss. "Wow," was all Taylor said as their lips parted.

"Yeah, wow," Mike responded.

"Again," Taylor said as she leaned into him. Their
lips met. This time Taylor parted her lips and brushed
his with her tongue. Mike's lips parted and they
started a dance of passion with their tongues. Mike
wrapped his arms around Taylor pulling her to him.
When they finally broke apart, Taylor looked up at
Mike and said, "Finally."

"Huh?"

"I've been trying to get you to kiss me since I knew
why you were so embarrassed," Taylor said.

Mike released her and leaned back. "I don't... What do
you mean since you knew why I was embarrassed?" he
asked.

"Remember, we were talking about the movie and when I
asked about me you got all embarrassed. That night I
had a dream about the movie and you were in it and so
was I. And I got all embarrassed because in the movie
you and I were making love. Then I knew why you had
gotten embarrassed."

Mike felt the heat rising in his cheeks made more
evident from the cold air. The images of the night
came back to him - Taylor and he in that movie. He
started to deny it. Then looking at Taylor he saw in
her eyes understanding. "You too, huh?"

She smiled, "Me too."

"Jesus, Taylor. What are we gonna do? I'm your uncle."

"Tell me about your dream first. I was in it, right?"
she asked.

Mike paused, wondering if he really could tell her
about that fantasy. He knew he was crossing another
boundary he shouldn't cross. But he was intoxicated
with her presence and under her spell from the kisses.
Maybe it was the lack of oxygen here in the mountains.
Maybe it was the blood rushing away from his head. He
should have been analytic but how many men are capable
of being rational when a beautiful young woman kisses
them and tells them that she dreams erotic dreams of
them?

He started slowly and then as the erotic feeling
flooded back the story of the night spilled as a
torrent from his lips. He ended, breathing deeply,
describing how he had orgasmed and fallen heavily
asleep.

Taylor was flushed as she launched into her own story.
She described the movie and then how Mike had appeared
in the movie and then she. She told me how she had
touched herself dreaming of him, wanting him.

"Taylor, we're both going to Hell," Mike said after
her story.

"Mike, you don't believe in Hell," she said.

"I was raised Catholic. You always believe in Hell,"
he said smiling. "But you're right. Intellectually I
doubt its existence. But we still have us a situation
here. I'm not sure what to do."

Taylor took his hand in hers and said, "Make me happy.
I know we can never marry or anything like that. But I
know you love me. I don't have a boyfriend and you
don't have a girlfriend. We can be temporary boyfriend
and girlfriend. Why not, Mike?"

Mike stood and started stuffing things back in the
pack. "Let me think, Taylor. I need to think about it."
He threw the pack on his shoulders and started back.
Taylor followed him back to the car. She was worried
because Mike said almost nothing on the trip back. An
occasional 'watch out' and 'let's go this way' was it.

On the ride home Mike was still quiet. Taylor wondered
if she should pitch her case or leave him alone. She
decided to let whatever was going through his mind go.
If she could have seen his thoughts she wouldn't have
worried. Mike was arguing with himself but he knew in
his heart it was an argument he had already lost. Any
argument he could pitch was overwhelmed by the images
of Taylor flooding his mind. Taylor naked in his bed.
Taylor kissing him. Taylor making love with him.
Taylor in his arms as he climaxed inside her. No mere
rational argument could win pitted against a beautiful
woman who wanted him to be her lover. A million years
of evolution was on the side of sex. Mike knew he was
just pretending to argue to make himself feel better.
Acknowledging this to himself, his thoughts followed a
new direction. He would be wonderful to Taylor. He
could show her real love, not fevered pumping in the
back seat of a car with some snot-nosed teenager. He
could show her how to please a man and how to be
pleased by a man. He could make it a unique and
wonderful introduction to physical love.

Taylor saw that Mike was smiling now. He was still
lost in his thoughts but the smile told her she had
won. She sat back and closed her eyes drifting off and
dreaming what their first time would be like. Would
they make love in his bed tonight? Would he carry her
into her room like a bride? What was it going to feel
like her first time? Would she make him happy? God,
she hoped she wouldn't do something wrong.

Mike looked over at Taylor now that he knew what he
had to do, wanted to do. Her eyes were closed and a
smile played on her lips. He was pervaded with tender
emotions mixed with desire for her. He thought of
pulling off the road and taking her in his arms right
there. But no, he had to make her first time something
special, something she could always remember with
pleasure.

He stopped at the market and put together a romantic
dinner. Ok, the market had baked the chicken and the
salad was already prepared, but he bought the flowers
and the candles. That counted for something.

Once home Taylor went off to freshen up. He heard the
shower running and decided to join her. He pulled off
his clothes and wrapped a towel around himself. Taylor
had left the door open again. As he came in she was
shampooing her hair. He opened the shower door
quietly, "Can I join you?" 

She turned startled, "What? Oh, you scared me."

"Sorry. Can I join you?" he asked again.

"Really? You'll get in?" she asked.

Mike dropped the towel and saw Taylor's eyes follow
the motion, her eyes stopping at the level of his
loins. He stepped into the shower and joined her.
"Thanks for inviting me," Mike said as Taylor finally
looked up.

"Yeah."

"Could I have the shampoo?" he asked.

Taylor looked blank for a second, her eyes darting
south and then back to his face. Finally she turned
and handed him the shampoo, "Here."

"Want me to get your back?" he asked.

"Sure," she answered, standing looking at him.

Making a small circle with his index finger he said,
"Turn around."

"Oh. Yeah." She turned as he grabbed the washcloth and
soap. Mike gently rubbed her back starting at her
shoulders. As he moved lower, he felt her muscles
tense. He ran the cloth over her little butt and down
her legs. 

When he finished he leaned next to her and whispered
in her ear, "Would you like me to do the front?" She
nodded, no sound escaping her constricted throat. This
wasn't the first time he had seen her naked but it
felt so very different. He was about to touch her. He
washed her neck and shoulders then moved over her
chest circling around her breasts. He saw her nipples
crinkle as he moved the cloth over them and away. He
washed her flat belly and them down to her sex. As he
ran the cloth between her legs Taylor closed her eyes
and a soft moan filled the shower. He took the time to
make sure she was clean. As he finished up he told
her, "Rinse off."

She opened her eyes and quietly said, "Oh my God," as
she turned into the spray. Mike started to wash the
day's sweat from himself as Taylor rinsed. She turned
to see him about to wash his loins. "Let me," she
implored. He smiled and handed her the cloth. She
gently started to rub the cloth over his cock. It
responded immediately and in just a few heartbeats was
proudly standing up. Taylor looked up at him. "Did I
do that?"

"There's nobody else here, sweetheart."

She looked back down and wrapped the cloth around his
erect cock. She started a slow jacking motion. Afraid
he'd never make it to dinner without blowing his load
if she kept that up Mike leaned forward and pulled
Taylor to him. He kissed her deeply then broke the
kiss and said, "We better hurry or dinner will be
ruined." With that excuse he quickly finished washing
and rinsing before Taylor caused him to explode.

"We don't need to dress for dinner, unless you want
to," he suggested.

"You mean eat like this?" Taylor asked.

"Sure. Why not?"

Taylor looked leery but nodded.

Mike put the already prepared dinner on the table, lit
candles and poured wine for both of them. He pulled
out her chair and slid it in as she sat down. He sat
and lifted his glass, "To a most beautiful woman."

Taylor smiled and shyly lifted her glass to clink his.
Their eyes locked as they sipped the wine. Few words
were exchanged over dinner. They weren't necessary. An
erotic tension filled the air. A glance full of
meaning, a slight smile served as all the
communication they needed. Mike would look at Taylor
and his hunger for her would crackle through the air
to her causing butterflies in her stomach. Taylor
would look at Mike and her desire would burn into his
breast causing his heart to beat faster and his cock
to rise again. 

Mike had downed his wine and Taylor was taking the
last sip of hers when Mike held out his hand to her.
"Taylor?" She nodded and put her hand in his. "Would
you sleep with me tonight?"

Her breath caught for a moment and then she answered,
"I was wondering what was taking you so long to ask?"

He laughed, "I'm just slow sometimes," as he stood and
led her down the hall to his room. Mike lit a candle
he had in the room. He turned to Taylor. She stood,
hands held in front of her looking unsure of herself.

"Changing your mind?" he asked.

Taylor shook her head. "No. Mike, you know I've
never..."

"Yes, I know. I want it to be a wonderful night that
you'll remember the rest of your life and be glad
about it."

Her face brightened. "I thought about that. You know,
after I realized, I mean, when I knew that you liked
young girls like me and then you got kind of excited
by me. I thought about you and I thought that you'd
make it good. I mean, you'd know how to make it good
for a girl."

Mike took her hand and led her to his bed. He lifted
her face to his and kissed her gently. "Taylor, I love
you."

"Mike, I love you." She returned the kiss. 

They lay down on the bed. Mike pulled Taylor into his
arms, their lips meeting as their bodies came
together. The heat of their passion ignited their
bodies. Taylor felt Mike's hardness against her belly.
She felt almost dizzy from the sensations in her body.
The kisses, Mike's hands on her skin, her nipples
brushing against his chest and his cock pressing
against her loins. She felt his hands slide down over
her back and cup her ass pulling her against his cock.
Her legs parted slightly and his cock slid between
them, rubbing along her pussy. She gasped from the
pleasurable surges in her body. She felt herself
becoming wet as Mike slowly sawed his cock between her
legs. It was soon coated with her juices from her
excitement and slid easily along her pussy.

Taylor moaned into Mike's mouth as she thought, 'so
this is sex' just as Mike broke the kiss and moved
down. His cock slid from between Taylor's legs and she
felt the loss. Mike was kissing and licking around her
tits. He took one nipple into his mouth, nipping
lightly as he sucked on her nipple. His fingers
massaged her other breast as he continued to kiss and
suck. Mike kissed across her chest and gently attacked
her other nipple. He circled the hard nipple with his
tongue and sucked her tit into his mouth. Mike moved
back up kissing Taylor passionately and then back down
to her tits. Her body was flooding with new sensations
as Mike kissed and fondled her tits and kissed her
mouth and then returned to her tits. 

She felt his lips leave her tit and start kissing
across her belly. His tongue lapped around her navel
and dipped into it tickling her slightly before
continuing down. Taylor tensed as Mike neared her
pussy with his tongue. She had never even had a boy
touch her there and now her uncle was going to kiss
her pussy. What was it going to feel like?

Mike lapped along Taylor's labia up one side and down
the other. At the bottom he insinuated his tongue
between her lips and ran it up parting her labia with
his tongue. As he crossed over her clitoris she
jumped. He stopped, holding his tongue still over her
clitoris. Then he pressed his tongue against her
slowly. He worked his tongue in circles around her
bud. Taylor's hips started to move in circles, her
clitoris following his tongue, trying to bring them
back together. Mike ran his tongue back down her pussy
until it found her vagina. He lanced up into her,
sliding his tongue up and back out. He was fucking her
with his tongue. Her musky juices flowed out coating
his face. She was becoming wetter and wetter. Mike
moved back up and licked her clitoris and then sucked
it into his mouth. 

He began to tongue her seriously, and let his finger
explore her pussy, gently exploring her virginity.  A
moan deep in a low almost guttural register sounded in
Taylor's body as his finger dipped into her hole. 
Mike felt some thin tissue blocking progress, and knew
he had hit her hymen.  He felt his cock surge from the
thought that he would soon be taking Taylor's cherry.

She was very close to coming now, but Mike wanted to
prolong the lead up to her orgasm. Carefully, Mike
kept her at a plateau. He sucked and licked at her
clitoris and then slowed and stopped before starting
the cycle over.  Taylor's angelic face was bathed in
the soft light, her eyes were closed and her lips were
slightly parted.  The soft strands of her hair framed
her face.  Her nipples were erect, so much so that
most of the pink areolas were now part of the rising
nipples.  Her breasts had swelled to a full roundness,
and there were tiny, almost delicate beads of sweat on
her chest and shoulders.

Mike knew she was close and moved up and knelt between
her thighs, his hard dick pointing at her pussy.  Mike
lowered his hips down until the end of his cock was
against her slit. Her eyes popped open and she bit her
lower lip.

"Oh! I'm scared, Mike," she whispered, grabbing his
hand.

"I know.  We don't have to if you don't want to," Mike
said, but at that moment he started rubbing her
clitoris directly with his cockhead.  If she had said
no, he would have stopped, but he might have gone mad.

But she responded immediately to the direct
stimulation of her clitoris.  "Uhh. Umm.  No, I want
to, I want to.  Put it in.  But please don't hurt me."
She was talking in a dreamy voice now, on the verge of
her first orgasm, her hands opening and closing, her
eyes rolling, and her hips churning.

Mike pressed the head of his cock up against her pussy
and moved his finger over her clit, making slow
circles around and over it. Taylor's pussy was tight.
Mike began to gently slowly slip his cock in and out,
no more than the tip, while his thumb continued to do
its magic.  He bent down and began to suck on her hard
nipples, one then the other. The tip of his cock slid
in and out of her pussy. Mike began to very gradually
increase the depth of his strokes. 

The feeling of her young pussy around his cock was
indescribable.  Mike knew he couldn't wait any longer.
He wanted to feel himself inside her fully. His finger
continued to hold her close to her climax.

"Taylor," he said, but she only moaned.  "Taylor,
sweetheart. This part will hurt a bit. The first time
you do this it hurts. Then it never does again.  Don't
be afraid." His heart was racing, His breath was
coming in short and quick puffs and butterflies were
dancing in his stomach.  "If you want to stop, say so,
honey."

Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort
of drunken smile.  "Do it to me," she said, her voice
ten years older than it had been before.

Mike began to rub her clitoris with fast circular
motions, and felt her edging over the plateau.  When
he felt her thighs begin to twitch and heard her
breath drawn in sharply, he pressed past her hymen
breaking it with one stroke.

Her face grimaced slightly - but her orgasm quickly
covered it with intense pleasure.  She sighed and
moaned her head rolling around. Mike felt the flood of
her first come filling her pussy and lubricating
everything.  Her tight pussy was gripping his cock and
sucking at it.  The sensation was pure madness.  Mike
felt like he was fucking a goddess, his mind reeling,
almost passing out.  She was whining now, a whine of
pleasure, matching the rhythm of his strokes. He found
himself making a low, guttural noise as his own climax
began to rise.

She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her
hips still shifting from side to side.  Mike tried to
hold on, to wait for her own series of climaxes to
end. But the intense pressure on his cock along with
the knowledge of the pleasure he was bringing Taylor
pushed him over the edge. He cock erupted filling
Taylor with his cum. His whole being centered in his
loins as he poured himself out and into her. After the
last spasm, Mike felt all of his strength drain from
his body as he collapsed on Taylor. He felt her hips
still moving under him as she milked the last of her
pleasure from his softening cock. 

Mike pushed himself up so that he wasn't crushing
Taylor. Her eyes fluttered open. "Oh God. I didn't
know."

"Didn't know what?" he asked.

"That it would be like that." She squeezed her arms
around his back hugging him tightly. 

Mike smiled down at her, "Did you like it?"

She smiled, her hips moving around his semi-hard cock,
"Oh Mike. That was so incredible. I never knew it
would feel so good. I can't even describe it."

"I know," he said. He kissed her softly on her brow.
She pushed her hips against him rubbing her pussy on
his body. They shared a smile. The intense intimacy of
the moment was greater than he had ever felt before.
He wanted Taylor like this forever. It was crazy but
he knew he was in love with his niece. Oh yes, in lust
as well but what he felt right then was love. A desire
to make her happy and pleasure in the pleasure he had
brought her. "I love you, sweetheart," he said quietly.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. "Mike?"

"Yes, sweetheart," he answered.

"Do you mean that?" her voice quavered slightly as she
asked.

"Yes. I mean it."

Taylor wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his
face to hers as she said, "I love you, too." The
sentence ended in their kiss. Bathed in an almost
giddy happiness Mike rolled off Taylor pulling her
with him. Taylor snuggled in Mike's arms her head
under his chin. "Mike?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Thank you. You made it really nice," she said.

"It was my pleasure, Milady," he said adopting a
gallant tone.

Taylor smiled. "Mike, did you really mean it?"

"Yes, I meant it."

She put her hand on his cheek, "Thank you. I know we
can never do anything about it. You know, be a
boyfriend-girlfriend or anything. But it means a lot
that you feel like that."

Mike's lips found hers and tried to communicate all he
felt in that touch. When they broke their kiss
Taylor's eyes were misted. She put her head back on
his chest. Mike gently stroked her back. They lay that
way, Mike caressing Taylor, for some time. He felt her
breathing change, become regular and deep and realized
she had slipped into sleep. He reached over the side
board and put out the candle before rolling back
toward his niece, now his lover, and falling asleep
next to her.

*****

The phone was ringing. Mike's eyes opened groggily. He
reached over and picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"Mike. This is Robert." 

Mike's eyes finally focused on the clock. Six a.m.
'Shit,' he thought. 'The son of a bitch did it again.'
"Can't you call after I get up?"

"I'm about to hop on a plane. I'm getting in at noon.
Can you bring Taylor and pick me up?"

Taylor rolled over toward Mike and started to ask
something. Mike's hand darted out and covered her
mouth as his eyes widened in warning. "Yeah, I'll
bring her down. What's up?" He shook his head at
Taylor as he released her. She understood and didn't
say anything.

"Cherri's dad is better. Don't know what to expect but
I'm coming home. Cherri is going to stay here for
awhile." There was a pause, "They're calling my plane.
I'm flying through Chicago on United. It's the only
flight I could get. See you at noon. Bye."

"Yeah, bye." Mike hung up the receiver. Taylor looked
quizzical. "Oh shit, Taylor. That was your Dad. Could
you imagine what he would have said if you said
something and he realized you were in my bed?"

"He would have had a heart attack," she said.

"Me too," Mike said starting to laugh. Then turning
serious he said, "Your dad's flying home today."

"No," she nearly screamed. "We were going to have all
week."

"I know. But he's getting on a plane now."

"Mike, please let me stay the rest of the week.
Please," Taylor begged.

"Oh sweetie. I wish I could. How would we explain
that? They'd never go along with that. And if they get
suspicious we're both cooked," he said reasonably.

"This is just so unfair. My first time and now we
can't do it any more."

"Which reminds me, how are you feeling? I mean, down
there."

Taylor paused and said, "Oh. I may be a little sore I
guess. I hadn't noticed till you asked." She moved
around on the bed to sit up. "It's not bad. No worse
than a period."

"Let's get cleaned up. We can talk in the shower," he
said.

Taylor's face brightened at the thought of a shared
shower, "Cool."

After the shower which included mutual washing but
never quite became sexual, Mike started keeping Taylor
busy with preparations to go pick up her Dad. By the
time they were ready to leave it was time. And Taylor
had been too busy to put up much of a fight. Mike
threw her stuff in his car and they headed off to the
City.

About ten minutes later Taylor broke her silence.
"Mike?" He looked over. "Are we going to... I mean,
are we, you know?"

Mike smiled. "You know? That's what you call it. I've
been reduced to, you know."

Taylor smacked him on the arm. "That's not what I
meant. Are we still going to make love like last
night?"

"I want to more than anything, Taylor. But I just can't
see how. If your parents get suspicious we'll both be
in so much trouble. Me more than you." Mike stared
ahead his face impassive but his thoughts were in
chaos.

"I've been thinking about that all morning. I knew
that's what you were going to say," Taylor's voice
trailed off low and disappointed.

Mike reached over and took her hand in his. "Any
ideas?"

"No. You know we never really see each other except
when my parents are around," she said.

"I know. Taylor, I want you to know that this was very
special for me. It wasn't just the sex, though that
was wonderful." Her face light up at that. "But I
really do love you. It can never go anywhere, we both
know that. But sharing my love with you was, well,
very special. I can't even find the words." Taylor was
gripping his hand like it was a lifeline. "I guess
what I'm trying to say is, you shared something
precious with me. I'll always remember that and think
of you."

Taylor wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye.
"And you made it very special for me, Mike. Thank
you." She sat holding his hand quietly for a minute
then said, "Who would have thought when you picked me
up at the house that we'd be in bed a couple days
later?"

"Nobody. Or they would of locked me up," Mike said
laughing.

Taylor joined in the laughter then became serious. "I
want you to know that I won't ever breath a word to
anyone. I won't ever hurt you." It was Mike's turn to
squeeze her hand.

"I guess it's time to start being Uncle and Niece
again," he said.

"Not yet. When we get out of the car in San Francisco.
Ok?" He nodded. "And Mike, you are going to have to
give me the best last kiss you have ever given
anyone."

"It's a deal," he said. He turned back to finish their
drive to separation.




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