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Runaway Niece

Lucas Ramsey collapsed in his La-Z-Boy and sipped his scotch. It
had been a very long day. In fact, it had been a long week. He
had just arrived home from a business trip to Hong Kong. He had
been there all week and had worked very hard to put this deal
together. He needed manufacturing and he had found a group he
thought could put it together. He hadn't expected to find a major
new market, but that's what had happened.

He didn't really need to work anymore, but he enjoyed it. At 56,
he could retire and never get out of his chair again, but he
liked staying busy. His wife had wanted this business to succeed
and it had. After her passing, caused by a blood clot after a
visit to the dentist, work had been all that kept him sane. He
had loved Lilly with every fiber of his being. Her death left a
hole in his life that had never really filled in.

The scotch was very good. It was a single malt and he made a note
to buy it again. He felt something unusual and then realized his
cell phone was vibrating. He had turned it to vibrate and
forgotten to turn it back up.

He got it out and looked. He didn't recognize the number, but he
got calls from many people he didn't know so he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Uncle Luke?" he heard a girl's voice on the line. "Is that
you?"

"This is Lucas Ramsey," he said. "Is that you, Samantha?"

Samantha was his only niece. She lived in Seattle and he saw her
maybe once a year. His youngest sister was her mother and he
never really got along with Rebecca. She was too careless with
her life and too slutty for his tastes. She was drop dead
gorgeous and she had parlayed her looks into a series of
marriages that had left her very well off. They rarely spoke and
Samantha had never called him before.

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry to bother you."

"You aren't a bother to me," he told her. "I'm just surprised to
hear from you. I didn't even know you had my number. How are you,
honey?"

The last time he had seen Samantha she had been about 12 and she
had looked more like eight. She was a tiny little blond pixie of
a girl and Lucas had thought she was charming. He took her to the
zoo in San Diego that Christmas when they had met at his parents'
house, and he had loved her enthusiasm at everything they saw.

"I got your number from Aunt Susan," she told him. "I'm in
trouble, Uncle Luke and I don't have anywhere else to turn. I
need your help. If you don't help me I don't know what I'm going
to do."

He could tell she was crying. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Where
are you?"

"I'm in Portland. I was wondering if you could come and pick me
up?"

"You're here? What are you doing... never mind that. You can tell
me after I come and get you. Where are you?"

"I'm at the train station. It's not in a very nice place and I'm
scared."

"Find a policeman or someone that works there," he told her.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Ok," she sniffed a little. "Thanks Uncle Luke."

"Hang tight," he told her.

He jumped up and grabbed his coat and keys. He went to the
parking garage and fired up his 1970 Buick GSX. The big yellow
and black muscle car rumbled to life and he drove quickly to the
train station. He caught most of the lights and he was parking in
fifteen minutes.

The train station was underground and it was in a rough
neighborhood. He took the stairs two at a time and looked around
the platform for Samantha. There were only three people in sight
and none of them were her. He walked along the platform and saw a
corridor leading off to the right. He heard voices and walked
down to the turn. He saw a group of four young men, a young girl
and a slightly older girl. The two women were backed against the
wall and the men had surrounded them. He saw one of the men reach
out and touch Samantha. She slapped his hand away and Lucas was
close enough to hear what they were saying now.

"Come on, baby," the one that had touched Samantha was saying.
"You know a fine looking bitch like you wants the big package.
Tyrone got the big dick. He make that pretty little white pussy
feel real nice."

"Leave us alone," the older girl said. "I've already called the
cops and you punks better get out of here."

She was a tall, slender black girl who looked like she was in her
early twenties. She had on a uniform and she evidently worked for
the train company.

"Who asked you, bitch?" one of the other's asked. "You better
watch yo mouth. Popo don't come down here. He afraid we fuck him
up."

Lucas was now within ten yards and he cleared his throat. The
thugs turned to look at him.

"May I help you gentlemen?" he asked.

"Old white man better get to stepping," the one that had touched
Samantha said. "This none of you bidness. You don't want none of
this."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Lucas said. "This young lady is my
niece and I'm here to pick her up. I don't think the ladies are
interested. I suggest you pull up those pants and get moving."

"You talking shit to Tyrone? I fuck you up, white boy."

"I don't think so," Lucas advanced toward him. They were now
within reach and they got a feel for his size. Tyrone looked at
his boys a little nervously. This white man was huge.

Lucas was six feet six inches tall in his socks and he weighed
310 pounds. None of it was fat belly. He had played tackle in
college and could have played pro ball. He was the number 12 pick
in the draft his senior year. He had chosen to go into mixed
martial arts and fought for six years in Japan. When the company
was bought out by the Americans, it became evident that they
weren't going to have a weight class he could compete in and he
retired.

Tyrone pulled a straight razor out of his pocket and Lucas kicked
him in the belly. He flew across the corridor and slammed against
the wall. He slumped to the floor unconscious, but Lucas was
already moving. He got a right in just below the ear of the
nearest thug and he dropped like he had been shot. Lucas spun
away and caught the third with a spinning back fist on the bridge
of the nose. The nose broke with a sickening crunch and the
remaining thug was running as fast as his low hanging pants
allowed.

"I told him he should pull up his pants," Lucas said. "Are you
ladies ok?"

They stared at him in silence for a moment, their mouths hanging
open.

"I'm leaking," the thug holding his broken nose cried. "Somebody
call the ambulance."

Samantha shook her head and ran to Lucas. She jumped on him and
he caught her easily, hugging her to him as she wrapped her arms
and legs around him.

She kissed him fiercely and buried her face in his shoulder. "My
God, Uncle Luke, I can't believe you did that. I thought they
were going to rape us or kill us. Maybe both. Thanks for coming
to get me."

He laughed and set her down. "You're welcome. I think we should
get out of here before they wake up or the cops finally show up
and we have to answer a bunch of awkward questions. Are you going
to introduce me to your friend?"

She took his hand in her little one and the young woman's hand
with the other. They walked back toward the platform and Samantha
introduced them.

"This is Lila. She works on the trains. She lives here and she
was taking me back to the office to wait for you when those men
saw us. Lila, this is my Uncle Lucas Ramsey."

"Pleased to meet you," Lila said. "Especially since you got us
out of a bad situation back there. There's supposed to be a
security guard here. I don't know where he's at. Are you the
Lucas Ramsey; the telecommunications guru?"

He laughed. "No, he's an imposter. I'm really just Uncle Luke. I
pretend to be a tycoon but my real job is rescuing damsels in
distress."

Lila laughed. Lucas liked her laugh. It was full and deep like
her voice. She was a very attractive lady, he decided.

"Well girls, let's get out of here. I know an all-night diner
that's close. They have good pie. Will you let me buy you a piece
of pie and a cup of coffee? There's a story I need to hear and
I'd love to have two beautiful ladies go with me."

"I'd like that," Samantha said. "Please, Lila; will you go with
us?"

The girl hesitated for a minute. "Yes, I'll go. I should call my
mom and tell her I'm in. She worries if I'm late."

When they reached the street Lila called her mother and Lucas led
the way to where he had parked his car.

"Oh my God," Samantha exclaimed when she saw the GSX. "Is that
your car, Uncle Luke?"

"Yes, do you like it?"

"I love it," she exclaimed. "It looks like a giant bumble bee."

"Well, you're going to have to sit in the back," he told her.
"You're the only one little enough to get back there."

They climbed in and Samantha sat forward so that she could put an
arm around each of their shoulders. When he fired the big V8 up
she was thrilled with the rumble of the exhaust. "Is it fast?"
she asked.

He pulled into the street and stopped at the light. "Want to
see?" he asked them.

"Oh, yes," Samantha said. Lila nodded, her big brown eyes
shining.

When the light changed he punched it. The 455 roared and the big
car fishtailed as the fat tires clawed for traction. Samantha was
pinned back to her seat and Lila clutched her arm rest as the GSX
roared through the gears. The streets were deserted and the
speedometer quickly climbed past one hundred before Lucas dropped
it back down to the legal limit.

The girls chattered excitedly. "Jesus, Uncle Luke. That was like
one of those powered launch roller coasters," Samantha said. "I
love this car."

"I'll let you drive it sometime," he told her. "Do you have your
license?"

"No, I'm only fifteen," she said. "I have a permit though. I can
drive with an adult in the car."

"Well, it's a good thing Lila's an adult," he laughed. "That way
us kids can drive."

Lila laughed again. That was what Lucas had been hoping to hear.
"You are just a big kid," she said. "One of us has to be
responsible."

They pulled into the diner and sat down in a booth. Samantha sat
very close to Lucas and they ordered. Lucas and Lila had coffee
with their pie and Samantha had hot chocolate.

"I guess you want to know why I called you," she told him.

"Yes, I've been wondering about that. If you want to wait until
we're alone to tell me, that's ok," he said.

"No, I don't mind Lila knowing," she said. "She was very nice to
me on the train and she tried to help me when we got here."

"Have you run away from home?" Lila asked her.

"Yes," she glanced up shyly at Lucas. "I know you don't like Mom
very much, Uncle Luke. I don't like her much either. She's always
been nice to me, but with her, she's what matters most and
everything else comes second. I've always been sort of an
inconvenience to her." Her deep blue eyes filled with tears.

"I've always been ok with that. I'd just as soon not be around
her much anyway. But two months ago she met Raymond. He puts on a
good show, but after a couple of weeks of living with us he
started... doing things," she shifted uncomfortably.

Lucas knew where this was going. "I understand, honey. You don't
have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No I want you to know. If you know you won't send me back to
her. He would come in 'accidently' when I was getting out of the
shower or getting ready for bed. He started brushing up against
my boobs or my butt. He watched me all the time and it made my
skin crawl. We went swimming once and he had his hands all over
me. He would come into my room in just his underwear. He wanted
me to touch him..." her voice broke and she began to sob. "I
hated him. He makes me feel dirty and ashamed. I had to get out
of there, Uncle Luke. I tried to tell mom and she was furious.
Not with him though, with me. She called me a slut and said if I
didn't tease him and go around looking like a whore, it wouldn't
happen. I'm not a slut, Uncle Luke."

Her small body shook with sobs and he hugged her tightly. "I know
you aren't, baby girl. None of this is your fault. Don't worry
about it. Did you tell Aunt Susan about this?"

"Yes, after I ran away I called her. She's the one that suggested
I come to you. I'm sorry to bother you, Uncle Luke, but you and
Aunt Susan and Grandma are the only family I have. I remembered
when you took me to the zoo and I thought you liked me. I tried
to make you like me. I thought if you liked me maybe... If you
thought I was pretty... you might... " she was sobbing so much
she couldn't continue.

Lila reached over and patted her hand. Lucas' heart was breaking.
He couldn't stand the thought of anyone making this little angel
so sad.

"I do like you, baby. I think I would fall in love with you if I
knew you better. I just haven't been able to spend much time with
you. I'm sorry about that. If I had known... no that's just an
excuse. I never knew you were so unhappy. I've always known
Rebecca was a bitch. That's why I avoid her. I was selfish. I
should have found a way to get to know my niece better. That's my
fault and I'm very sorry. Will you forgive me, baby?"

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "It's not your fault
either," she said. "I'm not your kid. There's no reason you
should have been any different. When you had the chance you were
nice to me. That day you took me to the zoo was the best day of
my life. Someone was nice to me just because they liked me. I've
always held on to that. That's what gave me the courage to come
here."

"You're breaking my heart," Lila said. "God, what a mess. What
are you going to do?"

"What do you want me to do for you?" Lucas asked. "I'll do
anything I can."

"I don't know what to do," Samantha said. "I need help. What do
you think I should do, Uncle Luke?"

He thought for a minute. "Do you think you might like to stay
here in Portland with me?" he asked. "I guess you could go to New
York and stay with Susan, but she already has her plate full with
taking care of Bob. Did you know he has cancer?"

"Yes," Samantha nodded. "Would you really let me stay with you?"

"I can't think of anything I'd like better," he told her. "Do you
think Rebecca will try to make you come back?"

"I don't think so," she said. "She'll be pissed off about it, but
she never really wanted me there in the first place. She might
make me come back just out of spite. Do we have to tell her?"

Lila thought that they should tell Rebecca. "I think you should
tell her that Samantha is with you and that you know what was
going on. You should threaten to tell Family Services that
bastard was molesting her. Tell her that if she doesn't give you
custody of Samantha you'll have the bastard arrested and she'll
go to jail too. I know about you, Lucas. You have the ability to
get that done."

"Would that be ok, sweetheart?" he asked Samantha.

She cried some more when he asked her. "I thought that would make
you happy," he said.

"It does," she sobbed. "I'm not crying because I'm sad. I just
can't believe I could be so lucky to have an Uncle like you. I
was hoping you might want me, but I was so afraid you wouldn't."

"You are very lucky, Samantha," Lila told her. "You're lucky too,
Lucas. Listen guys, I want to know how this all comes out, but
I've got to get home. I'm sorry, but I have to catch a train in
the morning. I need to call a cab."

"Nonsense," Lucas told her. "We'll take you home. But there's one
more piece of business to take care of before we go."

"What is it" Samantha asked.

"It's about Lila," he said. "Will you go out with me, Lila?"

Samantha squealed with delight. "Oh, please say yes, Lila. That
would be so cool."

"I know I'm too old for you," Lucas said. "Would you give me a
chance?"

She looked at him with those huge, honest brown eyes. "I might,"
she said. "There are some big problems though."

"What?" he asked. "Line them up and I'll knock them down."

"Well, you're obviously a very nice guy," she said. "You're very
good looking, you're loyal, you love your family and you're
taking in your niece that you hardly know."

"Those are problems?" Samantha asked.

Lila laughed and it sent a thrill through Lucas. "No, I guess
those are anti-problems. The problem is; first the age thing. You
don't look a day over 35, Lucas. That's still 10 years older than
me. You're white and I'm black. You're rich and I'm not. I'm sure
I'll think of others."

"Ok, I get the age thing," he said. "I'm in good shape though."

"I know," she laughed. "I just saw you put a beat down on four
thugs half your age."

"Ok, I think we can work with that," he said. "I don't get the
black and white thing."

"Would you want Samantha going out with a black guy twice her
age?"

He thought for a minute. "I don't want to offend you, Lila, but
you asked. No I wouldn't like that. Not in general. It would
depend on the guy. I don't like it on general principle. It makes
me uncomfortable. The stereotypical relationship like that is
something ugly. Some black guys seem to have a thing for white
girls. I think it's racist. I hate that sort of thing. I suppose
there are white guys with the same kinds of sick ideas. I don't
have a thing for black girls, Lila. I'm only interested in one."

"I understand, but my mother won't. She's going to feel just like
you do about Samantha going out with a black guy. I feel that way
too."

"Well, we just need for her to get to know Uncle Luke," Samantha
said. "Then she'll fall in love with him and there's no
problem."

"That sounds right, but it won't be that simple," Lila said.
"She's going to have a hissy cow when she finds out."

Lucas laughed. "I love that phrase," he said. "Now, I really
don't get the rich, not rich thing."

"Don't you?" she asked. "Don't tell me that there haven't been
thousands of women that have tried to get in bed with you just so
they could get close to your money."

"Well, I can usually spot that sort of thing a mile away," he
said. "They don't usually come up with lists of reasons they
won't go out with me."

That made Lila laugh for a long time and Samantha giggled too.
"Ok, I see that you've thought about this and you're making me
seem silly," Lila said. "I'll think about it. Call me on Thursday
when I get back in and ask me again. Ok?"

Lucas had to be content with that. He paid the check and they
dropped Lila off. She kissed his cheek and hugged Samantha for a
long time. They both cried a little and she went inside. She
turned and waved from the top step and they drove away.

When they got home, there was a problem. Samantha didn't have any
clothes or personal items. They drove to a convenience store and
she bought a toothbrush, toothpaste and contact solution. She
still didn't have any clothes, but Lucas got her a t-shirt to
sleep in. He had a spare bedroom for her and she went to take a
shower and put on the t-shirt. She brought out her dirty clothes
and he took them. He took her to the laundry room and showed her
how to use the machines. He was a little embarrassed to put a
tiny pink thong in the washing machine and the little matching;
lacy bra was just as intriguing.

They turned the machine on and he put a frozen pizza in the oven.
She was hungry, even after the pie, and they shared the pizza.
She looked adorable in his t-shirt. She was a tiny little thing
and it made a good nightgown. She wasn't much over five feet and
he doubted she weighed more than a hundred pounds.

"Stand there and let me look at you," he told her. "You've grown
up a lot since the last time I saw you."

She was a little embarrassed, but she posed with her hand on one
hip while he looked her over. She wore her blonde hair long,
reaching to the middle of her back. It had streaks of brown in it
and she confessed that she colored it with the brown highlights.
It was pure blonde naturally.

Her face was gorgeous. Her eyes were huge and a deep, cobalt
blue. She was very brown and she told him she tanned. Not
artificially, but her mother had a sun deck and she spent a lot
of time there. She had a cute little button nose with a dusting
of freckles on it, full, pouty lips and a little pointed chin.
Her cheeks dimpled when she smiled and she smiled a lot. She was
a little brown cherub. She was very slender, but there were
definite feminine shapes under the t-shirt. She had small, pointy
teen age breasts and he could have sworn he could make out little
hard pointed nipples under the thin material. The way she stood
showed that her hips were curved in all the right places and he
could see a firm little round butt when she turned around to give
him a look at her from the back.

"Well, do I pass inspection?" she asked him.

"You're perfect," he told her. "God, you're beautiful, baby. You
grew up right. You're going to break hearts."

"Not yours," she told him. "I'm going to love you all my life and
I'm going to make you very happy. I'm going to make you proud of
me."

"Don't worry about that," he told her. "I already am. Tell me
about Samantha."

"Well, I play trumpet in the jazz band at school," she began.
"I'm very sad I had to leave my trumpet in Seattle."

"We'll get you one," he assured her. "What else? What do you like
to do?"

"I like math and science," she told him. "I was third in my
class, I was on the debate team and I swim the 100 meter
butterfly and dive. I like old music and fast cars. I like to
cuddle," she hinted, "but I haven't had anyone to do that with."

He pulled her over against him and she snuggled into his huge
form; one arm across his chest and her head on his chest.

"That's better," She said. "I like being outside, I like fishing
and camping and I like horses. What do you like, Uncle Luke."

"I like little gorgeous blonde girls," he said. She giggled and
he continued. "I like to snow ski, I like a lot of the things you
like. Are you sure you didn't just make that stuff up because you
knew I liked them?"

She giggled again. "I don't know anything about you. Mom never
talked about you. I think she was jealous of you because you are
all the things she could never be. When are we going to talk to
her?"

"I think we should do it tomorrow," he told her. "It isn't going
to be fun, but I don't like to put unpleasant things off. Do you
want to see her face to face or do you want to give her a Skipe
call?"

"I don't want to talk to her at all, but I will if you want me
to," she said.

"I can handle it if you want me to," he told her. "I'll talk to
my lawyers in the morning, get the paperwork ready and fly up to
Seattle and confront her. I'll make her sign the papers and be
home in time for dinner. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like you're my hero," she said. She took his hand and
snuggled her cheek into it. "Thank you, Uncle Luke. I'll make it
up to you somehow."

"You don't have anything to make up for," he told her. "That's
one thing I won't allow if you're going to stay with me. It's ok
to be thankful, but families do things for each other. When they
do, it isn't because they expect to be 'paid back.' I'm doing
this for you because it makes me happy for you to be happy. Do
you understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Luke. But I'll never forget what you're doing for me.
You've already saved me from being raped and maybe killed. I
didn't know you could fight like that."

"Your mother probably never told you, but I used to fight mixed
martial arts professionally. I never lost a fight. Those punks
didn't stand a chance. There are some people you just shouldn't
fuck with. I'm sorry, Samantha, I shouldn't have said that word,"
he apologized.

"It's ok, I've heard it before," she said. "I say it sometimes
too."

"Not anymore, you don't," he told her. "I won't either. I never
want you to talk like that, ok?"

She laughed. "You are old, Uncle Lucas. But if you don't like it,
I won't."

"It's time for bed," he told her. "I've got a long, unpleasant
day tomorrow."

She jumped up and helped pull him up. "I know, and I know you're
doing it for me," she said. She kissed him and scampered off to
her bedroom. He fell asleep instantly when his head hit the
pillow.

He awoke with the feeling something was unusual. He had been
dreaming a very pleasant dream. He was in bed and holding an
angel in his arms. Hair was tickling his neck and he felt a warm
little body snuggled up against his chest. He had an erection and
it was nestled between the cheeks of a very firm, round little
butt. A head was resting on his arm and a girl was spooned up
against him. His arm was over her and his hand was resting on one
firm little breast. He could feel a hard nipple under his
fingers. He squeezed it and the form wiggled a little. He opened
his eyes. It was dark but he could see the blonde hair spread out
over his pillow and over his arm.

He snatched his hand away from her breast and scooted his butt
back so that his erection was no longer touching her. She stirred
and he whispered, "Samantha?"

Her head turned and the moonlight fell across her beautiful face.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Luke. I didn't mean to wake you. I was lonely
and scared and I couldn't sleep. Can I sleep with you?"

"No, Samantha. I'm naked. I don't sleep in anything."

"I know," she giggled. "I could feel you getting hard. It's ok. I
won't molest you. I don't mind."

"I do," he said. "You're my niece, for God's sake. I can't sleep
naked with my niece!"

"Why not?" she asked. "I told you I wouldn't molest you." She
scooted her butt back against him and pressed it against his
erection. "You feel really nice. Please, Uncle Luke, just hold
me. It's ok, I trust you."

"You shouldn't," he told her. "It's been a long time since I held
a girl in my arms. You're making me horny, Samantha. It's
embarrassing."

"People get horny," she said. "Go take care of it and come back
to bed. I'll take off my t-shirt if that will help you not be
embarrassed."

Now Lucas was really embarrassed. He couldn't believe that she
had suggested he go and masturbate. He got up and went into the
bathroom. He sat on the stool and his erection refused to
subside. He sighed and stroked it, the thoughts of that fantastic
butt and that hard little nipple running through his mind. He
exploded and cum flew everywhere. When he was finished, he
cleaned up and went back to his bed. He slipped under the sheets
and lay on his side facing her. When she felt him get in she
immediately scooted across and fitted herself against him again.
She laid her head on his arm and pulled the other over her. She
settled his hand over that pert little breast and he drew in his
breath with a gasp. She was naked!

Her little nipple was rock hard under his fingers and the feeling
of her smooth, silky butt against him was amazing. She sighed and
pressed his hand over her breast. He felt her relax, and she was
asleep. He lay awake for a while, just holding her tiny form in
his arms. He felt his heart swell. This little naked waif trusted
him, she was counting on him and he wasn't going to let her
down.

He fell asleep and it seemed like he had just closed his eyes
when the alarm went off. He saw one little brown arm slip out of
the covers and slap the snooze button. He remembered that she had
slept with him. He was on his back and she was lying half across
him. Her cheek was resting on his chest and one arm was across
his belly. One leg was over him and he could feel the downy soft
curls between her legs pressing on his thigh. It felt incredibly
erotic and his heart thudded in his chest. She was stirring a
little, gradually waking up and he wanted to move before she woke
up. There was no way that was going to happen.

Her big blue eyes opened sleepily and she looked up at him. She
stretched languidly, her arms stretching up and out. Her thigh
raised up and rested over his burgeoning erection. She pressed it
against him.

"Jesus, Uncle Luke; are you always horny?"

He laughed. "Well, there's this thing that's making me like
that."

"What?" she asked innocently. "Little old me?"

"I have the most gorgeous, sexiest little naked blond 15-year-old
girl in bed with me. Her boobs are crushed against me and her
nipples are always hard. Her pussy is pressed against my thigh
and her leg is against my cock. Is there a man on earth that
wouldn't be horny?" he asked her.

She giggled. "I guess when you put it like that, anyone with a
pulse would be horny. What are we going to do about it?"

"What would you suggest?" he asked.

"We could fu... I mean make love," she suggested.

"Really?" he asked.

"Maybe," she said. "I never have before. It scares me a little.
I've heard it hurts the first time. I don't like pain."

"No, we don't want that. Why are you so casual with being naked
with me and talking about making love, but your mom's boyfriend
creeped you out?" he asked.

"I love you," she said. "He was a pervert. I hated him. There's a
big difference between being with someone you love voluntarily
and having some creep feel you up against your will."

"I know, I just thought you would have been traumatized by all
that and be sort of freaked out about the whole thing," he said.

"I think I would be with anyone besides you, I trust you. I know
you'd never do anything with me without my permission. I came in
here to be with you. If you'd snuck into my bedroom that would
have been creepy."

"But it isn't creepy that you snuck into my bedroom?"

"I never thought about it like that. I guess it is creepy. I
should have asked. I'm sorry, Uncle Luke. I won't do it again."

"It's ok, baby. Sometimes you just need to do things. This is
something you should ask permission for though. Next time you
will; right?"

"Yes. Uncle Lucas, can I sleep with you tonight?"

He laughed. "You don't waste any time. Yes, honey; you can sleep
with me whenever you want to."

"So, what are we going to do about this?" she asked, rubbing her
silky thigh over his erection.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Will it go away on its own?"

"Yes, eventually it will. It won't be very comfortable for a
while though."

"That wouldn't be fair," she said. "I caused it so I should take
care of it. Can I play with it?"

"Have you ever done that before?"

"No, but I want to. Can I?"

"Only if you let me play with you."

"I want to do that too," she said. "What will we do? I don't know
how. I mean, I've seen things on the internet, but they didn't
look like they were having all that much fun. The guys were all
assholes and the women had dead looking eyes."

"That's not what real people do," he said. "They do some of the
same things, but it's fun because they care about each other and
they're excited about each other, not being paid to perform."

"Show me," she said.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"I've been wanting you to since I was eight," she said.

"Really? What happened when you were eight?"

"We were at Grandma's house and you came with Lilly on a
motorcycle. You took me for a ride. Do you remember?"

"I remember the motorcycle. Do you remember everything?"

"I remember every word you ever said to me," she said. "I've been
in love with you ever since that ride. You were so kind to me.
I've really never loved anyone besides you and Grandma and Aunt
Susan. You guys are the only ones that ever cared about me."

"That's so sad, baby. Come up here and let me make you feel
good."

She slid up until she was astride his stomach. Her face was over
his and he could feel her little hard nipples scrape over his
chest. He pulled her lips down to his. They were soft and
luscious. She tasted like ripe fruit and he let his tongue
explore inside her lips. She had braces and he ran his tongue
over them. Her teeth opened a little and he let his tongue slip
inside to duel with hers. The kiss went on for what seemed like
hours to her. The alarm startled them and she slapped it again.

"Turn it off," she told him.

"Someone is on top of me." He said. "There's a button on the
side. Slide it back."

She did and then nuzzled her nose into his neck. "You smell like
a man," she said.

"I guess that's a compliment," he laughed. "It's better than
smelling like a goat. I'm going to kiss you again and touch you
other places."

"Ok," she pressed her lips against his.

He wrapped his arms around her tiny form as his hands caressed
the silky skin of her back. He ran them down her back, feeling
the slide of surprisingly large muscles under the smooth skin. He
reached lower and felt the flare of her hips and the rising swell
of her butt. He cupped it in his hands and sunk his fingers into
the resilient flesh. It felt incredible to him. She had muscles
on her muscles. Her butt was very soft but there was iron under
the skin when she flexed it against his fingers. He couldn't get
enough of it. He wanted to roll her over and kiss it all over,
but that could wait. She moaned into his mouth and pressed her
pussy against his stomach, rubbing against him.

He broke the kiss and pushed her up a little. Her breasts were
exposed to his gaze and his breath caught in his throat. They
were perfection. They were small, maybe a B cup, but they formed
perfect little brown cones on her chest. She had large areola.
They were a shade lighter than her skin, almost invisible except
they were puffy, forming miniature secondary cones on the tip of
each breast. They were capped by little brown nipples, evidently
perpetually hard and about the size of pencil erasers. He pulled
her up until his lips could close around one.

She exploded when she felt the shock of his lips on her nipple.
She groaned and writhed. "Oh, God, Uncle Lucas. Oh my God;
something... something... what's happening to me?"

"You're cumming, baby. You're having an orgasm. God, you're hot.
I can't believe you're cumming for me playing with your
nipples."

"Don't stop, please Lucas, I'm running away!"

She writhed and shuddered against him, grinding her pussy against
him. She collapsed against him. "That was the most intense
feeling I've ever had," she whispered. "Can we do it again?"

"I hope so," he said. "Maybe not like that, but we can make it
happen other ways."

"How?" she asked. "I want to do it."

"Easy, baby. Reach down and feel me," he told her.

Her hand made its way hesitantly down across his belly and she
touched his cock. Her hand jumped back as if it had been burned.
She quickly reached back down and grasped his erection.

"I want to see," she said.

She dismounted and slid the covers down, exposing him to her
gaze. She gasped and used both hands to turn his cock this way
and that, memorizing every detail.

"It's huge, Uncle Luke. How big is it?"

"How would you know?" he laughed. "It's nine inches long."

"I told you I had seen things on the internet," she said. "I know
those aren't normal. I've talked to my girlfriends and I think
five or six inches is more like the average. How do you ever fit
this in a girl's pussy?"

"Slowly," he said. "It took your aunt Lilly a couple of weeks to
get used to it. I'm not sure you're ready for that."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I'm not sure 15-year-old girls should be having nine inch cocks
in their pussies."

"Why not?" she asked again. "15-year-old girls have babies. One
in my school did."

"I don't know why not," he said. "It might harm you in some way I
don't even understand. I'm not an expert in teen age girls."

"No, but I am one and you're about to become an expert because
you have one. You better read up. I'm depending on you," she told
him. "Can I kiss him?"

"You can do more than that. You can suck it the way you would a
lollipop. Everything you want to do with a lollipop, you do with
a guy's cock. But while you're doing that, I want you to straddle
my face so I can treat your pussy like a lollipop too. No, wait I
want to look at you first," he told her. "It might make me have a
heart attack. Do you know CPR?"

"Of course," she gigled. "I'm a lifeguard in the summer."

She lay back on the bed and he knelt beside her. He gazed down at
her naked form. She was a woodland nymph. She was as brown as a a
nut all over. She obviously tanned in the nude. He loved that. He
enjoyed a good tan line as much as the next guy, but the thought
of this gorgeous little girl, naked on his deck in the sun filled
him with wicked thoughts.

She was perfectly formed. She looked like Tinkerbell if she were
five feet tall. She had a cute little blonde patch above her
pussy, trimmed to a neat little V. Her legs were muscular and
trim and she had tiny feet.

"Roll over for me," he said.

She giggled and rolled onto her stomach, looking back over her
shoulder at him with her chin in her hands. There was that butt
he had been dying to see. It was even more than he had imagined.
It was the roundest ass he had ever seen. He had to touch it. He
stroked it gently and it grew goose bumps. He bent down and
kissed each cheek, running his lips over it until she quivered
and giggled.

"That tickles," she complained. He lay on top of her, feeling his
cock slip between her cheeks and he rubbed it back and forth.

"You have a thing for butts, don't you?" she asked.

"Not usually," he said. "I like to look at nice ones but I've
never seen anything as sexy as yours."

She rolled back over under him. "I'll let you fu... make love to
mine," she told him.

"Oh, my God," he exclaimed. "You're amazing Samantha. You can say
fuck if you're talking about sex."

"Ok, I'll let you fuck my butt if you want to," she said.

He looked down at her. His balls were nestled against her pussy
and his cock reached nearly to her cute little belly button. The
sight was almost obscene.

"I'm going to hell," he told her.

"Why, what's wrong, Lucas?"

"I'm an asshole. I shouldn't be doing this," he said. "You're so
young and perfect. I'm afraid I'm going to mess up your life. I'm
so in love with you and I want you so bad and I don't even know
how I'm going to get through the next hour with you."

"I do," she said. "You're going to lay down here on your back and
I'm going to suck your cock like a lollipop and you're going to
lick my pussy like a lollipop. You promised me! Then we're going
to take a shower together. I'm going to wash you and you're going
to wash me. Then I'm going to make us breakfast and you're going
to call your attorney."

"Ok," he surrendered. "Let's do that."

He lay down and she scooted around and swung her leg over his
face. She took his cock in her little hands and began to lick all
over the head. She took it between her lips and sucked it in,
swirling her tongue around the rim of his helmet. She had a
little trouble because he was so big and she was so small, but
she kept at it.

She felt him part the lips of her pussy with his fingers and he
planted a kiss on it, causing her to jerk and quiver. He nibbled
at the silky soft skin at the top of her thighs where they joined
beside her pussy. He could feel the tendons stretched tight by
her weight on them. He thrust his tongue inside and she was
dripping wet. He lapped up her juices like a man dying of thirst.
She felt his tongue caressing her labia and then work upward to
find her little bump. He nibbled at its hood and pressed on it
with his tongue. Her clitoris peeked out and he gave it a swipe.
She moaned on his cock and quivered with ecstasy as he teased it
out of hiding. It swelled and grew as he attacked it with his
tongue. He teased the sides and he felt her thighs begin to
quiver. Her muscles grew taught and when he sucked it inside his
lips and lashed it with his tongue she exploded. He grabbed her
cheeks and squeezed, keeping her in place as she bucked,
forgetting his cock for the moment as she flung her head back and
her hair whipped around her. She screamed and bucked over him and
shudders of pure bliss swept over her little body.

"Oh, my God, Lucas; oh my God! You're killing me! Oh, God it
feels so good. God, I can't believe it, oh my God, I love you
Lucas," she cried in her passion.

She came explosively and multiple times as he continued to suck
and lash her little clitoris with his tongue. The pleasure began
to fade and it quickly became discomfort as she thrashed, trying
to escape the sensations he was causing on her over stimulated
clitoris.

"Stop, please stop, Lucas; I can't take any more," she begged.
"Stop now! Please, you're killing me."

He reluctantly gave in, giving it one last swipe with his tongue
and causing her to jerk and shudder. He let go of her butt and
she collapsed beside him. She was crying and he pulled her up
beside him.

"What's wrong, baby? That was supposed to be good."

"It was," she sobbed. "It was awesome! I never dreamed... I never
thought anyone could make me feel like that. It's scary, Uncle
Luke. It's like I just let go and gave you control of my body. I
love you so much and you could hurt me so bad. It is scaring the
hell out of me."

He crushed her little body in his arms. "I'll never hurt you,
little girl. You can count on Uncle Lucas. Have you noticed that
you don't call me Uncle Luke when we're having sex?"

She smiled up at him through her tears. "Yes, I don't know why,
but you seem more like just Lucas when I'm cumming on you. But, I
never finished. It's my turn now."

She flung herself around and attacked his cock with her mouth and
hands. She lay half across him on her belly and he took advantage
of the opportunity to feel up her incredible butt. She worked
feverishly at him and in minutes he was gasping at the edge. She
scooted around so she could look up at his face.

"I'm going to cum," he told her. "It's going to be messy. You can
take it in your mouth if you want to try that."

She nodded vigorously and continued to pump away. The sight of
that cherub face, cheeks hollowed with suction and her lips
wrapped around his huge pole sent him over the top and he
exploded in her mouth. She swallowed and choked, trying to cope
with the flow. It was too much for her and she let it escape. Her
hands pumped at him and she ran her tongue around his head until
he stopped pumping. She cleaned him up with her little pointed
tongue and she looked up at him, a messy little cherub with a
blob of cum on her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Luke. I wasn't ready. I didn't think there
would be so much. I loved it, and I'll do better next time. Was I
ok?"

He pulled her up and wiped the cum off her cheek with his thumb.
He held it up for her to see and she licked it off. It was the
most erotic thing he had ever seen.

"You were amazing, baby. 'Next time?' Is there going to be a next
time?"

"Of course, silly," she said. "As soon as you get home there's
going to be a next time. Then there's going to be a next time in
the middle of the night if I wake up and tomorrow morning too.
There's going to be a next time for the rest of your life until
you get so old and decrepit that you can't get it up any more.
Then I'll just play with myself and let you watch."

"You're incredible, little girl," he laughed. "You're also
naughty and sexy and cute as a button. You've also got cum all
over your chin and on your boobs. I think we need that shower
now."

She jumped up and ran for the bathroom. She turned the water on
and came back for him. She led him into the shower and they
played with each other and explored each other until she feared
she was getting pruney. She allowed him to dry her off and she
padded away naked to the dryer to get her clothes.

That reminded him of the clothes problem. He called the manager
of a strip mall he owned that housed about a dozen, high-end
shops for women and told him he was sending his niece around to
shop. He told the manager that her name was Samantha and he was
giving her his credit card. He was to let her have anything she
wanted. Lucas was sending her around in a car and he wanted her
treated like a princess. He called and made reservations for her
at a good Italian place he knew and made arrangements at the
office for a car for her and talked with his attorneys. They
agreed to get the paperwork done in an hour and one of them would
be ready to leave for Seattle in an hour.

He called Rebecca while Samantha made waffles. She was not
pleased to hear from him and even less so when he told her that
Samantha was with him.

"Put her on the phone right now," she demanded.

"She doesn't want to talk to you," he told her.

"I'm going to send Raymond to pick her up tomorrow," she said.

"That isn't going to happen," he said.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" she shouted. "You can't keep
my daughter away from me. I'll call the police and have you
arrested."

"Do you really think you can call the Portland police and they'll
arrest me?" he asked her. "You better think again. The Chief is a
friend of mine. When they get here I'm going to have affidavits
waiting for them telling them how Raymond molested her and how
you allowed it to happen. They're going to state how that when
she told you she was being molested, you punished her and told
her it was her fault. Who do you think they're going to believe?
I'd be willing to bet that Raymond has a history of things like
this. I'm going to find out, and when I do, I'm going to take you
to court to get custody of Samantha."

"You bastard, you've always hated me! You've always thought you
were better than me. I'm her mother!"

"No, you've never been her mother and when you allowed your
pervert boyfriend to molest her you gave up all those rights. Let
me tell you what's going to happen," he said. "I'm flying up to
Seattle in two hours. You're going to meet me at the airport.
I'll have papers for you to sign giving me full custody of
Samantha. If something happens to me her custody will pass to
Susan. Then you're going to sit down and explain this situation
to Mom. You're going to tell her the truth. If you don't meet me,
or if you give me any shit about any of this or if you don't tell
mom the truth, you're the one that's going to be arrested for
child endangerment and Raymond is going to jail for child
molestation. I hope he likes it up the ass. I hear they've got a
special wing for child molesters at Walla Walla."

"You son-of  a-bitch. You come up here and I'll kill you. That
little slut was practically begging for it. She's the one that
came on to Raymond. He didn't do anything but touch her. He
squeezed her boob once. She's lying to you. She goes around
dressed like a whore and then complains because someone touches
her ass. Well, go ahead. You come up here and I'll kill you."

"I should tell you that I recorded this conversation. I now have
your admission that Raymond molested her. I'll meet you at the
airport at two or at the police station at two thirty, your
choice." He hung up the phone.

"Well, that was as unpleasant as I thought it would be," he told
Samantha.

She had put on her bra and panties and she flung herself on him,
wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely on the
lips.

"I'm so sorry, Uncle Lucas. I hate this. I don't want to be
trouble for you. I was so happy just a few minutes ago.
Everything about Mom is bad for me. I'm not a slut, Uncle Luke.
I've never done anything with anyone besides you. I don't dress
like a whore either."

"I know, baby. I don't believe a word she said. I need you to go
down to the office with me and swear out the affidavits in case
she won't cooperate. I'm going to arrange the rest of your day
too. I need to get dressed and then we'll go."

To Samantha's disappointment they didn't take the GSX. Lucas'
driver picked them up in a black Mercedes and drove them to his
office complex. She was very impressed when he opened the door
for them and addressed Lucas as Mr. Ramsey. Lucas introduced
them. He was James, and she was Miss Ramsey.

"You're going to be taking care of her for the rest of the day,
James. She wants to go shopping, she has lunch reservations at
one at Anthony's and when she gets through with lunch, she's
going to Lucy's. She has a credit card for the mall. Here's money
for her in case she wants something she can't use the card for.
Tell Lucy to bill me. Tell her I don't want anything outlandish.
If she looks like a hooker or an androgynous boy I'll shoot her
in the face. She's a freshman in high school and that's how I
want her to look. She isn't to tell her to cut her hair. You're
going to bring her to the airport to pick me up at six thirty. Do
you understand?"

"Shopping at the mall, lunch at Giovanni's at one. Lucy's after
lunch. No weird clothes or haircuts; pick you up at six thirty."

"Good man." Lucas gave James 2000 dollars and they went inside.

"Anything you need money for you ask James," he told her. "I'll
give you pocket money but he carries all you need, ok?"

"How much did you give him?" she asked.

"I gave him 2000 dollars," he said. "Here's two hundred for
you."

"I can't take all this money," she protested.

"Why not?" he asked. "Do you love me?"

"Yes, more than anything. What does that have to do with
anything?"

"I love you too. That means I get to give you stuff. You get to
give me things too."

"I don't have anything to give you," she began to cry.

He pulled her into the elevator and when the doors closed he
pulled her against him and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Don't be foolish," he told her. "I get to look at you, don't I?
I get to talk to you, I get to have you in my house and in my
bed. I get to have you in my life. You could give me no greater
gift."

That made her cry even harder and he took out a key and stopped
the elevator. "Samantha, pull yourself together," he told her.
"You're my niece and you don't cry in my elevator. Come here,
button."

He held her close and wiped the tears away. "If you're going to
cry every time I give you something, you're going to be a very
sad girl," he told her." I get to give you things. Do you
understand?"

Her lip trembled a little but she nodded. "Thanks, Uncle Luke,
but I won't spend nearly that much money."

"You might be surprised," he told her. "You're not going shopping
at Wal-Mart." He made a note to text James not to let her know
the prices of things.

"James calls me Miss Ramsey," she said. "You know my name isn't
Ramsey, right?"

"No, I didn't know," he admitted. "I thought Rebecca didn't know
who your father was."

"She doesn't," Samantha said bitterly. "Her third husband adopted
me. My legal name is Rader."

"Is that what you want it to be?" he asked her.

"No, I'd like to be Miss Ramsey, like you."

"Well, it's been a long time since I've been called Miss," he
laughed.

She smiled up at him and the tears were gone. "You know what I
mean,' she said.

He started the elevator and they went up to the 26th floor. When
the doors opened his personal assistants hovered.

"Sarah, Michelle, this is my niece Samantha Ramsey. They are my
assistants and they are invaluable to me," he told Samantha. "I
respect them, and so should you. Girls, Samantha is going to be
living with me. Eventually she is going to be a huge part of this
company. She's in high school now. I want to know what school in
this city has a good jazz band, a competitive swim and dive team
and a good debate team. Samantha is going to go to school there.
If she needs travel arrangements from my place, set that up.
She's taking a week off, but she'll start back to school next
Monday. Find something we own in that district and make that her
residence.  Is there anything else you want to find out about the
school, Samantha?"

"No, that's good," she said.

"Next, we want locations for a camping trip. We'll stay three
days. We want to fish, trout if they're available. We want wild
trout, not the stockers. I also need two horses. We can rent at
first if you have difficulty finding the ones we want. We want an
acreage to keep them on and a barn. We want a groom to tend to
them. What kind of horse do you want, Samantha?"

"No, don't do that," she whispered. "It's too much."

"Remember the elevator," he whispered back.

"I want a gaited horse," she said. "A running walk or a fox-trot.
It needs to be a quarter horse.  I want a bay with four black
stockings. I want to see it before you buy it. Uncle Lucas wants
an Appaloosa. It needs to be gaited too. We prefer geldings, but
a mare will do." The girls were furiously taking notes.

"I want Samantha to get my briefing notes delivered to the
apartment every morning before she goes to school. Everything you
think is important, she needs to see. She won't be making any
real decisions for a while, but I want her to make them anyway.
You tell me what she decides. If she's wrong, I want her to see
the people that can tell her why. Now, what do you have for me?"

They were walking all the time he had been talking. They arrived
at his office and Sarah went and got another chair. She copied
her notes and gave them to Samantha.

"Are you Samantha or Miss Ramsey?" Michelle asked.

"You can call me Sam," she said. "Most people do. Uncle Lucas is
the only one that calls me Samantha."

"Ok, Sam's papers are ready," she handed him a file. "She needs
to sign them and we'll notarize them. Do you want a copy, Sam?"

"Yes, I think I do."

"You'll have them before you leave. We've cleared your calendar
for next week. You have one meeting on Friday afternoon that
can't be changed. Mr. Soji is flying in from Hong Kong and you
have to personally meet with him and sign the papers. Other than
that, there's nothing that can't be put off. You have twenty
minutes before you need to leave. Is there anything else we can
do?"

"No, we're good. Show Samantha where to sign."

Samantha signed her name dozens of times and Sarah used her seal
on them. They put them in a briefcase and gave it to Lucas. He
thanked them and they walked him to the elevator.

Samantha was quiet on the ride down. She tucked her hand into his
as they walked to the car. "You're kind of a big deal, aren't
you?" she asked.

He laughed. "You might think so from seeing what you just saw,
but those two girls really run things. If I want something done,
they do it for me, but I leave most things in their capable
hands. Speaking of girls, would you mind calling Lila today and
checking up on her? I don't know what I'm going to do about
her."

They got in the car and Samantha didn't understand what Lucas was
talking about. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You're going out
with her on Friday."

"I thought I was, but you sort of changed everything. I can't go
out with her now."

"Why on earth not?" she asked.

"Because of you," he said; somewhat puzzled.

"What about me? I want you to go out with her. I would like to go
out with her myself."

"Well, that's interesting, but aren't we sort of lovers now?"

"What do you mean, 'sort of?' If we're not all the way lovers I
don't know what more we could do. What does that have to do with
you going out with Lila? Do you imagine that I'd be jealous or
something?"

"Not exactly, but I don't cheat on my lovers," he told her.

"How is it cheating if I want you to? How is it cheating if you
have my permission?"

"I don't know, Samantha. I had no idea that you'd react this way.
I thought you wouldn't want me to."

"Well, you were wrong. I want you to go out with her. I want you
to seduce her and then bring her home so that we can both sleep
with her. Don't you think she's very sexy and nice?"

"Yes, I do. I didn't know you rolled that way."

"I don't. I'm curious though. I've never had a chance to be with
a girl. I might like it. Wouldn't you like to find out what it
would be like to be with a guy?"

"No, I wouldn't. The idea horrifies me. I don't find men at all
attractive. Frankly, I've never understood why women do."

She squeezed his crotch. "I think it has something to do with
this," she giggled.

"Well, I like mine just fine," he told her. "I don't want to see
anyone else's. I do understand why you might be attracted to her.
She's very beautiful. Ok, I'll go out with her. I might even ask
her how she feels about you. If it happens, it happens."

They pulled up at a gate and James punched some numbers in on a
pad. The gate opened and they drove to a hanger. James pushed a
remote and the door slid up. There was a white Lear Jet inside.

"Is that your plane?" Samantha asked.

"Yes, do you like planes?"

"I've never ridden in one before," she said. "Mom doesn't like to
fly."

"We'll fix that," he told her. "Maybe we can take it out this
week."

She squealed with excitement and he remembered the little girl
that had squealed at the pandas. He kissed her goodbye and
climbed aboard.

When the plane landed in Seattle a car was waiting for him. It
took him to the terminal and two guards escorted him to an
office. One of them left and returned a few minutes later,
Rebecca in tow.

She looked mad enough to eat glass. "You asshole," were her first
words. "I can't believe you're doing this. You're stealing my
daughter!"

"No, I'm removing a girl I'm related to from an abusive
situation," he said. "I don't give a rat's ass about your
feelings, Rebecca. I don't know how that girl turned out so sweet
being raised by a bitch like you, but I'm not interested in
talking to you about it. You either keep your mouth shut, sign
the papers, or I call the police and go through the courts.
Either way, I'll get to keep her and you don't. Either way you
give her up. You can live out your wretched life free or in jail.
It doesn't matter to me. Your move."

"I don't believe you have those papers," she spit. "I don't
believe you recorded that conversation either."

He opened the file and pushed it across the table. He got out his
phone and played the conversation for her.

"The next time I use my phone, it will be to call Child
Services," he told her.

"This is blackmail," she screamed. She turned to the two guards.
"You heard him! He's blackmailing me!"

"George, did you hear anyone being blackmailed?" he asked one of
the guards.

"No, Mr. Ramsey. I heard this woman threatening you."

Her mouth fell open and she stared at the guard. Her shoulders
slumped in defeat.

"I should have known," she said. "I'm going to find some way to
pay you back for this, you smug bastard."

"No, you won't," he told her. "These documents are going into a
safe place. By the way, I found out Raymond has two child
molestation charges on his record. He paid their parents to go
away, but I'm in the process of getting their sworn depositions
as we speak. Those will go into a safe place too. As long as you
don't attempt to contact either Samantha or myself and as long as
you send me a copy of your letter to Mom, they won't ever see the
light of day."

She spat on the floor and began to sign. She signed all the
copies and then started to speak to him.

"George, show this creature out," he told the burly guard.

George took her arm and pulled her through the door. Lucas put
his papers in the file, closed them in the case and went back to
the waiting car. He boarded the jet and when he got back at six
thirty, Samantha was waiting for him.

She jumped out of the car and came running to throw herself into
his arms. "Did she sign the papers?" she asked excitedly. "Did
she sign them, Uncle Luke?"

"Yes, baby; you're all mine now," he assured her.

She broke down, laughing and sobbing at the same time.

"Did you get your new clothes?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes I did. You're going to love them<" she said. "I got all
kinds of stuff. I got an iPod and a trumpet too. James knew where
to find them. Lucy is a crazy woman. She measured me for hours.
She talked about colors and material until my head was spinning.
I finally just told her to do whatever she wanted with me."

"No, surely you didn't?" he said. "She's a crazy woman."

Samantha laughed. "She was very flustered. She said you wouldn't
like for her to do whatever she wanted and that she was going to
do what you wanted. The woman is terrified of you Uncle Luke.
What did you do to her?"

"Nothing I want to talk about," he told her. "I don't want to
hear about her. I want to hear about you."

James opened the door for them and Samantha chattered about the
events of her day until they reached the restaurant Lucas had
picked. They had seafood and Samantha loved it. She tried to get
Lucas to order them some oysters.

"I've heard they're aphrodisiacs," she whispered.

"I don't think we need them," he whispered back. He squeezed one
little brown thigh under the table. "If you turned me on any more
I'd take you right here."

She looked around and flashed him a glimpse of one pert little
breast.

"You're going to get us kicked out of here," he warned her. "That
would be a shame because this is one of my favorite places.
Besides, I hate oysters. You would hate them too."

"How do you know?" she asked. "I might like them."

"Do you like snot?" he asked her. "That's what they taste like."

"No, but I like cum," she whispered.

He gave a shout of laughter and several diners looked at them and
smiled. A father and his daughter were enjoying each other's
company.

That thought gave Lucas' mind a whole new direction. "Do you
realize that you're my daughter now?"

She was quiet for a minute. He felt her little hand slip into his
big one. "I know," she said. "I'll always be grateful and I'll
always try to make you proud you're my father."

"I already am," he told her.

They finished dinner and James dropped them back at the
apartment. She took him to her room and showed him her new
trumpet. It was beautiful. She promised to play for him. She knew
he played piano and she wanted to play with him. She modeled her
new clothes, holding them up for him to see. They were certainly
feminine, but not overtly revealing. She showed no signs of
dressing like a whore as her mother had said. Lucas had known it
wasn't true.

She shooed him out and he heard water running in her shower. He
went to his bedroom and showered himself. When he came out he
heard the sound of a blow drier running. He poured two glasses of
a good white wine and knocked on her door. She peeked out,
wrapped in a towel and he asked her if she wanted a glass. She
said she was too young to drink wine, but he promised not to tell
anyone. She laughed and took the glass. She told him to go away
and she'd be out in a minute.

He sat on the sofa in his boxers, sipping his wine with his eyes
closed. He heard her door open and the sound of bare feet
crossing the hardwood floor. They stopped in front of him and he
opened his eyes.

She had on a beautiful, nearly transparent purple negligee, tied
with little black bows. It reached mid-thigh and her brown legs
were delightfully bare underneath. She spun around, giving him a
glimpse of little matching panties covering her little butt. Her
eyes were shining and she refilled her glass and his.

"Do you like me?" she asked. "I bought this just for you."

"You're gorgeous, baby," he told her. "That's the sexiest thing
I've ever seen."

"Really?" she asked. "What about Aunt Lilly? I remember her being
very beautiful." 

"She was, sweetheart. I loved her with all my heart. I can't
compare you with her. It's apples and oranges. She was sexy and
mature and all woman. You're something different. You're all sex
with that forbidden little girl thrown in and you're vulnerable
in ways she never was. She never needed me like you do. We were
desperately in love, but we had our own lives and our own space.
I don't have any space with you. I'm too close to you to ever
have that kind of relationship. It's not better or worse, just
different. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so. I didn't mean to make us all introspective. This is
a celebration. Would you like to pull my bows?"

"Very much, come here, kitten."

He reached out and pulled at the three bows and they came loose.
The negligee opened and her underwear peeked out. She had a
little purple demi-bra that exposed the top half of her hard
little nipples. The panties were just little purple triangles
with black bows that tied on the sides.

He groaned at the sight and reached for her. She stepped back,
teasing him and he groaned again. She giggled and held out her
hand. He took it and she pulled until he stood up. She led him to
bed, discarded the negligee and slipped between the sheets.

"This feels so naughty," she said.

"It is," he told her. "Uncles aren't supposed to have nieces in
their beds wearing next to nothing. 50-year-old men aren't
supposed to have 15-year-old  high school students in their bed.
Everything about it is naughty. Are you sure you want to do this,
baby?"

"Yes I am, and don't ask me again," she said. "You aren't forcing
me to do anything. I got in your bed while you were asleep;
remember? I don't care what people think; this niece is going to
have her uncle and this 15-year-old girl is going to have this
fifty-year-old man. Get used to it, Lucas. It's going to be this
way for the rest of your life."

"I'm sorry Samantha. I just wanted to make sure."

She rolled on top of him. "Shut up and suck on my nipples," she
said.

He was happy to oblige and he discovered that they were fully as
sensitive as the first time. When his mouth closed over one, and
then the other, she came quickly.

"You're as hot as a firecracker, little girl," he whispered.

"You make me like that," she said

She slid down until her little pussy was over his erection and
pressed against him, her hips making fucking motions. He slipped
his hands down to her panty covered butt and they slid inside,
cupping her maddening cheeks. He pulled her against him more
firmly. They slid back up her naked back and he wrapped his arms
around her slight form. He rolled, taking her with him until he
was on top. He lay, half over her and stroked her flat little
belly. He played with her belly button for a moment. It was an
elongated oval and he wanted to kiss it. He slid his hand back
into her panties and manipulated her clitoris until she exploded
again.

When she returned to earth, he pushed to crotch of the little
purple panties to one side and moved the head of his cock to her
little pink opening. She stiffened when she felt him there and
then relaxed. Her pussy lips were parted slightly and she was
dripping wet. He moved his hips and slid the head of his cock up
and down through her wetness.

She moaned her pleasure at this most intimate contact and he
moved to kneel between her thighs. He used the head of his cock
to rub over her clitoris and her hips began to buck against him.
He slid the head of his cock back and forth from the opening at
the bottom of her pink lips up and over her clitoris again and
again and another orgasm wracked her beautiful body.

He pressed his cock against her opening and reached up to cup her
breasts in his hands. He pushed lightly forward and she was so
wet and slippery that her pussy lips parted easily and the head
of his cock popped inside.

She gasped and froze in place. Her hands flew to his stomach and
she pressed her palms against him.

"Wait, stop," she gasped. "Hold still for a minute. Jesus Christ,
Lucas, give a girl some warning.  My God you're big. It feels
like I have a telephone pole inside me. Don't move for a second.
Let me get used to it."

"You move when you're ready," he said.

She nodded and one hand moved off of him and began to rub at her
clitoris. Her breathing quickened and her hips began to move in a
circle. He took this as a sign that she was ready and he advanced
an inch. She stiffened up immediately and he froze in place.

Her breath came in little pants and she continued to play with
her clitoris. After another minute she began to move a little and
he gave her another inch. One third of his shaft was now inside
her and she was the tightest thing he had ever been in. It was
almost painful, but her circular motions eased the way. He eased
in another inch and he felt the barrier of her virginity against
the head of his cock.

"Stop," she gasped again. "I don't think I can take any more
right now. I'm sorry, Lucas."

He bent over her and kissed each hard little nipple. "Don't be
sorry, baby. I'm not. Look at us."

She propped herself up on her elbows so she could look down at
their joining. It was incredibly erotic. His huge shaft stretched
her pussy lips obscenely as it disappeared into her depths. He
withdrew two inches and the shaft glistened with her wetness. He
gave her the two inches back and she moaned, falling back to lie
supine on the pillow. He continued to fuck her with four inches
of his cock and she shuddered. He gradually increased the tempo
of his thrusts and her hips quickly caught the rhythm. She
matched him and the wet sounds made by his cock inside her wet
little pussy were beautiful to their ears.

The incredible eroticism of his cock slipping into this young
beauty and the fact that she was his niece set his body on fire.
He knew he wouldn't last long. Fortunately, he wouldn't have to.
Her body's incredible sensitivity made her cum easily and often
and as he shouted out, she crested with him, feeling his cream
spurting uncontrollably inside her snug little hole.

"Oh, my God," she screamed. "Oh, my God' I'm cumming again.
You're cumming inside me, Lucas! Oh God, I love it; I love you!"

He collapsed over her slight body, covering her completely and
locked his lips to hers; claiming her mouth as he had claimed her
pussy. They kissed and embraced for long minutes.

"You're crushing me, Uncle Luke," she finally said. "I can't
catch my breath."

He laughed and slid his arms under her, rolling onto his back and
taking her with him. She snuggled down onto his chest. "That's
better," she said.

She played idly with his nipple and rested her cheek on the
other. His cock gradually deflated inside her. "I could stay like
this forever," she murmured. "You feel so warm and squishy."

"Hey, was that a fat joke?" he asked.

She giggled and the feeling was incredible. "No, silly; you
aren't fat. I meant squishy in a good way, like fun to squeeze."

He reached down to her panty covered butt and squeezed it. "Like
that?" he asked.

She nodded. "Was that fucking, Uncle Luke?"

"I guess, but I'd call it making love. Fucking is when you just
go at it. I would like to do that sometime with you, but this was
slow and sweet and full of emotion. That's making love. You know
what I'm talking about?"

"I think so. I'd like to fuck you too. Maybe we will when I get
more used to you. You came inside me, Uncle Luke. Do you think
I'll get pregnant?"

"No, baby. Your hymen is still intact. Do you want to get
pregnant?"

"Yes, well, no; not right now. Maybe in a few years. I'd love to
have your baby, but I'm still a baby right now myself. I don't
think it would be good for me."

"You're a smart girl," he squeezed her butt again. "The thought
of you pregnant is very sexy though."

"What are we going to do? I love feeling you cum inside me. How
can we do that without me getting pregnant?"

"I'll take you to the doctor and get you on birth control," he
said. "I can do that now that I'm your father. I'm surprised
Rebecca didn't do that. If she thought you were such a slut, why
didn't she have you on birth control?"

"She knew I wasn't a slut. She just made that up so she could
live with herself," Samantha said bitterly. "She didn't give a
damn about me."

"I don't like you to curse," he told her. "But, I know how you
feel. She has always been a little twisted. She doesn't realize
that other people are like her. She sees them as object to be
used to get whatever she wants. She was always like that. Mom
couldn't ever see it, but Susan and I got tired of her
manipulations when she was just about your age. She made us stop
caring about her by using us every chance she got."

"I don't want to talk about her anymore," Samantha said. "I'm
getting very sleepy and I want to think about good things while I
go to sleep."

"Hey, we need to clean up a little before you go to sleep," he
told her. "Unless you want to sleep in a puddle of cum, we need
to go to the bathroom and wash you up a little."

"I can't walk," she told him. "You stuck that fence post inside
me and my legs are damaged."

He laughed and rolled her off of him. He had to look. Her little
pussy was gaping open and a trail of his cum was leaking out and
running down over her little brown pucker. He stood up and bent
down, sliding his arms under her little, nearly naked body. He
cradled her easily in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
He sat her on the counter by the sink and untied the bows on her
little panties. He ran the water warm and wet a washcloth;
sliding it between her thighs and washing away the cum matted in
her curls and leaking from inside her. She moaned as he washed
her and he knelt between her thighs and quickly brought her to
another orgasm with his tongue. She clutched his head and pulled
him into her sweet little pussy until she could stand the
sensations no longer.

She pulled him up and he gave her a final cleaning with the
washcloth. He ran it over his cock and carried her back to bed.
He pulled the bows on the little half bra and she was gloriously
naked. He got in bed with her and pulled up the covers. She
spooned up against him and brought his hand around to cover her
pert little breast. Her nipple was hard as always and he rolled
it in his fingers as she sighed and closed her eyes.

"This makes me happy," she murmured. "Good night, Uncle Luke."

"Me too," he whispered in her ear." Night, baby."

He woke the next morning with her lips moving over his cock. When
she noticed that he was awake, she moved her pussy over his face,
giving him access to her folds and they came together in ecstasy.
This time, she managed to keep from choking when he came and she
took it all in, cleaning him completely before turning to throw
herself on him.

"You're amazing, little girl," he kissed her angelic face.

"I know, right? I love waking up like this." Her eyes were
sparkling violet.

"You're going to kill me," he told her. "I haven't cum as many
times in the last five years as I have in three days with you.
What a way to go though."

"You're a very silly man," she giggled. "I'm good for you. I'm
going to whip you into shape in no time. Is there a pool in this
building? I need to swim. It wouldn't hurt you either."

"There is, and I do swim. When you're a fat guy like me, that's
about the only cardio your joints can stand. Let's grab a bite of
breakfast and we'll go. Wait, you don't have a swim suit."

She laughed. "Did you really think I'd go shopping and not get
something to swim in? That's what I do. I need to swim at least
three times a week. Will you swim with me?"

"Of course, baby. I usually swim four times though. I also lift
four days a week. Do you lift?"

"Yes, but probably not like you do. You have power lifter
muscles. I lift light with lots of reps. I'll lift with you
though. I'll be your spotter."

"I don't know, Samantha. I lift a lot. Some of my weights may be
four times as much as you weigh. I usually use the Smith press so
I don't need a spotter. It would be cool if you lifted with me.
You could cheer me on and I could help you work too."

"Yes, let's do that," she said. "Lift first, and then swim. Do we
have a weight room?"

"Yes, it's in the same building as the pool. I belong to a gym
too. It has an Olympic pool and one of those little pools with
current. Want to run over there? It's about ten minutes away?"

She did and they ate fruit and cereal and drank milk. Lucas had
coffee and Samantha drank some too with creamer. They got out the
GSX and Lucas let her drive. She was a very good driver, although
the torque of the big 455 was much more extreme than she was used
to. She chirped the tires at the lights until he began to suspect
that she was doing it for fun. He looked at her after the third
time and she grinned impishly at him.

"I love doing that," she said. "I love our car."

"Well, don't get used to it," he told her. "I'll get you a car
when you turn sixteen. This one is mine."

"What kind of a car?" she wanted to know.

"Something small and box shaped," he told her.

She whacked him in the chest. "Really, I want to pick it out."

"Ok, what kind of cars do you like?"

"Old ones like this," she said. "I like new ones ok, but they all
look the same. I can't imagine that anyone wants that, but they
obviously do. I want something different."

"I know just what you mean," he told her. "It seems like we go
through trends. I hate those new crossovers or whatever they call
them. I like SUV's and I like vans, but I don't like their
bastard offspring. I don't know why the manufacturers try to
build the ugliest car possible and make that their fleet
standard. When Buick built this, they were building something
people would want to own. This is a Stage Two, GSX. They called
it the hemi-killer. It turned heads back then and it still turns
heads today."

They pulled up at the gym and Lucas signed her in. He paid for
her a membership and they went to change. He came out of the
locker room and she wasn't out yet. He talked to a group of guys
he knew for a minute. They were gym rats and it seemed to him
like they lived there. They were into steroids and he despised
that. He had seen enough of that in football and fighting to know
he didn't ever want to go there. He used human growth hormones
occasionally when he was injured or feeling tired, but that was
the extent of his involvement. He was lifting heavier than they
were anyway, although they had more definition. They respected
him because he was twice their age and lifting more than they
were.

Samantha came to find him and she was stunning. She had on a
spandex body suit. It was black with one hot pink leg and one
pink shoulder. It hugged her curves like a second skin. The guys
all turned to look as she came down the aisle between the
treadmills.

"Oh, my God," one of them said. "I've died and gone to heaven.
Who is that hot babe?"

"She's my niece," Lucas said, "and she's fifteen. If I hear one
word or see one look that makes her uncomfortable I'm going to
break someone's arm."

"No, dude; I didn't know. We'll treat her like our sister," he
said. "Sorry Lucas."

"It's ok. I know she's hot. Just don't leer at her."

They promised not to make her feel weird. He introduced her
around and they all shook her hand. "You look strong, Sam," Gio
said. He was a cop and so were two of the others. "You're tiny
though. How much do you weigh and what's your bench max?"

"I weigh 97 pounds and I bench 175," she told him.

"Jesus Christ, kid. That's nearly twice your body weight. You
power lift?"

"No, I swim butterfly and dive freestyle. I need to stay
flexible."

"Cool," he said. "Let me and the boys design a workout for you,
ok? We'll keep you strong and flexible. Will you lift with us?"

"I'd love to. I want to mostly lift with Uncle Luke though. Is
that ok?"

"Sure Sam; he power lifts though. Jonah here lifts like you. He
runs a gymnastics club. Anything you need or anyone bothers you,
you come to us."

"Thanks, Gio." She hugged him. "I'm going to like you."

He lifted an eyebrow at Lucas. "She does that a lot if she likes
you," he said. "Better get used to it."

"Oh, I could," the big cop laughed. "Don't tell my girlfriend
though."

He and Jonah took Samantha away and Lucas worked on the decline.
He was through with his primary lifts when she came back. Her
face was flushed and her body shone with sweat.

"I like your friends," she said. "What are you doing?"

"Chainsaws," he told her. "Want to hit some with me?"

She went and selected her dumbbells and brought them back to the
bench. They worked for an hour and changed to swim.

Samantha came out wrapped in a towel and they went into the pool
room. She took off her towel and she had on a black one piece. It
didn't disguise her beautiful body at all, but it was a
competitive swimmer kind of suit. She had a cap on to cover her
hair and carried goggles. They swam laps for 30 minutes and
changed back into their street clothes.

She drove them back to the apartment and they looked at cars on
the internet. He really didn't want her in an old car. He
explained that they were lots of trouble, had to be maintained
too often and were liable to break down at any moment. She didn't
care and insisted on an old car until he showed her the new
Challenger Hellcat. They found one in burnt orange that she
loved.

"Now that's a good looking car," she said. "Why aren't they
building cars like that?"

"Well, Dodge is," he said. "Chevrolet and Ford have the Camaro
and the Mustang too. You just have to look at the pony cars."

The Challenger had a supercharged hemi making 707 horsepower. It
would do a quarter mile in just under 11 seconds and run 199
miles an hour. He worried that it was too much car for her.

"I'm not a speed freak," she told him. "I like to chirp the tires
and I like the initial rush, but I know speed kills. Do you trust
me?"

"Yes, I do. I know you're a good girl. Let's go drive one and
we'll see what happens."

They made an appointment for the afternoon and when she saw it,
she loved it. She was distracted by another car. "What's that?"
she asked the salesman.

"It's a Charger Hellcat," he told her. "It has the same engine
and comes in the same color. It's five miles an hour faster on
the top end. It's a sedan, though."

She decided she liked the Charger better after driving them both.
The Challenger was a little sportier, but she hated the back
seat. Even at her size, the back of the front seat was so close
to the back seat that there was no way anyone could sit back
there.

"What if I wanted to take friends somewhere with me?" she mused.
"I don't like that."

"We do have other cars that can haul friends," Lucas told her.
"We have big SUV's with three rows of seats. We have two
limousines and two Mercedes sedans."

"Yes, I know, but this is going to be my car and I don't want to
have to call James or bother someone else to bring me another
car. I want the Charger, but they don't have the right color."

The salesman explained that they could order one in any color
offered. It would take a while to get it, but she decided to
order one in the burnt orange.

"I won't be sixteen for another month anyway," she said.

On the way home, they stopped for frozen custard. She sat with
him in a booth and he put his arm around her.

"I'm very proud of you, baby," he told her.

"Why?" she asked. "I just spent 70,000 dollars!"

"Yes, I know, but you made good choices, you didn't let your
heart overrule your head and you understand delayed
gratification. You're a very smart girl, Samantha. I admire the
way your brain works."

She smiled up at him. "Thanks, Uncle Luke; but I was hoping you'd
want me for my body."

He laughed himself silly and she was very proud of her joke.

He took her to the doctor and she began taking birth control
pills.

On Monday, Sarah called and she had found a camping package she
thought they would like. They would ride horseback into the
Cascades and stay at a cabin on a world famous trout stream. They
would stay three days and two nights. Samantha was thrilled with
the plan and that excited Lucas. Everything about this little
girl made him love her more. Her natural bubbly personality
blossomed more every day she was away from her horrible home
situation.

She was growing before his eyes and becoming something that
neither one of them had expected. Her budding sexuality was a big
part of that. With him, she was very comfortable with her body
and the feelings he inspired in her. He didn't know how she would
react with anyone else, but she seemed to be burying the ugly
situation with her mother's boyfriend in beautiful new memories.

They flew to Yakima and drove north along the Okanogan River
nearly to Canada. Near the small town of Tonasket, they met their
outfitter. He told them the cabin was stocked with everything
they would need. He strapped packs to a packhorse with fishing
gear and perishable food items, mounted them on good saddle
horses and they set off up a mountain trail.

They rode for three hours and stopped for lunch. They were alone
in the wilderness and Samantha became completely uninhibited. She
chattered constantly, talking about anything and nothing.
Whenever they dismounted she rubbed against him constantly, her
lips constantly seeking his. After two more hours they came in
sight of their cabin. It was beautiful and rustic. The setting
couldn't have been more perfect.

Samantha began breaking down their packs immediately and she had
their gear stowed by the time he had the horses stabled. She
wanted to go fishing right away. They had a couple of hours of
daylight left and he carried their gear while she ran ahead. She
came back several times and urged him to greater speed.

"Samantha, I weigh 300 pounds and the air is very thin. I need
more oxygen than you. Be patient, little girl. We have three days
here."

She laughed merrily. "You're just old, Uncle Luke. You should
just admit it. It's ok, I like old men."

He smiled ruefully. "I guess you're right. You make me feel very
old."

They came out on the bank of the river and they tied on flies and
began to probe a pool. He quickly caught two small brookies
before she caught a fish. She shouted and her rod bent nearly
double and he hurried up with the net. A huge rainbow trout
jumped three feet in the air as she played the heavy fish. After
a ten minute battle she subdued the big fish and it slid into the
net. They admired it for a while and Samantha announced that she
wanted to eat it. She was through fishing for the day and so he
wrapped the fish in paper and put it in her pack.

It smelled wonderful, baking in the herbs and lemon juice they
had applied. She roasted potatoes and he made macaroni and
cheese. They devoured the fish and by the time they cleaned up,
it was dark outside. He went to check on the horses while she
showered. When he returned, she was popping corn absolutely
naked. She peeked back over her shoulder and caught him staring
at her butt. She shook it mischievously and told him to go
shower.

He cleaned up and put on boxers. He always felt exposed and
vulnerable naked around the house. When he came out she was
sitting on the sofa, still gloriously bare, eating popcorn and
waiting for him. She had poured a white wine in two glasses and
she handed him one when he sat down. They munched popcorn and
sipped the wine while they talked about what they would do the
next day. She wanted to fish again in the morning and go for a
hike in the afternoon. He had no objection to the plan and she
was content.

When she finished her wine, she took the bowl of popcorn from him
and set it on the table. She took his empty wine glass and set it
down too. She climbed on his lap and sat, her nose touching his
and her impossibly long lashes tangling with his. He drowned in
those blue/violet eyes.

"This seems serious," he said.

"It is," she replied. "I'm ready to tell you things. I'm in love
with you, Lucas. You know that. I've loved you most of my life.
Do you love me?"

"Of course I love you, baby. You're precious to me."

"That's not what I mean. I know you love me like that. You
wouldn't have taken me in and treated me like you have if you
didn't. I'm asking you about something else. Am I someone you
want to spend the rest of your life with? Do you want me for a
lover? Will you love me like you did Aunt Lilly? I need to know
because I love you like that."

Her eyes began to fill with tears, anticipating a reply she
didn't want to here.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "Honey, I don't know what to
say. You're my fifteen-year-old niece. What happens to me in a
few years if you meet some wonderful boy that you fall in love
with? I do love you like that, but it scares me to death. I don't
see a certain future here. I'll always love you and take care of
you, but I'm afraid. You're so much younger than me. I feel like
I would be cheating you out of everything that might be someday.
You have your whole future ahead of you. Mine is mostly behind
me. I do love you like that and I'd be the happiest man in the
world if you spent the rest of my life with me. I just don't want
you to miss out on anything because of me."

"Lucas, you're an idiot," she said. "How can you not know how I
feel about you? I've tried to show you in every way I can think
of. I'm crazy about you. I want your body to touch mine all the
time. I want to hear your voice. I want to kiss you all the time.
I ache for you. There will never be a wonderful boy I fall in
love with. I'm already in love with you. I'm not built like that.
I don't love one person and fall in love with another. I want to
grow up with you. I want to have your babies someday so I'll
still have you after you're gone. I want you to teach me
everything. You're perfect for me. I need you. I don't have
anyone else and I don't want anyone else. I'm perfect for you
too. You need someone like me in your life. You need someone to
take care of and protect. That's the way you're built. So I want
you to tell me that you'll never send me away or turn me away.
Tell me you're mine and you'll always be mine."

"Yes, baby; I'm yours and I always will be. I'll never say no to
you. If you'll have me, I'm yours. Why is this so important to
you right now?"

"It's important because tonight is the night. I'm going to give
myself to you. I had to know before I could do it. If you weren't
going to love me forever, I wasn't going to do it. I only give
myself to my lover. Will you take me to bed now and make love to
me? I want everything tonight."

"Are you sure, Samantha? We don't have to do this now. I'll wait
as long as you need me to."

"No, no more waiting. I'm sure. This is what I want."

He stood up with her in his arms and carried her to the bed. The
fire crackled in the fireplace, sending a wavering light across
her lithe form as he laid her down. He took his time, bringing
her to orgasm with his mouth and hands three times. He gave her
his cock and she sucked him to orgasm and swallowed it down
without hesitation. He continued to caress and stroke her
exquisite body while the thought of taking her stirred him to
erection again. He pulled her on top and she rubbed her dripping
pussy over his rod.

"You be on top for a while and you can control things," he told
her. "Go easy and have fun. If it hurts, it isn't fun."

She nodded and reached down to position him at her entrance. Her
little hand on his huge member looked incredibly erotic and had
he needed any inspiration to become steel hard, it would have
been provided by the gorgeous sight of his head slipping between
her prominent pink pussy lips. She gasped when the head popped
inside and she sank down until he reached her virginal barrier.
She pressed down twice and winced in pain.

"I don't think I can do it, Lucas," she gasped. "You're too big
and I'm too little."

"Just relax for a minute," he told her. "Come down here and kiss
me."

She gave him her lips and he ran his hands all over her silky
body, finally cupping her butt in his hands and squeezing it
tightly. He kneaded the firm flesh and wrapped her in his arms,
squeezing her slight form against his chest and belly. He
continued to taste her lips and returned his hands to her butt.
He held it tightly and she began to squirm on him as she relaxed
and enjoyed the fullness she felt. He could feel his head pressed
against her barrier. He held her butt and made a sharp thrust,
piercing her maidenhead and she squealed.

She hit him on the chest. "What did you do that for, Lucas? God,
that hurt. What's wrong with you?"

He grinned up at her. "Were you going to do it, or were you going
to chicken out?"

She chuckled a little. "Well, I was going to chicken out. I guess
I'm glad you did. God, it hurt though. Don't move for a minute.
Don't do that again!"

"No, I won't. Move when you're ready."

He continued to stroke her slim body, feeling the marvelous tone
of her young muscles under her skin. As he did, he felt her sink
down a little farther over him. She continued to advance slowly
and after ten minutes he felt her curls mesh with his.

She sat up in triumph. "I did it," she cried. "God, you're big,
Lucas. I didn't think it would ever stop. I feel like I'm about
to burst, but I did it. I'm going to ride you now."

She raised herself up and then plunged back down. She winced a
little as his head passed through the torn membrane but it grew
less and less and she rocked on him. When her first orgasm
wracked her body she cried out and flung her head back, her hair
whipping around them. She was beginning to pant and perspiration
coated her slender form. She continued to ride him through two
more spasms of pleasure before collapsing on him.

"Did you cum?" she asked him? "I was having to much fun to
notice."

"No, I was having too much fun watching you," her told her.

She sat back up and began to rock again, but he could see her
legs trembling with exertion.

"Let me drive, baby," he told her.

She nodded and fell back on his chest. "I want to make you cum,
but I'm very tired," she said.

He rolled her onto her side and knelt behind her, tucking her
lower leg between his and placing the other extended up past his
shoulder.

"God Lucas, are you trying to make me do the splits?"

"Just wait and see," he promised her.

He scooted forward and penetrated her slowly. "That feels
strange," she said. "I like it. Can you go faster?"

He could and he did until he was plunging into her like a piston.


"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she cried over and over.
"Lucas, it feels so good. Yes, keep going, don't stop. I can't
stop cumming. I can't believe it, it feels so good. O my God, I
love you. I love you."

She exploded over and over, her orgasms nearly continuous and her
moans and cries driving him over the edge until he shouted and
erupted into her, plunging to her cervix and holding there until
he stopped spurting.

Her hip began to cramp and she frantically pulled until he turned
her loose. "Jesus, Lucas. You nearly killed me! My hip is
hurting. Rub me, quick."

He dug his fingers in to her muscles and worked the cramp out and
they collapsed together on the bed.

"That was fucking at the end, wasn't it?" she asked him. "You
were like a machine there. Jesus, you're a good lover, Lucas. I
can't believe you can make me cum like that. Was I good?"

"You can't possible imagine how good you are," he told her. "It's
like making love to an angel. You're perfect, kitten. I couldn't
stand it if you were any better. When you make sounds like that
it's like you could make a dead man cum. I wouldn't have lasted a
minute inside you if you hadn't made me cum with your mouth
already. You took the edge off and I can go a long time after
that."

"That's the way we're always going to start then," she said. "Can
you get hard again?"

He laughed. "I'm not fifteen, Samantha. I don't recover as quick
as I used to. If you give me a couple of hours I probably can.
Twice in a row is probably a limit for me. Do you want me hard?"

"No, I can't do it anymore. You wore me out, Uncle Luke. My pussy
is going to be so sore tomorrow. I may be sore all over. I felt
like I was having a convulsion there at the end. Every muscle in
my body went rigid. I don't think I can walk right now, but I
need to pee."

"I'll carry you," he told her.

He scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. He stood her
up in front of the toilet and went to the kitchen to get them
something to drink. He came back with bottles of water and they
drank thirstily. He picked her up and carried her out to the deck
and put her down on the edge of the hot tub. He had started the
heater that morning and it was steaming. He turned on the jets
and got in. She came down the steps on shaky legs until the water
reached her little belly button. She winced and stopped.

"It's so hot," she said.

"Yes, it's a hot tub," he told her.

"It's burning me," she objected.

"Nonsense," he said. "I'm in it and it isn't burning me. Haven't
you ever been in a hot tub before, baby?"

"No, I was never around one."

He held out his hand and she took it. He pulled her in and held
her on his lap. She squealed and tried to stand up, but he held
her and she quickly relaxed.

"Why do you do things like that to me?" she complained.

"Because you're a chicken and if I don't you'll never do it
yourself. See how good it feels?"

"Yes, It does feel very good. I'm not a chicken, though."

"No, I know you're very brave. It took guts to run away like you
did. It took courage to call me when you didn't even know if I
would help you. It took courage to do all the big things you've
done. You're just a chicken about the little things. Think about
how good it felt once I was inside you. You weren't ever going to
work up the nerve to take the plunge. I helped you. Just like
now. You were just about to back out because the water was too
hot, weren't you."

She giggled. "Yes, I guess I was. There's probably a lesson about
life there. Don't let the hot water keep you from taking the
plunge."

"We should write that down. That's very wise, Samantha."

"You're the one that said it."

"Yeah, but I was talking about hot tubs."

She nuzzled her face into his neck and he ran his hands all over
her slick little body. He loved on her and played with her little
breasts until she announced that she was roasting and demanded to
be carried back to bed. They shivered in the chill air and he
hurried her inside and dried them off with big fluffy towels. He
laid her down on the bed and went to the bathroom. He found some
body lotion with aloe and he came back to bed. Her eyes were
closed and she lay naked on top of the covers. She looked like a
nymph out of a fairy tale. He rubbed lotion between his hands and
began to rub her body, starting at her feet. He massaged her
muscles around her shin bones, kneaded her knees and explored
every muscle in the front of her thighs. He applied the lotion
liberally. She spread her thighs, granting him access and he
prober the insides up to the tender flesh between. She began to
writhe slowly and he rubbed all around her pussy, oiling and
soothing her skin and muscles. He moved up her stomach and across
her chest, rubbing the oil into her breasts and he filled his
fingers with them. He paid special attention to her areola and
manipulated her hard nipples. He worked up across the front of
her shoulders and worked her throat and the sides of her neck.
His fingers moved across the planes of her face and he caressed
her cheek bones and forehead.

"Roll over," he said.

She did and he began at her feet again. He worked the muscles of
her calves, the backs of her thighs and he lingered a very long
time on her butt. She was squirming again as he moved up,
kneading the firm muscles of her back and up over her shoulders
to the back of her neck. He turned her back over and spread her
thighs open. He stroked her labia with the tip of his tongue. She
shuddered and when she became moist and writhing beneath him, he
attacked her clitoris. In minutes, she was crying out in release
and her hips bucked against him. He put lotion on his fingers and
soothed her down, coating her inflamed lips and clitoris with the
lotion. He kissed the little patch of curls and lay down beside
her. She turned to lie across him and he pulled up the covers.
She snuggled her cheek into his chest and smiled up at him
sleepily.

"Uncle Luke, I love you with all my heart," she said.

He kissed the top of her head. "Me too, baby."

She sighed and he felt her body go limp as she fell instantly
asleep.

She woke up before him the next morning. She had turned in the
night and they were in her favorite spoon position. She lay
contentedly for a while in his arms. Finally she slipped out of
bed and gingerly walked to the bathroom. She was very sore
inside, but not as badly as she had feared she would be. Her
muscles had a little ache too, but the massage he had given her
had taken most of that away. She showered and went to the
refrigerator. She made drop biscuits, fried bacon and eggs and
made coffee. He was still sleeping and she yelled at him.

"Get up, lazy. We have a lot to do today."

He sat up. "God, that smells good, sweetheart. I think I'll keep
you."

He got up and put on his boxers. She was gloriously naked and he
ate breakfast while staring at a little bare nymph. After his
second cup of coffee he showered and got dressed. She was
dressed, had the fishing gear ready to go and the horses saddled
when he came out.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"There's a dam on the river three miles downstream, The steelhead
are running and they run up to that dam and stop. We're going to
catch four of them."

"We don't have cards," he told her.

"Yes, we do. Sarah got us punch cards. We can each catch seven
steelhead this year, but we can only take two a day," she said.
"If we catch two early, I'm going to ride back here and freeze
them and then we'll catch two more."

"I think that's cheating," he laughed.

"I don't care. We only have two more days."

They rode down the river to the dam. It was accessible by road
and there were four cars in the parking lot. The water was
beautiful, flowing over the top of the dam. They couldn't fish
right below the dam so they tied their horses and walked
downstream.

They floated pink Berkley Trout nibbles down the current and in
thirty minutes Samantha hooked her first steelhead. It was a
tremendous battle. She played it expertly and the fight took her
fifty yards downstream before she subdued the big fish. Lucas
took pictures and they put the big fish on the stringer. She
hooked another and lost it in the rocks before he hooked up. It
was a nice fish, although not as large as hers. They had four by
three o'clock and true to her word she rode back to the cabin
with them. She returned in an hour and he had another on the
stringer by the time she arrived. She quickly caught her limit
again and advised him where to drift his bait until he hooked up
with his last fish of the day. They wrapped them in paper and
rode up the river, stopping twice to fish for brook trout. They
caught four for supper and returned to the cabin. They cleaned
fish and Samantha decided that she wanted to swim in the river
and bathe there.

"I'll freeze my nuts off," he told her. "We have a perfectly good
shower with hot water here!"

"Yes, but how many times will you have the chance to bathe with a
naked fifteen-year-old in a mountain stream?" she asked him.

"When you put it like that, how can I resist?"

She got a bar of soap and they took towels and walked out to the
pool they had fished in the day before. She stripped off her
clothes and waded out into the water. She shivered and goose
bumps popped up all over her body. Her nipples were always erect,
but the areola crinkled up as well. She was adorable.
 
She dove in and came up shrieking. "Come in or I'm going to
splash you," she threatened.

He waded out and the water made his bones ache. His balls drew up
into a knot and his penis threatened to withdraw inside him. He
knew there was no easy way in so he took the plunge. The shock
took his breath away. He swam to her and took the soap. He
lathered her quickly, soaping up her hair as well and she ducked
under, scrubbing away the soap. He washed himself quickly and
they made their way to the bank. Her teeth were chattering and
she shivered as he dried her off. He wrapped the towel around her
and she gathered up their clothes while he dried off.

"I can't believe you're not shivering," she said between
chattering teeth."

"There are some advantages to being a fat guy," he told her. "I'm
better insulated than you are."

"Why do you call yourself a fat guy," she asked. "There isn't an
ounce of fat on you."

"I just got in the habit when I was playing football," he
explained. "I weighed 360 back then and everyone referred to the
linemen as the 'fat guys.' It was a good natured joke."

"Oh, well, I guess I understand. Let's go inside and make a fire.
You cook supper. I want the brook trout."

"Yes, madam," he laughed. "Will madam be having the white wine or
the rose?"

She giggled. "I cooked breakfast. It's your turn. I want the
white. Don't you always drink white wine with fish?"

"Not always," he said. "A rose goes better with red fleshed fish
like trout or salmon. You could even go with a Pinot Noir. White
wine goes with white fish."

"I'll remember," she said. "Madam will have the rose. What's a
Pinot Noir?"

"It's a red burgundy. It means black pine in French. I'm going to
grill them, so the Pinot Noir is the better choice. It goes
better with the char from grilling. If we were poaching them or
baking them, the rose would be better. It doesn't matter, if you
want the rose, the rose you shall have."

"No, I trust you. I don't like red wines as well. The times I
drank them at home they made me shiver."

He laughed. "I'm glad you aren't going to become an alcoholic."

He started the grill and cooked the trout , basting them with
spices, lemon juice and lots of butter. He made vegetable kabobs
and grilled them too. The trout were delicious and Samantha loved
the kabobs too. She liked the Pinot with the trout and she
admired his ability to cook and his knowledge of food and wines.

"How do you know so much?" she asked.

"I'm fifty-years-old," he said. "I've done lots of things and had
a lot of experiences. You're much smarted than I am, Samantha.
When you're fifty, you'll know twice as much as I do."

She was much too sore to take him inside her that night, but she
had an idea. "I know how much you like my butt," she said. "Do
you think you might like to fuck me there?"

"I don't know, baby. I don't think that would be fun for you.
I've never done it. I'm too big and I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

"Let's try and see. If it hurts too bad I'll suck you."

"I don't think we should do that either. I think once I'm in your
butt, that finishes it for anywhere else. You might catch
something."

"What should we do if we want to try it?"

"I have no idea," he said. "I think you should have an enema."

"Yuck," she said. "Forget I ever mentioned it."

"No, it was a good idea, but I think I can improve on it. We'll
oil you up and try just the head. I would love to just slide back
and forth between your cheeks. You have such an incredible butt,
baby that I could cum just from rubbing against it. If the head
hurts, we'll know this isn't for us. Remember, pain isn't fun."

"Yes, I agree. Sometimes you have a little pain to get a lot of
pleasure though. It hurt so bad when you popped my cherry, but
then it was all worth it."

She stripped his clothes off and then hers. She lay down on the
bed and he applied body lotion liberally to her butt and his
cock. He was rock hard just looking at her and thinking about
sliding between those marvelous cheeks.

He mounted her, pressing her into the bed and holding her breasts
in both hands. He slid back and forth between her slippery cheeks
until she felt him tense up in anticipation of cumming.

"No, Lucas, don't cum. Put it inside. I want to try it."

He was on the point of no return and he eased his cock down until
it pushed against her little pucker. He spread her cheeks so he
could see. It was incredibly erotic and he knew he was going to
cum quickly. He pressed harder and felt her stiffen beneath him.

"You have to relax, baby, or I know it's going to hurt," he told
her.

He felt her go limp and he eased the head through her sphincter
and the heat was incredible. He began to shoot inside her butt
and she squealed.

"Oh, God; don't move, Lucas. Oh, my God. That feels so weird.
You're cumming in my butt, aren't you?"

He groaned in reply, trying not to move as he emptied his balls
in her ass. He couldn't help some involuntary motions and her
hands flew back to press against him, trying to keep him from
going any deeper. He spent inside her and eased it out.

She covered her little butt with her hands and writhed for a
moment before going still.

"I hope that was good for you," she breathed. "It's never going
to happen again. God that was weird and painful. Maybe if you had
a little needle dick we could do that. I don't think something
that big is supposed to go in. I have an exit only butt. Was it
good?"

"It was incredible, but not if it hurt you. I could just have
easily cum between your cheeks. I'm glad you wanted to try, but I
never want to hurt you. Now we know, right?"

"Yes, it wasn't that bad. It hurt, but I could stand the pain if
I thought it was going to feel good after a while. I don't think
it would ever feel good. I can't believe women do that. I can't
believe gay men like it either. It's just weird, Uncle Luke. I'm
going to go to the bathroom now and we're never going to talk
about this again. You can come between my cheeks any time you
want to, but we're not going to talk about this anymore, ok?"

"Yes, baby; I'm sorry it wasn't good."

"It was good. Everything with you is good, but that was only good
once. Your cum in me feels disgusting. I love it in my mouth or
in my pussy, but hot back there. All over my body is good too. It
just feels like I need to poop now. We won't talk about it
anymore, right?"

"Right," he assured her.

She went into the bathroom and stayed for ten minutes. He heard
water running and then she came out, drying her butt with a
towel.

"Yuck," she said. "I think the enema would have been better."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about it anymore," he said.

"We aren't. That was the last word. I want to get up early in the
morning and go catch more steelhead before we have to go."

"I would like that too."

She lay down and spooned up against him. She looked over her
shoulder at him. She scooted her butt back against him. "Don't
get any ideas," she said. "Should I put on panties to protect
myself?"

He shouted with laughter. "I like you with panties on," he said.
"It's really sexy to have a naked little girl with only panties
in my bed."

"Really? I didn't know you liked that," she said. "I like it
too."

She got out of bed and got a pair of lacy black ones out of her
bag. She snuggled back in and he slid a hand down to feel them.
The contrast between her silky skin and the lace was very sexy.
He traced a finger up the swell of her hip to the panties and
cupped her pussy.

"I love you so much, baby," he whispered in her ear.

She smiled and he felt her go limp.

They left at daybreak the next morning and by ten they had their
limit of steelhead. Samantha actually caught three, but they had
their four and they rode back to the cabin. He cleaned fish and
packed them in ice for the trip home while she tidied up the
cabin. They packed the horses and made the five hour trip down
the mountain. Their outfitter took charge of the fish and told
them he would ship them home. They drove back to Yakima and it
was nearly midnight by the time they got back to Portland. They
showered and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Lucas went to his meeting and Samantha slept until noon on
Friday. They got up and went to the gum. Samantha was a bit of a
celebrity and Gio was there. He took her under his wing and she
lifted with Jonah. True to his word, Gio had a workout designed
for her and after they lifted they swam for half an hour. It was
getting toward evening and Lucas called Lila. She had reluctantly
agreed to letting him meet her mother. He wore a nice suit and
Samantha helped him pick out a tie. She was going to watch movies
on Netflix.

He had James pick him up in a limousine and drive him to Lila's
house. He brought two bunches of flowers and with some
trepidation he rang the bell. They lived in an older brownstone
and he heard the doorbell chime.

A little black woman opened the door. She looked up at Lucas.
"Something I can help you with, honey?"

"I'm Lucas Ramsey," he told her. "I'm here to pick up your
daughter. She agreed to go out with me but I wanted to meet you.
I feel like I need to explain myself. These are for you."

"Thank you, Mr. Ramsey." She looked him over. "My, you a big
white boy. Why you want to go out with my daughter, Mr. Ramsey?"

"Please, my name is Lucas. I want to go out with your daughter
because she's beautiful and kind."

"How on earth do you know she's kind? Any fool can see she's
beautiful."

"I know she's kind because she wsa kind to my niece. I wish you
could meet my niece. Her name is Samantha and she's
fifteen-years-old. She lives with me and I have custody of her.
Her mother was abusing her and her mother's boyfriend was
beginning to molest her. She ran away to me. She rode the train
from Seattle to Portland that your daughter was working on. The
train station is in a bad part of town and Samantha was scared. I
told her to find a train employee and she found Lila. Lila
protected her. They were both being attacked when I found them.
Lila was trying to protect Samantha. I... intervened."

"She told me what you did, I can believe it now, looking at you.
You a big man, Lucas. I'm grateful to you for helping Lila."

"I bought her and Samantha a piece of pie. We talked and I
discovered that Lila is a delightful person. I love hearing her
talk and that laugh of hers got under my skin. Did I mention that
I think she's beautiful?"

"Yes, you did. We agreed on that. I don't like the idea of my
girl going out with a white man. I ain't a racist, but it just
don't seem right."

"I understand. I even agree with you in general," Lucas said. "I
wouldn't like Samantha going out with a black man. But I'm not
just a white man. All I'm asking is for you to give me a chance.
Let me get to know you. You get to know me. I don't have a thing
for black women. I've never dated a black woman. I just like Lila
and I'd like to have a chance to get to know her better and see
where it goes."

"What you do for a living, Lucas?"

"I'm an entrepreneur," Mrs. Chrome.

"I've heard that word. What does it mean?"

"I own companies that make things."

"What sorts of things?"

"My primary business is software for cell phones. I develop and
sell three of the ten most popular applications for cell phones.
I'm in real estate as well. I buy land, develop it and lease it
to companies or sell it to them. I got in on the ground floor
with an online auction company. Mrs. Chrome, if I started giving
you my money today in hundred dollar bills we would both be dead
before we got half way through. I'm not telling you this to
impress you. I just want you to know I'm a responsible person.
Lila knows who I am. She told me she recognized my name."

"She said you a lot older than her. You don't look old, but why
you interested in a young girl like my Lila?"

"I'm not interested in her because she's a young girl, if that's
what you mean. I'm interested in her because she's a girl. That's
all. I think she's someone I'd like to know better. If things
don't get romantic, that's ok with me. I just want to be her
friend. Well, to be honest I hope we can be more than friends. If
that doesn't work out, then we'll be friends. I hope that
Samantha and I can just hang out with her."

She thought for a minute. "You seem like a nice man, Lucas. I
don't like many white people, but I like you. You be good to my
girl and I like you a lot. You hurt her and I'll send the
brothers to mess you up. Don't think you can pull no kung fu
tricks on them."

He laughed. "No, I promise not to hurt her. Is she ready?"

"Yes, she been fixing up. She like you, Lucas, to get all pretty
for you.  I told her I'd call her after we talked."

"Lila," she called up the stairs. "Mr. Ramsey here. You ready,
honey?"

He heard movement upstairs and Lila came down. She was stunning
in a short blue skirt, a black jacket and a white top. She had on
black heels and a matching blue clutch.

"Is everything ok, Mom?"

"Yes, it's ok. I like this white boy, Lila. You make him show you
a good time and don't let him get frisky with you."

"Mom, stop that! I'm sorry Lucas. She's always like this."

"You're delightful, Mrs. Chrome. Don't ever change," he said.
"These are for you, Lila."

"I take care of them," her mother said. "He brought me flowers
too, Lila. I put them in vases. You kids run on now."

She watched them go to the car and James opened the door for
them.

"My baby going out with a rich white man," she said to herself.
"What the world coming to?"

Lucas was taking Lila to a play. It was a dinner theatre and the
play was a comedy. It was a little raunchy, but it was funny and
they both laughed together as they ate. The food was even better
than the play and Lucas was satisfied.

He owned a club with live music on the other side of town and he
felt like a king going in with this stunning girl on his arm. He
had a private table reserved and he ordered drinks. She wanted a
vodka Collins and he sipped Scotch. They talked with their heads
close together and it thrilled him when her lips brushed his
ear.. He liked this band. It was hot jazz and he asked for a
couple of songs. He asked her to dance when he heard the opening
bars and she wanted to. It was slow and pretty and Lila moved
like a feather in his arms. They stayed on the floor and the
singer pointed out that the owner was in the house.

"We have a song for his lovely lady here. This one is for Lila."

It was a cover of Randy Newman's  "You can leave your hat on." It
was lively and ribald and the crowd cheered as Lila swayed to the
music. She took off her jacket and handed it to Lucas as she
danced around him. She began to unbutton the buttons of her top
and the crowd went wild. She pulled the tails out, exposing a
satin camisole underneath. She handed it to him and he pulled her
close and held her there as the song ended.
The crowd applauded as they made their way back to their table.
She took a bow and they sat down. Her eyes were sparkling and he
could have sworn her face was flushed. He kept the jacket and
top, putting them over the back of his chair.

"You're going to give them back, right Lucas? I can't go home
like this."

"Why not?" he asked. "I think you're gorgeous, Lila."

She wouldn't meet his eyes for a minute. "Thank you Lucas."

He could hardly hear her. He bent his head and he could feel her
ringlets of hair against his cheek.

"One more drink and I'll take you home," he told her

They talked while they drank and when they finished he stood up.
She stood and he held out her top. She put her arms in and he
buttoned it up, lingering over the buttons over her breasts,
brushing them with the back of his hands. She looked up and him
and her eyes were liquid pools. He helped her into her jacked and
she tucked the top of her blouse into her skirt. He texted James
and the car was waiting when they stepped out.

He got out and walked her to the door. She stopped and looked up
at him.

"I had a wonderful time, Lucas. Thank you."

"Will you go out with me again?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow, but I'll be back Tuesday. Is a week
night ok?"

"Yes, Samantha is going to be in school next week so I can't stay
out late. Could we get together early, like around five?"

"That would be perfect."

"Can I kiss you, Lila?"

She wouldn't look at him. "Yes, if you want to."

He did, and he took her chin in his fingers and tipped her head
up. She looked into his eyes and offered him her lips. They were
full and very soft under his. He put his arms around her and
pulled her close. She melted into his arms and the kiss lasted a
long time. He could see a blush on her coffee and cream cheeks
when she pulled away.

"Oh, my," she said. "That was very nice Lucas. I want to do it
again."

Just then the porch light came on and she quickly drew away. "Mom
waits up for me," she smiled. "Call me Lucas and I'll see you
Tuesday."

He rode home, thinking that she was a very exciting girl. He had
another waiting for him on the sofa. Samantha jumped up when the
door opened and ran to hug him. She kissed him and pulled him to
the sofa. She wanted to hear all about his date.

"Did you kiss her, Uncle Luke? Tell me you kissed her," she said
when he had finished telling her.

"Yes, I did," he laughed. "She wanted to do it again but her
mother interrupted us."

"Oh, I can't wait until you seduce her," she said, clapping her
hands together. "Just thinking about it makes me horny. Take me
to bed, Uncle Luke."

He was happy to do that. They showered and she climbed in bed
naked. "There's no use in putting panties on when we're just
going to take them off again," she explained.

In minutes she was cumming as his tongue teased her clitoris and
again when he entered her. She was still very tight and small. It
still hurt her at first, but he was very slow and gentle. As she
came for the fifth time he erupted inside her and the collapsed,
panting beside each other. She went to the bathroom and came back
with yellow panties on.

They stayed inside most of the day Saturday, spending most of the
day in bed. He made love to her three times during the day and
after the third time she was exhausted.

"My sweet Jesus, I think I came a hundred times," she gasped.
"Was it good for you, Uncle Luke?"

"You need to stop asking me that," he told her. "You know you're
incredible. I'm so in love with you that if you were fat and
ugly, you'd still be beautiful to me."

She smiled. "I know; me too. I'm glad you're not fat and ugly
though. You're a very good looking man, Uncle Luke. I just love
hearing you tell me. I need that. My life was ugly for a long
time and I didn't feel very good about myself. You changed all
that, but I still need your approval."

"I won't stop telling you," he assured her. "I'll show you too."

"By the way," she said. "Michelle came around and left papers for
you to sign so I can start school Monday. I've got three tryouts
Tuesday after school; jazz band, diving and swimming. I won't be
home until late. I know you're going out with Lila. I won't wait
up. I'll be in bed when you get home, probably. Wake me up and
tell me about it."

"Just tell James when to pick you up," he told her. "I'm going to
drive next time."

The GSX turned quite a few heads when he rumbled to a stop at the
Chrome's. He had a rose for Lila and an antique tea set for her
mother. Lila had told him she collected them and this one was
seventeenth century Chinese. He gave her the box when she let him
in and he gave Lila her rose. Mrs. Chrome put it in a vase and he
walked Lila out to the car. He asked her if she wanted to drive.

She did and he put her in and handed her the keys. She confessed
that she rarely drove. She didn't own a car although her mother
did. She was a very good driver, although cautious with his GSX.
She asked him where they were going and he directed her to the
water front. They took a dinner cruise on the Portland Spirit. It
was very romantic and she kissed him several times. They stood
together on the deck and he kept his arm around her. She had on a
yellow dress, very short and sexy, showing off her long, slim
legs to perfection. One shoulder was bare and he stroked her soft
skin. She shivered a little.

"Are you cold, Lila?" he asked.

"Maybe a little, but that's not why I reacted like that."

"No, what is it then?"

"You turn me on, Lucas. Would you like to make love to me?"

He was a little shocked. She instantly apologized. "I'm sorry,
Lucas. Damn, now I've made it all awkward. You must think I'm a
slut."

"Not at all," he said. "I'm just a little surprised. I thought
I'd have to get over this young, old, black and white stuff
before you'd even think about it. You're sort of shy too."

"I don't sleep with men I don't think I could love," she said.
"I've decided that all those rules don't apply to you. You make
me feel special and I don't care about any of that anymore."

"You are special," he told her. "I would like to make love to
you, but just not tonight. Samantha had tryouts for jazz band,
the dive team and the swim team after school. It's ten now and if
I don't get home soon she'll be asleep and I won't be there for
her to tell me about it."

"Oh, my God," she said. "Where have you been all my life. You're
the sweetest man, Lucas. That just makes me want you more."

"When are you off this week," he asked her.

"I get in Friday afternoon and I don't leave until Monday
afternoon."

"If I pick you up at the train station, will you spend the
weekend with Samantha and I?"

"I might. What will we do?"

"It's a surprise. It involves an airplane flight and a boat and
hot sun," he said. "Will you do it?"

"It sounds incredible. Yes, I'll go. What should I pack?"

"Clothes to get from here to there and back. A bikini and
personal items too. That's it."

He took her home and kissed her again at the door. He got home at
eleven and Samantha was asleep. She woke up when he climbed in
bed after his shower and she told him she had made all three
teams. She hadn't swum well enough to make the open butterfly,
but she made the medley relay. She was sure she could get her
time down enough to get the open spot too. He told her about his
date and that they were going out of town on Friday. He would
pick her up early from school and they would spend the weekend
with Lila. She would miss school Monday too.

"I'm sure we'll be able to get her in bed if we have her all
weekend," she said. "Good work, Uncle Luke. Do you like her a
lot?"

"I do," he told her. "I think I could fall in love with her if I
didn't have you."

"Why does that matter? What if I fall in love with her too? What
if she loves me? What if she loves you? I'll share you with her
if you'll share her with me."

"You're incredible, baby. Go to sleep and we'll think about it.
It may turn out just the way you want it to."

They picked Lila up at the station at one on Friday and James
drove them to the airport. They boarded Lucas' jet and took off.
Neither girl had ever flown before and they loved the jet. It was
very well fitted and they enjoyed the luxury. They landed in Cabo
San Lucas in the early afternoon. A car was waiting for them and
they were soon aboard a yacht.

"Where are we and whose ship is this," Lila wanted to know.

"This is Cabo San Lucas in Mexico and this is my yacht. It's
called the Inside Strait. Do you like her?"

They demanded to be shown around and he introduced them to
Captain Gomez and the mate, Julio. There was a cabin boy and a
chef as well. They put out to sea and the blue water hissed by.
The Inside Strait had 130 feet of water line and seven cabins.
There was a large deck aft with comfortable seating and another
on top of the bridge. The girls went to get changed and they
agreed to meet on the aft deck.

The girls were stunning when they emerged. Samantha had on a red
crocheted bikini that showed so much skin she was nearly bare.
Lila had a yellow string affair. The bottom was a little yellow
triangle with strings attached and th top was two more little
yellow triangles with strings. It looked amazing on her coffee
complexion. Her breasts were much larger than he had expected
from her slender body and her butt was a thing out of a young
man's fantasy. He had on dark sunglasses and he was glad they
couldn't see his eyes. They were fixed on two of the most perfect
girls he had ever seen. One little, blonde and golden brown; the
other tall and slender with that coffee and lots of cream
beauty.

"I can feel your eyes," Samantha laughed. "He's like this all the
time, Lila."

"I could get used to it," she said. "She put her arms over her
head and spun gracefully, giving him the full effect."

"You're beautiful," Samantha told her. "I would kill for boobs
like that."

"They would look odd on you<" Lila told her. "Yours are perfect
for you. I suspect they'll grow a little when you hit eighteen or
so."

"Don't you think she's beautiful, Uncle Luke?"

"Yes, baby, I do; inside and out."

He saw that rosy tint creep over Lila's cheeks. "Can I offer you
girls a beer; a glass of champagne?"

"I don't like beer," Samantha said, 'but I'll take the
champagne."

"You let her drink?" Lila asked.

"She does what she wants to," he said. "I trust her. She'll ask
me if she thinks I might not like something."

Lila took a beer and they lay on the cushions and soaked up the
sun.

"I forgot to bring sunscreen," Lila said.

"I didn't think you needed it," Samantha said in surprise.

"Most people don't know, but black people burn just like white
people," Lila told her. "It would hurt for a while and I'd get
black as coal. I don't want to be any darker. I like my skin the
way it is."

"I like it too," Samantha assured her. "I have sunscreen. I'll
let you have some. I'll put it on you if you'll do me."

She jumped up and rummaged around in her bag. She came up with
four tubes. "I intend to spend a lot of time out here," she
said.

She sat astride Lila's thighs and began to work the sunscreen
into her back. She worked down over her legs and feet, tickling
her feet in the process. Lila giggled and kicked wildly. Samantha
worked her way back up to Lila's shoulders and arms. She stopped
and pulled the yellow string holding her top on. It fell open and
Lila glanced at Lucas for a moment. He didn't appear to notice
anything amiss and she relaxed as Samantha's small hands soothed
her.

"Roll over," Samantha told her. She rose up a little so Lila
could roll over. She clutched her bikini top to her and lay down
on her back. Samantha repeated thr process. This time when her
hands reached Lila's breasts she slipped them under the cups and
worked the sunscreen into Lila's breasts. The little triangles
pushed up exposing chocolate colored nipples, already standing at
attention. Samantha tweaked them and Lila gasped.

"Don't, Samantha," she whispered. "Lucas is right there. He'll
look over her and see us."

"He won't mind," Samantha whispered back, rolling the nipples
between her thumbs and forefingers; wringing a soft moan from
Lila. "He might be jealous, but he won't mind, I promise." She
took Lila's top away and put it on the ground. She bent down and
kissed each chocolate nub. "You can turn back over now.

Lila quickly turned over, hiding her breasts against the
cushions. She felt Samantha's hands slide over the cheeks of her
butt again.  She dug her fingers into the smooth brown skin at
the top of Lila's thighs. Lila moaned softly and spread her legs
a little, giving Samantha better access. She moved around so that
she could cup Lila's butt in her hands and Lila felt Samantha'
hand slide between her thighs and cup her pussy. There was a
distinct wet spot there and Samantha took that as an invitation
to push the strings aside and slide on finger into Lila's pussy
whole the other hand rubbed at her engorged clitoris.

"Samantha,," she whispered frantically. "What are you doing? God
that feels good but we have to stop. Lucas is going to notice."

"Can we do this later when he's not around?" Samantha asked her.

"Yes, honey. God you're sexy, but we can't let him find out."

"Will you make love with me?"

"Yes, baby, stop now."

"There's no reason to stop," Samantha told her. "He already knows
I want you. I told him the first time after the restaurant. He
approves. He wants you himself. He tells me everything and I tell
him everything. I'll share him with you if you'll love me too."

Lila turned over and pulled Samantha down on top of her. "Are you
and Lucas lovers?" she asked.

"Yes, ever since the first night. I climbed in bed with him when
he was asleep. By the time he woke up I had him so horny he
couldn't say no. Do you mind?"

"No, but this isn't going the way I thought it would at all. I
feel like I'm corrupting a child, Samantha. I was going to fuck
Lucas' brains out. I didn't know you felt like this about me. I
didn't know you two were lovers. Hell, I guess I don't know
anything."

Samantha was squeezing her breasts and Lila shivered at the
touch. "Stop, baby, and let me think. That makes me too horny to
think."

"You're not corrupting anyone," Samantha told her. "I came on to
you, remember?"

"Yes, I remember. Did you two plan to get me in bed this
weekend?"

"Yes, do you mind?"

"I should. I think I'm in love with him, Samantha."

"Good. I'm in love with him too. I could easily fall in love with
you. You're very lovely, Lila. Do you think you could love me?"

"I'm already half way there. I want to make love to you. I know
you're sweet as sugar and smart as a whip. You're funny and sexy.
Yes, I could fall in love with you."

"Uncle Luke told me he thought he could fall in love with you if
it weren't for me after your last date. I told him that I liked
that idea. I told him I'd share him with you. Look at him, Lila.
He's beautiful and so full of love. He's strong, brave, rich and
hung like a horse. He hadn't been with a woman since Aunt Lilly
died two years ago. He needs us. He was so lonely it would break
your heart. He has me and he loves taking care of me, but he
needs someone like you too. You're just like Aunt Lilly was.
You're so strong and independent. You won't ever cling or be
needy the way I am. Love us, Lila. Can you love us?"

"Yes I can. I think he's asleep. Let's strip and go over there
and fuck him until dinner. Then we'll take him to bed and we'll
fuck. That should get him going again and we'll have an orgy all
night long."

"I like the way you think," Samantha giggled. "Do you know his
cock is nine inches long? I've only fucked him twice but we've
done lots of other things. I was sore for a long time after the
first time. I got better a couple of days ago and I fucked him
again. I want to do it now."

"Jesus, Samantha; how did you take it. You're so tiny and
young."

"He made it easy, Lila. He's an incredibly gentle and tender
lover. You're going to love this. You fuck him first and I'll
play with both of you."

They went and stood over him. He felt their shadows fall over him
and pushed his glasses up to look up at them. Both girls dropped
the tops of their bikinis to the deck and the kneeled beside
him.

"Am I about to be raped?" he asked.

They giggled and lay down on each side of him. They took turns
kissing him and each other. They played with each other's breasts
and ran their hands over his chest.

"You don't have any body hair," Lila said. "Do you shave?"

"No," he said. "I never had any."

"I don't care for hairy men," Samantha said. "I want to shave his
pubic hair too."

Lila moved closer and he admired her body. Her breasts were high
and proud, probably a large C cup. Her nipples were longer than
Samantha's and her areola were small chocolate circles. Her
breasts tipped upward a little and the bottoms were very full.
Her belly was firm and flat and her hips were slender but curvy.
She had no pubic hair and her pussy was bare and beautiful. She
had large, dark labia and he could see flashes of light pink
inside when he untied her bikini bottom.

Samantha reached out and ran her fingers between Lila's pussy
lips. "She's very wet for us," she said. "I warmed her up while
you were sleeping."

They pulled at his trunks and slid them down over his feet so
that he lay beneath them naked.

Lila gasped when she saw his cock. "Jesus Christ, Sam. I can't
believe you took that. That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. I
can't take that. Look how thick it is." She wrapped her hands
around it. "My fingers won't wrap all the way around!"

"I know it's intimidating," Samantha said. "I really didn't have
anything to compare it to. I know you can do it. Not yet though.
Let us love you."

Lila lay back on the cushions and Lucas inhaled one of those
sweet chocolate nipples. He stretched the rubbery nubbin between
his lips and let it pop back. He grazed it with his teeth and she
shuddered and moaned. She felt Samantha part her thighs and felt
the girl's hair, silky over her excited flesh. She felt little
fingers parting her labia and a little pointed tongue teasing her
clitoris. She groaned and her hips bucked under Samantha's
ministrations. Lucas had switched nipples and now he claimed her
mouth as she took him in her hand and stroked his erection.

Samantha was beside herself with excitement. She had never seen
anything as beautiful and sexy as this lovely girl's pussy. She
loved the bare skin with not even a hint of stubble. The pinkness
inside was a beautiful contrast to her dark skin. She coaxed the
clitoris out of its hood, remembering Lucas' mouth on her and
imitating the things he did that made her feel good.

Lila's clitoris grew and swelled under her tongue until it
resembled a tiny penis. Samantha knew how to make penises feel
good. She took it between her fingers and stroked it up and down
the sides of the tiny shaft. Lila was now writhing and moaning
continually and she exploded into orgasm as Samantha lashed the
head with her tongue. She came in powerful orgasm for a few
minutes then pushed Samantha's head away with her free hand. Her
breasts were heaving and she was shiny and slick. Her pussy was
dripping and Samantha was ready for more.

"She's ready for you now, Lucas."

He swung around between her thighs and pushed the head of his
cock between her labia. The contrast between black and white was
incredibly erotic and Lila raised her head to look at their
joining. Samantha was holding Lucas's cock in her little hand and
guiding him in. Her buttery lips parted and he began to penetrate
her as Samantha began to trace circles around her clitoris. She
groaned as she felt her pussy stretch enormously around his huge
girth. She put her hands against his stomach and pushed against
him.

"Wait, stop Lucas," she moaned. "Slow, honey, very slow. You're
the fourth cock I've ever had in me. The others weren't close to
this size. Don't hurt me, Lucas."

"He won't," Samantha assured her. She worked her fingers
furiously over Lila's distended clitoris and the girl gasped and
thrust herself on the huge rod impaling her. At six inches she
felt him begin to invade places that had never been touched
before. Not only was he much longer than her previous lovers, his
incredible girth as stretching her more than she could have
imagined. He halted his forward progress for a minute and
withdrew a few inches. He fed it back inside and she moaned and
writhed beneath him. He fucked her steadily with the first six
inches and she began to quiver as she felt herself approaching a
mind-blowing orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy as she came and he
used the cover of her orgasmic spasms to bury himself inside
her.

"There, you've got it," Samantha praised her. "Good girl. Now we
can get serious. Will you lick me while Lucas fucks you."

Lina was incapable of speech and could only nod. Samantha climbed
astride and Lila tasted the little blonde girl's pussy. It was
wet and delicious. She could tell that they were kissing above
her and Samantha began to moan as Lila teased her labia and
clitoris. Lila had a little experience with girls. She had made
love several times with her college roommate and she knew how to
drive Samantha over the top.

She felt Lucas increase his tempo and he began to slide quickly
between her very wet lips. She was cumming continuously and she
didn't know how much more she could take. Lucas was moving like a
machine now, pounding into her and his cock was scraping over her
clitoris with every stroke, stimulating her g-spot and driving
her crazy with lust. She felt his rhythm break as the head of hic
cock sliced through her cervix.

"Can I come inside you, Lila?' he gasped.

Her mouth was covered by Samantha's cumming pussy and so she just
reached down and pulled his hips into her. He understood and he
pistoned into her for another minute and she felt him quiver and
shake. His cock swelled incredibly larger inside her and she felt
the hot blasts of his cum flood her with its soothing cream. The
feeling of that hot fluid filling her womb caused her to cum
again and she twitched and shuddered through one more orgasm as
he remained buried deep in her belly. Samantha collapsed beside
her and Lucas' heavy weight settled over her and he was kissing
her lovingly. She rested, buried beneath her lovers, overwhelmed
by her emotions. She never wanted this to end, she realized. She
wanted to stay like this the rest of her life. A little blonde
angel snuggled up against her side and a heavy weight, on her and
in her brought tears to her eyes.

"That was amazing," Lucas said. "You girls are amazing."

"You're about to crush one of the amazing girls," Samantha warned
him. "Get off her, Lucas. Let her breathe."

She made way so that he could lay between them. He rolled
reluctantly out of and off Lila and pulled both girls over so
that they faced each other across his chest, their breast crushed
against him.

"Say something, Lila," he looked down at her.

"I can't," she gasped. "Let me rest for a minute."

She panted for a minute. "God, that was incredible," she finally
said. "I came a thousand times. That was the sexiest thing that's
ever happened to me."

She kissed Samantha's pouty little mouth and Lucas' chest.

"Thank you Samantha. You made the first move. You made this
possible for me. I love you, honey. Thank you for sharing Lucas
and yourself with me. Was it what you hoped it would be?"

"It was fantastic," Samantha said. "I love you too. I love your
body. I don't ever want to stop making love to you. Do you mind,
Uncle Luke?"

She reached down and stroked his sticky cock. It twitched and
showed signs of returning to life.

"No, baby; I don't mind. That is as long as I can fuck a little
blonde cherub too."

He rolled on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows and
kissed her tenderly. He sucked her nipples and ran his finger
inside her very wet tunnel.

"You can have me any time you want me," she whispered. "No other
man will ever touch me."

She gasped and moaned as his cock penetrated her little pussy and
he began to make love to her gently and passionately. The sight
of his huge cock moving into this little blonde angel's pussy
stirred Lila's passion and she made love to Samantha's little
breasts. She loved the little hard brown nipples and she lavished
attention on them until Samantha pulled her astride. She felt the
girl's tongue on her pussy and she watched as Samantha tongued
Lucas's cum from her, licking it down like candy. She pressed her
clitoris onto her lips and began to rock with them.

Lucas fucked Samantha until she begged him to stop, totally wrung
out by her multiple orgasms. He pulled away and the two girls
brought him to completion with their mouths, trading his cum
between their tongues and sucking him dry. They slept for an hour
until the dinner bell rang. They pulled their bathing suits back
on and the girls produced wraps to wear for dinner.

"We don't want the crew getting ideas," Lila giggled.

"They could have had a free show, but they never invade my
privacy," he assured them. "They're a good crew but they never
come aft if I'm there."

After dinner, Samantha wanted to fish and they stopped the yacht
while they baited hooks. The captain set them up in fighting
chairs and it wasn't long until Lila hooked a large tiger shark.
It was a titanic battle and the girls traded off when they became
too tired to pull on the monster. It took them two hours to get
it to the surface close to the boat.

"Qu es lo que quieres hacer?" Gomez asked.

"Liberarlo," Lucas said.

"What was that?" Samantha asked.

"He wanted to know what we wanted to do with the shark. I told
him to release it."

"I didn't know you spoke Spanish," Samantha said.

"It isn't one of my best languages," he told her. "I get by."

"What are your best?" Lila asked him.

"I speak pretty good Mandarin, Japanese and German."

"Really? I had no idea," Samantha said.

"I don't reveal all my secrets," he grinned at her.

Gomez cut the wire and the shark swam slowly away. They changed
rods and tackle. The Inside Strait got underway and they fished
for yellow fin tuna, maceral and skipjack. They caught three
yellow fin and Gomez delivered them to the chef for dinner the
next day. They anchored off a small island and spent the night.
Lucas had his doubts about making love again that night but the
sight of the two girls in a 69 drew him to participate, first
with his mouth and hands and then he grew inspired and fucked
Samantha twice and Lila once before exploding into the beautiful
black girl.

They stayed at anchor on Saturday and Lucas, Samantha and Lila
jumped into the water and swam to the island. They snorkeled for
hours and Julio brought them a picnic lunch to the Island in the
inflatable. There were two palm trees and they spread blankets
under the trees and ate cold fried chicken, baked beans and
potato salad and drank champagne. They lay on the sand in the
afternoon and played in the water. The girls both went naked the
whole time they were on the island and they ended up making love
for two hours on the blankets under the trees.

Julio ferried them back to the yacht as the sun was setting and
they ate grilled tuna for dinner. They drank brandy on top of the
bridge after dinner and Lucas gave them good Cuban cigars. The
girls both laughed as they puffed away, sitting in deck chairs in
their bikinis. They liked the idea of smoking cigars but Samantha
didn't care much for the brandy.

"We look like rich old men," Lila laughed. "That's what they
would do."

"Hey, is that an ageist remark directed at the only one of us not
a teenager?"

They laughed. "I'm not a teenager either," Lila protested.

"You might as well be," he told her. "You're next thing to it.
You girls make me feel ancient."

"Ancient men can't make love like you," Samantha told him.
Speaking of which, Lila is going to sleep with us tonight,
right?"

"Did you invite her?" he asked.

"No, I thought you should do that, It's your bed."

"Lila, you're invited to sleep in my bed," he told her. "You're
invited to sleep in my bed anytime you want to. How's that?"

"Perfect," Samantha said. "Will you sleep with us, Lila?"

"Yes. I would like to sleep with you. I would also like to sleep
with just one of you at a time occasionally. I'm not as easy
about this as you are, Samantha. When we're together it's all hot
and wet, but I think that when we get back home and I'm riding a
train to Boston or Tampa I'm going to question my sanity."

"I know what you mean," Lucas said. "I'm caught in her web and I
don't want out, but I can see how you would be reticent."

"Just give us a chance," Samantha asked. "If it's not a school
night we can get together and just hang out if you want to. We
don't have to fuck. I like just being around you guys. If you
come over on a school night you can sleep with Uncle Luke by
yourself. I need at least eight hours of sleep a day if I'm going
to keep my grades up. I really do want to be valedictorian. How
does tha sound."

"It sounds like you want me in your life badly," Lila hugged her.
"I'm not going to kick you out of your bed though. Maybe we could
use yours and then come get in bed with you so we wouldn't keep
you awake. I hope you have a big bed, Lucas."

"He does," Samantha said. "What will your mom think about you
staying over with us?"

"She'll disapprove, then she'll love me anyway. She never
approves of sex before you're married. It doesn't matter if
you're in love or not. She'll feel better about it if I tell her
I'm in love with Lucas. I could never tell her about you, Sam. It
would upset her too badly. I don't like to hurt her."

"No, I understand. Do you think I could come over and meet her?"

"Yes, honey; I think she'd like you a lot. I think you'd like her
too. Lucas thinks she's amazing."

She slept with them that night and Sunday night as well. Saturday
they did mostly sleep but Sunday night became a thing of
sweetness and sighs as they made passionate love over and over.

Monday came all too soon and they sailed back to Cabo San Lucas
and boarded the Lear. James was waiting for them at the airport.
He drove then to the Chrome's and they went in to introduce
Samantha to Lila's mother. Samantha hugged her tightly and Mrs.
Chrome fell in love with the little blonde pixie right away.

"Aren't you a pretty child," she said. "Lila tell me all about
you. You a poor baby, but you got your Uncle Lucas now. He's a
nice man. He'll take good care of you, I know. You like tea,
child?"

Samantha did, and they had brought her a bag of Yorkshire Red
from Harrowgate's of London and a new tea ball. She was very
pleased, especially with the tea ball.

"This the good stuff," she said. "We had it once or twice. It too
expensive for us most of the time. Aunt Shonda's tea ball was
getting old too. The latch don't work too good. I got oatmeal
cookies. You want cookies?"

Samantha went to the kitchen with her and they drank tea and ate
cookies. Samantha chattered happily to her about tea and old jazz
while Lucas and Lila cuddled on the sofa.

After half an hour, they were ready to leave. "You got a real
sweet girl here, Lucas," Mrs. Chrome told him. "She's smart and
pretty like my Lila. You bring her over for dinner next Saturday.
I'll cook and show you white people what soul food all about."

They laughed and accepted. Lila was off Thursday through Saturday
that week and Samantha's birthday was on Friday.

Her Hellcat was delivered on Thursday and Lucas kept it at the
garage and didn't tell her it had come. He took her out of school
at noon on Friday and took her to get her driver's license. She
passed the tests and he congratulated her. James dropped them off
at the garage. It was located on the office complex and Samantha
had never been there before.

"What is this place, Uncle Luke?" she asked.

"This is where we keep our cars when we're not using them."

"Are we taking one out? Why don't we just go with James?"

He raised a large garage door and the Charger stood just inside
under the lights. Samantha squealed with delight and threw her
arms around his neck. He picked her up in his arms and squeezed
her tight. She kissed him deeply.

"Happy birthday, baby," he told her.

"Thank you, Uncle Luke," she breathed against his lips. "I love
you so much. Now put me down and let's go for a drive."

The Hellcat sounded amazing. It had a Flow Master custom exhaust
system and the big, supercharged V8 burbled as it idled out of
the complex. It had traction control and refused to let go of the
pavement, but it would chirp the tires. Samantha loved the smell
of new car and she adjusted the seat, pedals and steering wheel
to fit her. The Hellcat was programed to remember her and she was
amazed that it could remember Lucas too.

"Where should we go," she asked.

"Do you want to go fast or hit some lights?"

"Both," she decided.

"Ok, let's turn right at the next light."

He took her through town for a while and then on to the
interstate. They drove five miles and he had her exit. He knew
the owner of the Speedway and he had agreed to let Samantha try
the Charger out at high speed on the empty track.

He was a large black man named Stephen. He met them at the gate
and fitted them with crash helmets and a harness.

Samantha's eyes were shining as she pulled up to the starting
line. Stephen gave them a green flag and the Charger shot off the
line. She kept it around a hundred for the first two laps,
slowing a little for the steeply banked curves. Once she had a
feel for it they flew around the track. The Hellcat handled like
a dream and he saw the speedometer touch 160 down the
backstretch. She took the curves low to high and let the big,
supercharged V8 shot them out of the other side. After ten laps
she decided she had enough and she slowed to a stop back at the
finish line.

"That's a good piece of driving," Stephen told her. "If you ever
want a job, I'll put you in pace cars. You've got the looks to be
a star around here. You drive very well."

Her eyes shone and all that silky blonde hair came spilling out
when she took off her helmet. She shook her head and it billowed
around her and settled back into place.

"You've definitely got the looks," Stephen admired her.

"Hey, she's mine," Lucas laughed.

"You're a lucky dog," Stephen chuckled. "Seriously though, I
meant it about the job. If you're ever interested have Luke give
me a call."

She promised to think about it. She drove them back home and he
told her he had dinner reservations for them at seven. He was
going to have James pick Lila up, but Samantha wanted to go and
show her the Charger. It was going to be a formal dinner and She
put on one of the new dresses she had received from the hand of
Lucy. When she came out, she was stunning. Her hair was done up
in a cunning knot and her dress was a midnight blue affair. It
was shiny and long with a deep slit on one side. It was a mermaid
style with one shoulder bare and had a silver ribbon wrapped
around the torso. She posed for him, one little brown thigh
exposed and tall silver heels peeking out. She had a matching
blue clutch and she was gorgeous.

"God you're beautiful, baby," he exclaimed. "You take my breath
away."

She walked over and kissed him. "Thanks, Uncle Luke. I love
dressing up for you. I can't wait for you to take it off."

He swatted her butt and she squealed and got out her keys. "Be
back in half an hour," she said.

He made a couple of telephone calls and worked on some paperwork.
He put on his black tuxedo and got a blue bow tie to match her.
45 minutes passed with no sign of the girls. He called Mrs.
Chrome and she told him that they had left 30 minutes ago. He
became alarmed and tried to call both Samantha and Lila. Neither
girl answered their phones.

He called Gio. When the cop answered he asked if he were busy.
"No, but I have plans for later," Gio said.

"I need your help," Lucas explained that the girls were missing.

"I can't file a missing persons report until they're gone 24
hours," Gio said. "I'll check accident reports and see if they've
been stopped anywhere."

When he called back in three minutes he hadn't found anything.

"There's a traffic camera on the light in front of Lila's house,"
Lucas said. "Can you check that footage?"

"I'll do it right away," Gio said. "I'm ten minutes from the
station. I'll have it in twenty."

"Thanks Gio, I owe you."

When Gio called back his voice was full of concern. "I've got
real bad news, Lucas. The traffic camera shows Sam pulling up at
Lila's. She went in and her and Lila came out. There were three
men in a white van across the street. When the girls came out,
two of them walked across the street and pulled guns. They got in
the back seat of the car and they drove off."

"Can you send me that footage?" Lucas asked.

"It's on the way."

Lucas looked at the footage until he saw the two men cross the
street. He zoomed in on their faces and he recognized Raymond.
His heart swelled with horror when he saw that.

"Gio, one of those men is her mother's boyfriend. His name is
Raymond Chandler. He's a child molester and he's the reason
Samantha lives with me. He's taken her and it can't be good. Let
me think for a minute."

He wracked his brain for a minute. "Hey Gio, her car has one of
those GPS things in it. Can you check and see where it is?"

"I'll get right on in. Call you back when I've got it."

In five minutes he called with the address. It wasn't far from
Lucas' office. He punched it in on Google maps and it was a
warehouse.

"Thanks Gio. I'm on my way there."

"You want us to roll here? This is a kidnapping. The FBI will
help too."

"No, I don't want a hostage situation. Don't tell anyone Gio.
Will you meet me there?"

"Of course, Lucas. That little girl means a lot to me. She's
going to take me for a ride in her new car, for God's sake." His
voice broke a little. "You got a gun, Lucas?"

"Yes, but I hope not to use it. I'm going to kill Raymond, Gio.
He's caused this little girl too much pain already. If you aren't
good with that, don't come."
"
No, I'm good. You need to kill him in a fight, Lucas. You can't
just kill him in cold blood. I can't live with that."

"That's my plan. Meet me across the street in 20."

Lucas went to the closet and got his 9mm out of its box. He
loaded three magazines and put them in his jacket pocket.

He got in the GSX and left for the warehouse.
****

When Samantha got to Lila's she went in and hugged Mrs. Chrome.
"Happy birthday, honey," she said. "You look beautiful. Lila got
a new dress too. You two going to break hearts tonight. Lila
going to stay with Lucas tonight. I ain't happy about it, but she
a big girl and I know girls got needs. You watch out for her, you
hear?"

"I will, Mrs. Chrome. I know Uncle Luke is in love with her. He
won't let her get hurt."

"I know he's a good man. You a good girl too." She kissed
Samantha's cheek and Lila came down. She had on a short red dress
that hugged her sleek brown body. She looked glorious with her
long brown legs exposed.

They admired each other, Lila grabbed her bag and they left. Lila
put her bag in the back seat and they got in.

They buckled in and Samantha heard a tap on the window. She
looked up and saw the muzzle of a gun pressed against the window.
She gasped in fear when she saw Raymond holding the gun. She
glanced over at Lila and there was another man with a gun at her
window.

"Roll it down," he told her. "Don't start the car."

She rolled the window down and he held the gun to her head.

"Unlock the back doors," he ordered.

She pressed the button and the two men climbed inside. "Now
drive," Raymond ordered.

"Where do you want me to go," she asked.

He gave her the address and she punched it into her GPS.  She
pulled away from the curb.

"What are you doing, Raymond? You're kidnapping us. You're going
to be in a lot of trouble."

"No, you're the one that's in trouble. Because of you, Rebecca
kicked me out. You're going to pay for that."

"Are you going to kill us?" Lila asked.

"Oh no, that would be too easy. I've got plans for you. I've got
plans for you, Samantha. They were just for you, but this hot
mama is a bonus."

Samantha pulled up to the warehouse and the garage door opened .
He told her to drive inside. She parked and he ordered them out.

They walked inside and there was what looked like a movie set
inside. There were two fake walls, a large bed and photography
lights were set up.

"What is this?" Lila asked.

"We're going to make movies," Raymond said. "You're going to be
the stars. You're going to make me a lot of money. You're the one
that caused this, Sam. Strutting around and teasing me with that
hot little body. You were begging for it and then when you
started getting it you ran away. You're Uncle told Rebecca about
me and she kicked me out. Well, now I'm going to take what you
teased me with. We're going to film it. Then I have a crew that
is going to take it too. We're going to fuck you until you can't
walk and then fuck you some more. You're going to love it."

"You're going to be disappointed," Samantha said. "You're a sick
son-of-a-bitch and if you think I'm going to enjoy it you're out
of your mind. You can force me to do it, but I'm going to puke
every time you touch me."

"That's where you're wrong, little girl. I've got just the thing
for you."

He held up his hand and a large black man stepped into the light.
He was followed by two more and the girls could see two syringes
in their hands.

"What is that?" Samantha panicked a little. "Is that drugs?"

"It's just a little cocktail to make sure you have a good time,"
he laughed. "I told you you were going to enjoy it.

His cocktail was a blend of cocaine, a little heroin and a
powerful aphrodisiac. It was used by animal breeders and Raymond
had seen its effects on women before. It reduced them to orgasmic
wrecks and he was looking forward to seeing Samantha begging to
be fucked.

The men seized the girls and held them while Raymond injected
them with the drugs. When he took the rubber tube off her arm the
drugs rushed to Samantha's brain and her legs sagged. She was
carried to the bed and she lay limp and floating in a drugged
haze. Lila was placed on the other side of the bed and she lay
with her eyes closed.

"I'm glad you girls dressed up for us," Raymond sneered. "This is
going to be good. God damn, they're hot, Jamaal. Look at that
little white girl. She's a freshman in high school. Just think
how she's going to look with your cock in her. I want her first
though. She's teased me long enough. This is going to be big on
the internet. Get the camera's rolling."

Two cameramen from a pornography studio had agreed to film the
movies and they turned on the lights and got the camera's ready.

Raymond walked to the bed and rolled Samantha over onto her back.
He unzipped her dress and rolled her back over. She was too weak
to resist. Jamaal did the same to Lila. The cameramen followed
closely as the men stripped the dresses off of the beauties on
the bed. Neither girl wore a bra and their glorious breasts were
exposed to the crew. Their nipples were rock hard in response to
the drugs flowing through their systems. Samantha's red lace
panties came into view as Lila's white lace was exposed.

Raymond caressed Samantha's firm little breasts and her areola
puckered. He slid his hands down over her young body to her
swelling hips. He pulled her little panties to one side, exposing
bare skin and her little pink pussy. She shifted in protest but
couldn't muster the strength to resist effectively. Raymond
slipped them down over her heels and dropped them to the floor.
He pulled her butt to the edge of the bed and knelt between her
thighs. Her labia were swollen and flushed from the effects of
the drugs and when he parted them with his fingers she was very
wet inside.

He leaned in and her musk filled his mind with lust. He slid his
tongue up over her lips and teased her clitoris. It was swollen
and flushed with blood and she moaned.

She clasped her thighs against him, preventing his access. Her
head was shaking and her hands reached down to push him away.

"No! No; I won't," she said. "You bastard, I won't!"

He was amazed that she could muster the strength to resist his
advances. He pushed her thighs apart and attacked her clitoris
again. Feelings of sexual euphoria were sweeping over her.

Lila was faring no better. One of her large black assailants was
rubbing the head of his huge cock against her full lips while a
second was sliding the huge purple head of his cock up and down
between her pussy lips. Her hips were making involuntary motions
against the intruder. She was making an attempt to push them away
and she struggled weakly and vainly to resist her sexual
arousal.

Samantha was near the point of orgasm as her rapist licked and
sucked her little clitoris. He pulled away and took off his
pants. His cock wasn't large, but she stared at it in disgust as
her body writhed against her will. He advanced on her and dipped
the head of his prick into her secretions and teased her clitoris
with the head. He drew back to plunge inside her at the same time
Lila's rapist slid his cock head into her opening and prepared to
fuck her.
****

When Lucas arrived at the warehouse Gio was waiting. "How do you
want to do this, Lucas?" he asked.

"I'm going to go in and kill them all," Lucas said. "I don't want
bullets flying around, Gio. The girls might get hit. Let's go in
quiet and try to take them out. Keep them off my back. Shoot them
if you have to, but I'm good at fighting. I can kill these people
with my bare hands. I can take them two or three at a time. If
someone is armed, shoot them. Otherwise let me handle it."

"It's your show, Lucas. You can count on me."

The side door was locked, but Lucas put his shoulder against it
and gave it a bump. The metal groaned and bent. He hit it harder
and the lock gave way. It wasn't loud and no one came to
investigate.

They crept into the dark interior. They could hear sounds from
the large, central room and they opened the door and looked
inside. The sight filled Lucas with horror. The girls were naked
on the bed and they were obviously being raped. The girls were
fighting with the men over them and they were kicking furiously
at their assailants. Raymond slapped Samantha brutally and flung
her legs open. All attention was focused on the rape scene
playing out and Lucas broke the first cameraman's neck from
behind without a sign. No one noticed and he quickly delivered a
blow with the edge of his forearm to the second cameraman's
throat. He went to the floor, his air passages destroyed and
blood filling his mouth. His stool fell over and Raymond looked
up in time to see the heel of the hand that struck his nose. He
collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain and blood spurting from
his crushed appendage.

The men on Lila had time to stand before he was on them. He heard
a shot and a body fell from the balcony above. He kicked the man
that had been between Lila's legs in the face and spun,
delivering a brutal kick to the right knee of the second man with
his shin. The knee was destroyed and the man collapsed to the
floor. Lucas left him and followed the man he had kicked. It was
Jamaal and he staggered backward, his head spinning. Before he
could recover, Lucas was on him, striking him over the liver with
a right hand and he doubled over. Lucas caught him in a
guillotine choke hold and wrenched up with all his strength.
Jamaal's neck broke with an audible snap and Lucas spun away,
coming to face Raymond. Raymond snatched up a microphone stand
and swung it at Lucas' head. Lucas blocked it with his left
forearm and seized Raymond by the throat with his right hand. He
lifted the man with the hand on his throat and choke slammed him
to the floor. He fell to the floor and rolled Raymond on top of
him, wrapping his legs around Raymond's right arm. He trapped
Raymond's left arm under his left arm and dropped three elbows on
Raymond's unprotected face. Lucas could break cinderblocks with
his elbows and bones shattered in Raymond's face as he went limp.
He struck him seven more times with his elbow and the man spasmed
and went still.

A shot came from above and Lucas felt it slam into his shoulder.
He heard Gio fire twice and another body fell from above. Gio was
standing over him.

"We got them, Lucas. God, man; you're hit. Girls," he shouted.
They sat up, dazed by what had just happened and still foggy from
the drugs. "Help me," he shouted. "Lucas has been shot. Bring me
one of those sheets!"

"Oh, God no," Samantha screamed. She jumped up and came to fling
herself on Lucas. Lila sprang up too and tore the sheet off the
bed. She ran to Gio and gave him the sheet. He tore it up
savagely and made a pad. He tore Lucas' shirt open and pressed
the pad onto the ragged wound.

"Hold this here and press on it hard," he told Samantha. "We've
got to stop the bleeding." She was crying hysterically. "Sam," he
slapped her. "Get it together or Lucas is going to die. Here,
I'll hold it and you girls get dressed quick. We've got to get
him to a hospital."

They quickly slipped into their dresses, not bothering with
underwear, and came running back. Samantha put her little hands
over Gio's and pressed hard on the sheet. Lucas groaned, but she
didn't let up.

"Help me, Lila," Gio told her. We've got to drag him out of here.
He picked up Lucas' shoulders. "Damn, the man weighs a ton. This
isn't going to work. Find his phone; I left mine in the car."

Lila searched his pockets and found it quickly. She dialed 911
and handed the phone to Gio. He gave his badge number and told
the dispatcher that a civilian had been shot and to send an
ambulance. He gave her the address and hung up.

"God, what a mess," he said. "This is going to be hard to
explain. Are you girls ok?"

"Yes," Lila said. "They gave us drugs and they were going to rape
us and sell the movie. Is Lucas going to be ok?"

"I don't know, Lila. If that bullet didn't hit a lung he may be
ok. Damn, where is that ambulance."

Lucas slowly rose to consciousness. He opened his eyes and saw
Samantha. She was crying and he tried to reach up and pet her.
His right arm didn't work so he patted her with his left. "Are
you ok, baby? I'm so sorry. I spoiled your birthday. Is Lila
ok?"

"I'm here, Lucas," Lila said. "We're both ok."

Samantha was weeping uncontrollably. "That's so like you, Uncle
Luke. You're shot and you're worrying about my birthday."

His head began to swim again and she saw his eyes roll up. "No,
Uncle Lucas; look at me," she cried. "Don't die, you can't die.
You can't leave me! Please God, don't let him die! Gio, somebody
help us," she screamed.

"He's not dead, baby. He just passed out," Lila told her. "He's
lost a lot of blood. He's not going to die! He can't die now that
we've found him. Do you pray? Samantha; Gio, pray with me."

They bowed their heads and sat in silence. They heard the sound
of sirens and they screamed to a stop outside. Gio ran and opened
the garage door and the paramedics rolled a stretcher in.

They quickly got Lucas on the stretcher and Gio and the girls
walked beside it to the ambulance. They put the stretcher in and
Samantha climbed in too.

"Miss, you can't be back here," one of the paramedics told her,
trying to pull her out.

"No," she screamed at him. "I'm going with him. He's my father!
I'm going! Gio, make him let me go."

"She goes with you or I'm going to shoot you right here," Gio
told him. "I'm a police officer and I say she goes."

"It's against policy," the paramedic protested.

"To hell with policy," Gio shouted at him. "Do you want your car
towed? I say she goes!" He got in the man's face threateningly.

"Ok, ok," she can go."

"My keys are in my purse," she told Lila. "Bring my car to the
hospital. What hospital are we going to?"

"Legacy Good Samaritan," the paramedic told her.

They went to work on Lucas, getting an IV started and hanging
saline. "Do you know what type of blood your father has?"

"He's O positive," she said.

They hung a bag of blood and worked to get him stabilized. The
police arrived and Gio went away to deal with them while Lila got
the Charger.

The paramedics thought he was stable enough to transport and they
sped through the streets with the siren wailing.

Lucas was unconscious and Samantha noticed that he was quivering.
"What's going on?" she asked. "Why is he doing that?"

The paramedic sprang into action  "He's going into arrest. Hand
me those paddles and sit down. Don't touch him." He charged the
device and checked to make sure she was clear. He rubbed the
paddles across Lucas' chest and shocked him. His body bridged up
and fell back. The paramedic checked him.

"His heart is beating again."

"Don't let him die," she begged. "Please, he's all I have. Please
dear God, don't let him die!"

"I think he's going to be ok," the paramedic patted her shoulder.
"He lost a lot of blood. We're increasing his volume with the
saline and I'm giving him blood as fast as I dare. We'll be at
the hospital in a few minutes. I don't see and blood on his lips
so I don't think the bullet hit a lung. It's still in there and
he'll have to have it surgically removed. They won't allow you
into surgery with him. You might as well resign yourself to that.
They can't risk contamination when they do surgery."

"What will I do?" she asked.

"You can wait in the recovery waiting room. As soon as they
finish the surgery they'll come and get you. They'll take you
back to recovery so you can be there when he wakes up. Will your
friends be there?"

She stood up and looked out the back window. Lila was right
behind them. "Yes, they're coming."

She sat down and held Lucas' hand and cried. They pulled up at
the emergency entrance and three nurses came running out. They
pulled the stretcher out and dropped the wheels.

"Take his wallet," one of them told her. "You'll need his
information. Can you sign a consent form?"

"He's my father," she said.

"Ok, where's your mother?"

"She passed away three years ago."

"So you're his next of kin?"

"Yes, he has a sister in New York."

They hurried Lucas inside and she ran beside them to the surgery
doors. One of the nurses stopped her at the doors and stayed with
her until Lila came in.

"I had to park a million miles away," she said. "I'm sorry it
took so long, baby."

"Who is this?" the nurse asked. "Do you want us to tell her his
health information?"

"Yes, this is Lila. She's his girlfriend."

"Someone will be along in a minute to take you away to sign
papers. We need permission to work on him. You can give that to
me verbally and we'll get started. You can sign the papers in a
minute."

"You have my permission," she said. "Go and take care of him."

A young man appeared and took them away to a cubicle. He asked
for Lucas' insurance card and driver's license.

Samantha opened his wallet and found them. She signed a dozen
times and the young man was very kind. He took them to the
recovery waiting room and the girls sat together and held hands.
They prayed several times and they held one another and cried.

After nearly three hours a doctor in scrubs and a mask came in.
He looked at the chart he was holding. "Samantha Ramsey," he
called.

Samantha stood up. "I'm Samantha," she said.

"I'm Dr. Clarke," he said. "Your father is out of surgery. He has
some damage to one lung, but we were able to repair it. That and
the amount of blood he lost is serious."

"Is he going to be ok?" she wept.

"Yes, barring complications, he's going to live. He's badly hurt.
He isn't going home any time soon. I'm putting him in intensive
care for a while so we can monitor him closely. If there are no
complications I'd say he can go home in a week. The hospital
doctors will decide that. In three months, I'm betting he'll be
fully recovered."

"Thank you, Dr. Clarke," Lila said. "Thank you God!"

"Are you Lila Chrome?" he asked.

"Yes, Lucas is my boyfriend," she said.

"I'll put you on the visiting list. He can only have one person
at a time with him. You can't wake him up or disturb him in any
way. If he wakes up and talks to you, that's fine. He needs love
and care right now. Does one of you want to come back to
recovery?"

"You go, Sam," Lila said. "Gio is coming as soon as he can. Stay
a while and then I'll go back and you can stay with Gio."

Samantha went with Dr. Clark. Lucas was lying on a bed and she
cried when she saw him. He looked so pale and hurt.

"Samantha, you can't cry," Dr. Clarke told her. "You have to be
brave and touch him and talk to him. Tell him anything you want
to. Talk to him like he can hear you. Maybe he can. It will help
him to have contact and people around him that love him."

She wiped her eyes and sat on a stool by his bed. She caressed
his forehead and talked to him.

"You're going to be ok, Uncle Lucas. I'm so relieved. I was so
scared you were going to die, but the doctor said you're going to
be fine. You just need to rest for a while and then I'll take you
home. I need to tell you how much I love you, Uncle Luke. I never
dreamed I'd find someone like you to love. I dreamed about you,
sometimes. You've always been like a god to me. I couldn't
believe it when you let me live with you. When we became lovers,
it was the fulfillment of all my best dreams. I'll love you for
the rest of your life. I'll love you for the rest of my life.
There will never be another man for me."

She wondered if he could really hear her. He seemed to be
sleeping easily. His breathing was slow and steady. She leaned
over and kissed his cheek.

"Lila is here and she loves you too," she told him. "She's
waiting with Gio. When I go away she'll come and stay with you.
I'll stay with you for a while. I'm very sleepy. The drugs
Raymond gave us are still messing with me. I'm going to try to
stay awake, but if I fall asleep, I'm still here. I'll always be
here."

She stayed for an hour and some nurses came for him from the ICU.
They wheeled his bed down the hall and Samantha made them stop
while she ran and Got Lila. Gio was there and they walked with
Lucas' bed to the unit.

Lila went in with him and Samantha sat down on a sofa and
snuggled up to Gio.

"I never had a chance to thank you, Gio," she said. "I'm so
grateful you were there. Those men were going to rape us and make
a movie. I don't know if I could have lived with that. I don't
know what they planned to do with us afterward. They might have
murdered us. You saved us. How did you find us?"

"It was all Luke," he told her. "He called me and got me to look
at the traffic camera. He recognized Raymond. He told me to turn
on the GPS in your car. Once we got the location he just did his
thing. Your uncle is a real bad ass, Sam. He destroyed those men
in thirty seconds. Only one of them lived and he's going to be a
cripple. I never want him to be mad at me. I think I'm a pretty
tough guy, but I'm not in his league."

"I know, right?" she said. "I was stoned out of my mind from the
stuff Raymond injected us with, but I saw what he did. It was
like an avenging angel fell on them. I knew he used to be a
professional fighter, but I never dreamed he could do anything
like that. He's so gentle with me, Gio."

"I know. I said something about how hot you are the first time we
saw you. I'm glad I didn't say anything else. He threatened to
break my arm if I made you uncomfortable. I thought it was a
joke. I'm strong, but he's something else. I should make some
phone calls, Sam. Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, Lila and I need stuff. Her bag is in my car. She was
spending the weekend with us. I need personal things from home.
Could you call Sarah or Michelle and tell them what happened.
They could go by the apartment and get my stuff. We're going to
stay here until he can go home."

"I'll take care of it, Sam. Do you mind if me and the boys come
by and spend some time with you girls? We'll bring food when we
come."

"I'd love to have you, Gio. You're my best friend besides Lila. I
still owe you that car ride. It's really hot, Gio. You're going
to love it."

He laughed. "I love you, Sam. You're like a little sister to me.
I'll be waiting for that drive. Let's get Luke out of here first.
When do you think he'll wake up?"

"The doctor didn't say. I want to be here when he does."

"I think he'd like that. I'll be gone for a couple of hours, but
I'll be back."

She hugged him, and kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Gio. I know you
saved his life. I'll always love you for that."

He went out with his heart aching. He made the phone calls and in
half an hour Sarah and James were in the waiting room. Sarah
hugged Samantha and James held her while she sobbed into his
chest.

Michelle had gone to their apartment and she came in with a bag
for Samantha in another hour. Gio had given an orderly Lila's bag
and the girls were set for a few days. Gio, Jonah and the guys
from the gym came at dinner time and brought Chinese carryout.
Samantha ate with them and went to relieve Lila. James went and
picked up Mrs. Chrome and she was waiting when Lila came in.

Samantha settled into a chair beside Lucas' bed and she soon fell
asleep. She thought she heard him moan and she jumped up. "Uncle
Luke, are you awake?" she asked.

His lips moved and she bent down to hear him. "Water," he
croaked. "Thirsty."

She got him a glass of ice water from a pitcher on his tray and
opened a straw. She bent it over and held it to his lips. He
drank it all and she poured him another. He drank half of that
and pushed the straw away with his tongue. He opened his eyes and
looked at her.

"Samantha?" he murmured. "I had a bad dream. I dreamed you were
kidnapped. What's wrong with me? My right arm hurts like hell. It
doesn't work."

"It wasn't a dream, Uncle Luke. We were kidnapped by Raymond and
you rescued us. You've been shot in your right shoulder and
you're in the hospital. I thought you were going to die and leave
me alone," she sobbed.

"I'll never leave you," he said. "Jesus I hurt."

"There's a button on your left arm," she told him. "If you push
it you'll get a shot of morphine. Do you want me to push it for
you?"

He nodded weakly and she pushed the button. In a few minutes the
frown on his face disappeared and he seemed to relax.

"Is that better?" she asked him.

"Yes, but it made me very sleepy. You need to get some sleep to,
baby. You look very tired."

"I am, Uncle Luke. Raymond injected us with drugs. They're mostly
worn off now, but they've made me very tired. Lila is going to
come in and stay with you for a couple of hours while I sleep.
I'll come back and let her sleep then."

"No," he said. "You both sleep. There's a motel across the
street. Go get some rest. There's money in my wallet. The nurses
will take care of me. Sleep as long as you need to. I'm going to
be sleeping most of the time anyway. When I wake up I'm going to
be in pain. I'll push the morphine button and go right back to
sleep. Rest so that when I get well enough to do without the
drugs you can keep me company. I'm going to sleep now."

She tiptoed out and told Lila what he said. "He's probably
right," Lila said. "We're both a mess. Sarah, will you stay here?
You can call us if anything changes."

"Yes, I'll stay. James or Michelle will come and relieve me when
I need to rest. Lucas usually knows what he's talking about. You
girls go rest."

James took them to the motel and checked them in. He drove Mrs.
Chrome home and went home himself.

"I want to talk to you for a minute, Lila," Samantha said. "It
didn't matter as long as Uncle Lucas was in danger, but I'm
pretty messed up about what happened in that warehouse."

"Which part?" Lila asked. "I'm having trouble thinking about
Lucas killing those men. I know they got what they had coming,
but that scared me to death, Sam."

"Yeah, me too. I'm glad he did it, but it was horrible. That
isn't what bothers me the most though."

"What is it, baby?"

"You know after Raymond made us take those drugs? I was out of my
mind. The most horrible thing was that he was making me excited
by what he was doing to me. I nearly had an orgasm, Lila."

"I know; me too. Sam, it wasn't like we had a choice. He gave us
drugs, for God's sake. I don't know what was in that syringe, but
it set me on fire. I hated what was happening to us, but if they
had fucked me, I would have cum. I couldn't help it. It's so
humiliating and disgusting. How could we enjoy that?"

"I don't know. I think it was the drugs. He gave us something
that turns people on and makes them horny. I feel dirty, Lila.
I'm going to take a shower. I'd like to take it with you. That
will help me. I think if we make love I'll feel cleaner. It won't
really go away until Lucas makes love to me, but I won't last
three weeks feeling like this, let alone three months. Can we
make love?"

"Of course we can, baby. I feel the same way. Even though I know
it was the drugs, I'm still ashamed that I wasn't stronger. Being
with someone I love will make it better. I love you, Sam."

"Me too. Let's get naked. I want to feel good about myself the
next time I see Lucas. I don't want him to find out about how
they made us feel, Lila. He saved us from that and it's a burden
he doesn't need on his mind."

They got in the shower and washed each other thoroughly. They
scrubbed for a long time and Samantha felt like the dirt of that
horrible experience was slowly being washed away. She knelt, and
with the water cascading over them, she brought Lila quickly to
orgasm with her little pointy tongue and lips. The older girl
returned the favor, her luscious lips soft on Samantha's little
blonde pussy. They dried off and collapsed in the bed, a euphoric
lump of delectable girl and they slept.

When Samantha woke it was midafternoon. Lila was still asleep so
she got up and drove a nearby diner and got breakfast carryout.
Her phone rang on the way back. It was Lila, wondering where she
was. They ate breakfast, showered again and put on shorts and
t-shirts.

When they got to the hospital, Samantha went in to see Lucas. He
was sleeping comfortably and she sat with him a while. He didn't
wake and she went to give Lila a chance to see him. All day they
took turns sitting with him. They went back to the hotel and made
passionate love before falling asleep again.

The next morning Dr. Clarke met with them and told them he felt
like Lucas was recovering nicely. He was ready to be moved to a
normal room. They asked for a double room with an empty bed. Gio
came in and arranged for that to happen by telling the desk that
Lucas was a material witness and couldn't be in a room with
another patient.

He was able to have as many visitors as could be fit in his room
and by the late afternoon he showed some signs of waking up
alert. Samantha was alone with him at the time and she was the
first thing he saw."

"Hello, baby," he whispered. "I'm very thirsty. I seem to
remember telling you that before."

She got him a cup of ice-water. "You did. It was two nights ago.
You've been sleeping for two days."

He drank gratefully. "I remember what happened now, Samantha. I'm
so sorry, baby. I'm supposed to take care of you. Did those men
rape you?"

"No, but they were going to. They gave us drugs and raped us with
their mouths and hands. They were going to make a rape movie and
sell it. You stopped them. I was counting on you, Uncle Luke, and
you didn't let me down. I didn't know how you could find us but I
was sure you would."

"I'm just sorry it took me so long. Are you ok, Samantha?"

"No, but I will be. It was horrible, Lucas. They made me feel all
dirty and like I'm a thing. I don't feel like that when I'm with
you or Lila. It's going to take me a while to get over that. I've
been fucking Lila and we're both getting better. When you get
better I need so badly to make love with you."

He grinned at her. "I can hardly wait, kitten. How long is that
going to be?"

"The doctor thinks three months until you get back to normal. The
bullet nicked your lung, Lucas. It was dicey for a while. We
don't have to wait that long. I could do all the work. I want to
do it as soon as it wouldn't hurt you. I want to give you a blow
job right now!"

"I don't think I'm up to it, baby," he groaned. "Show me your
boobs."

She laughed and pulled up her shirt. Those glorious
sixteen-year-old titties stood out proudly and the door opened.
Lila came in as Samantha snatched her shirt back down.

Jesus, Sam; are you flashing Lucas? It's not nice to tease a sick
man."

"Hey, he asked me to," Samantha protested. "I'll bet he wants to
see yours too."

"Lucas? What's wrong with you?"

He laughed. "I'm a man. I love to look, even if I can't do
anything about it. Get used to it. I'm going to enjoy looking at
you girls until they put me in the ground. I want to see your
butt though."

She laughed that low, melodious laugh and bent over, turning
around and slipping her shorts down, exposing her round, firm
cheeks to him.

"Wow, you girls are spectacular. We better stop before a nurse
comes in and kicks me out of here. Come and kiss me, girls."

They willingly gave him their lips and they pulled chairs up
close so they could touch him and talk quietly. Gio came in with
carryout from Outback and Lucas ate a few bites of steak and some
shrimp. James arrived with Sarah, Michelle and Mrs. Chrome. They
all stayed, talking and laughing until the nurses made them
leave. Samantha and Lila stayed, curled up together on the empty
bed. Lucas was off the morphine but the nurses gave him Percodan
and he slept through the night peacefully. His breakfast arrived
as 7 the next morning, but Samantha pronounced it disgusting. She
left and soon came back with skillets from the diner. They were
huge mounds of scrambled eggs, ham, onions, peppers and hash
browns, covered with gravy. Lucas ate nearly half of his and the
girls finished theirs. They took his tray away and scraped the
"disgusting" hospital food into the trash in the hallway.

A new doctor took over that worked for the hospital. Dr. Hashita
wanted Lucas to try to go for a walk in the afternoon. He
encouraged him to get out of bed and sit in a chair. It was very
painful and Lucas was ashen and gasping by the time he got
settled in a recliner. The girls wouldn't allow the nurses to
help him. They insisted that they were taking care of Lucas and
would call them if there was something they couldn't take care
of.

They went and got burgers for lunch. Samantha informed the staff
that Lucas wouldn't be eating the hospital food. Since he wasn't
on a restricted diet, they didn't seem to mind. He was charged
for them anyway and Lila wanted to argue about it.

"It's not worth the hassle," he told her. "Let it be."

They got him up and walked him up and down the hall in the
afternoon. He protested mightily and threatened dire consequences
if they didn't leave him alone but they weren't at all
intimidated. To the amusement of the hospital staff, he trudged
up and down the hall five times, leaning on Lila while Samantha
pushed his IV pole.

The RN came to put medicine in his IV and told him he was a very
lucky man. "You've got these beautiful girls taking care of you,
Mr. Ramsey. All patients should be so lucky."

"Lucky," he expostulated, "They're a couple of fiends that
torment me constantly. They won't even let me use the restroom by
myself."

"You shouldn't go by yourself. You're still very weak and you're
taking narcotics. You might fall and we'd need a forklift to get
you up. You'd bust open all your stitches and we'd have a mess."

He laughed. "I know, I just like to complain. I love these girls.
They're my life."

He regained his strength quickly and after eight days, Dr.
Hashita released him. Samantha insisted on pushing his wheelchair
to the front door. She went and got her Charger and they helped
Lucas into the front seat. Lila spent the night and Lucas got
that blow job he had been promised. In fact, he got three; one
from Lila, one from Samantha and once they tag teamed him.

Lila had to leave the next morning. "I've missed a week of work,"
she told him. "I'm not independently wealthy like you. I have
bills to pay. I'll be back in four days. Call me every day, Sam,
and tell me what's going on."

She promised to call and took Lila home. She did a lot of
thinking on the way back home and when she got there she sat down
for a serious talk with Lucas. He was on the sofa in a robe and
she snuggled into his good side.

"Uncle Luke, we need to find Lila a job."

"She has a job, baby."

"I know, but she's gone all the time. I don't like for her to be
away from us all the time. I want to find her a job that doesn't
keep her thousands of miles away from us."

"Have you talked to her about it? I think she likes her job."

"No, I haven't talked to her about it, but I'm going to when she
gets back. Help me think of something."

"Well, we could give her a job, but I don't think she'd like that
and I'm not sure I want her working for me. I'm afraid it would
mess up our relationship."

"No, I don't want that either. Don't you know anyone that would
hire her?"

"Probably, but I don't know what she likes to do."

"She likes to help people. That's what she does on the train.
She's like an airline stewardess except on a train."

"So it needs to be something that deals with people. Public
relations, customer service, something like that. What's her
degree in? I don't think she ever told me."

"I think it's in Mass Media. She told me she wanted to work in TV
when she was in college."

"Samantha, I think I've got something. We have a contract for
customer help lines with a company in India. I've been
dissatisfied with them for a while. Their people are rude to
women. We've had a lot of complaints. That contract expires next
month. What would you think about starting a company to provide
help line services for our cell apps and putting Lila in charge
of it?"

"How many people would we need?" she asked.

"Hundreds. It would take quite an effort to get it off the
ground. It's going to cost millions to get it started. School's
out in two weeks. Would you run point and work with Sarah and
Michelle to get it going?"

"Yes, if it would mean that we could keep Lila here. What would
you think about her living with us, Uncle Luke?"

"I'd love that, but I don't know if she would. This is big stuff,
baby. I don't think Mrs. Chrome would approve."

"What if you married her? Mrs. Chrome would love that. She loves
you, Lucas. You're not just a 'rich white man' to her anymore."

"You want me to ask Lila to marry me?"

"Yes, I'll be very jealous. Not of Lila, but I'd like to marry
you myself. I know that could never happen, but that's what I'd
like."

"Let's think about that for a while, baby. I want to marry you. I
love Lila and if it weren't for you, I'd marry her in a
heartbeat. I love you most of all, baby, and I don't know if it
would be fair to her."

"I'll think of something," she told him. "I love you best of all
too, Lucas. I want to start on the job thing right away though.
I'm dying with missing her."

"I know; me too."

When Lila got back, Samantha took her riding and broached the
subject with her. "Lila, I don't like you being gone all the
time."

"I know, honey, but I have to work."

"Do you have to work at what you're doing now?"

"It pays good and I like it. Good jobs are hard to come by."

"I know, but I know of a job that pays well, it's here in
Portland and I think you'd be perfect at."

"Really? What is it?"

"I'm starting a new company," Samantha told her.

"I didn't know. What kind of a company?"

"We're going to do telephone and online customer support for
Uncle Luke's telephone apps. He's funding the startup. He's
investing 16 million to start it up. I've got revenue sheets and
development plans. I've talked to three of the top ten app
developers and they're interested in signing a contract with us
to provide domestic support for them."

"What would I do and how much would I get paid?" Lila asked.

"I had you in mind for CEO," Samantha said. "I'll pay you a
minimum of 300 thousand annually. If we make what I anticipate,
you'll get revenue sharing, stock options and I'll let you buy in
at a discount."

"Jesus, Sam; why don't you just drop a bomb on me? I'm not
qualified for that."

"Yes, you are. You have a Masters in the right area. You aren't
using it now. I think you'd be perfect. You're tough, independent
and reliable. You're smart, you communicate well and you're
loyal." She smiled. "Besides, you're sexy as hell."

"All this, just to keep me in Portland?"

"Yes, I love you Lila. Uncle Luke loves you too. If you don't
like that idea, do you think you would just like to be our
mistress? We'd spoil you dreadfully."

Lila giggled uncontrollably. "Well, that does sound like quite
the life, but I'll take option A. I can't just sit around all day
waiting to be fucked."

Samantha laughed. "I can see it. You'd just wear lingerie all the
time and lie around like a princess, drinking fruit juice and at
my beck and call."

"I'd like to try that for a week," Lila laughed. "Can we do that?
I'll be the mistress for a week, and then you have to do it for a
week."

"It's a deal," Samantha said. "So, you'll take the job?"

"Yes, Sam. I don't like being away from you any more than you
like me to be away. Mom would be thrilled too. I might even be
able to talk her into moving out of the old neighborhood and into
your building. I could afford that."

"That would be perfect," Samantha said. "Let's run the horses on
the way back."

They galloped back to the stables and Samantha took her to look
at a horse that was for sale.

When school was over, Samantha threw herself into the new
company. There were a million things to do. Michelle took a leave
of absence and worked closely with her to get things up and
running. Lila gave her notice and the three girls bought a
grocery store from a bankrupt company. They remodeled it and
installed huge data lines. They put in cubicles and a state of
the art telephone system. They began interviewing people and
training them on the software. Before their startup date of three
months, They were ready to go. They were supporting five of
Lucas' apps and four more for other software developers. They had
the promise of as many more as they could handle.

Lucas was completely recovered by the launch date and they had a
marathon celebration. The girls fucked him into oblivion and the
bad memories of their abduction were laid to rest. Lucas and
Samantha had many long discussions about him marrying Lila and
she finally persuaded him to ask.

He took Lila to Maui and they spent the weekend on the beach.
They went scuba diving, wind surfed and climbed the volcano. The
first night he took her dancing.

"Do you remember our first date?" he asked her. "We danced and
you stole my heart."

She leaned into him. "I'll never forget," she kissed him.

"I have something to talk to you about," he told her. "Let's go
back to our booth."

He led her off the dance floor and held her tight while he
fumbled in his pocket.

"What's going on, Lucas?"

"Lila, I'm in love with you. Samantha is in love with you too.
This isn't about her though. This is about you and me. I'm happy
when you're with me and desperately unhappy when you aren't. I
don't want to spend the rest of my life without you. I'm doing
something and I think, 'I wish Lila were here. She'd laugh and
I'd feel warm all over.' When I'm with you, everything is right
with the world. When I'm not, it's like there's a hole in my
heart. So I'm going to do it." He kissed her and she melted
against him.

He took out the ring box. She looked down at his hand and gasped.
He opened it and she gasped again at the platinum solitaire
inside.

"Lila Chrome, will you marry me?" he asked her.

"Oh my God, Lucas," she whispered. "Really? You really want to
marry me?"

"More than anything," he told her. "If you'll have me, I'll be
the luckiest man on earth. Will you?"

"Oh, yes Lucas. I will. Does Sam know?"

"Yes, we've been talking about it for a while. She wants you to
marry me."

"Take me upstairs, Lucas. God I'm hot. Put it on me first."

He slipped the ring on her slender brown finger and it sparkled
in the lights.

"It's beautiful, Lucas. Now I want to make love to you."

They got in the elevator and kissed passionately all the way to
their floor. The door opened and two women were waiting to get
on. Lila glanced at them and pulled her lips away from his.

"He asked me to marry him," her eyes sparkled and she held out
her hand so they could see her ring.

They women smiled. "From the size of that rock, you're a lucky
girl," one of them said. "From the looks of you, he's a lucky
man," the other one said. "If it doesn't work out, look me up."

They all laughed and Lucas led her down the hall to their room.
They had a big, heart shaped red Jacuzzi tub in their room that
Lila had eyed earlier. She went in and started the water running
while Lucas ordered a bottle of champagne. She closed the
bathroom door when room service came and Lucas carried the bucket
into the bathroom. She had put bubbles in and started the jets.
Her head was back and the black ringlets of her hair were damp
and hanging over her forehead and around her neck. She looked
disheveled and very sexy.

"I've got the bubbly," he told her.

She smiled up and him and he poured, handing her a glass with a
little foam running down over her arm. He licked it and she
laughed that low husky laugh. "I love everything about you Lucas.
You're just like a little boy. You do anything that pops into
your head and you're never embarrassed."

"By the time you've been a fool as many times as I have, there's
not much that embarrasses you anymore," he laughed. "I can be as
silly as I want with you. I know you love me anyway."

"Yes, I do and it makes you that much more loveable. Get in here
with me."

She scooted over into the far lobe of the heart, making room for
him. He stripped and climbed it, setting the champagne bucket
down on the ledge in back of the tub. He pulled her over to sit
between his legs and she leaned back against his belly, resting
her head just below his chin.

He reached under her arm and rubbed her belly. Pulling her back
into his embrace. He downed his champagne quickly, freeing both
hands and reached around to cup her generous breasts. He pinched
her large mahogany nipples gently and she pushed into his hands
and moaned.

"I love it when you play with my tits, Lucas. I never thought I'd
like it so much. The idea of a guy just feeling me up would have
offended me a year ago. I'm kind of a feminist, you know."

"Tell, me about that," he said, running his hands down to cup her
pussy. Her bare flesh was very exciting. Both his girls shaved
themselves bare now and they had shaved him as well. They found
bare flesh more aesthetic and he realized he did too. He couldn't
see any of Lila through the bubbles but she felt even more
amazing to him than ever. She had her own distinct taste and
smell and he found it intoxicating.

"What do you want to know," she asked.

"What makes someone a feminist?" he asked.

"Well, we believe women should have the same rights that men do,"
she said.

"I believe that too," he said. "Well, I don't believe they should
be allowed to vote or drive."

"You big idiot," she laughed. "I'm serious."

"I know, I was too about the first part. Does anyone not believe
that?"

"I think so. Not so many as used to believe women were inferior,
but some."

"They're stupid," he said. "You should ignore them. What do you
mean by inferior?"

"Well, people have the impression that women aren't as good at
math or science as men."

"Samantha is better at math and science than anyone I know," he
said.

"See, it isn't true."

"Yes, it is true," he told her.

"You just told me Sam is the best you know."

"I know, but she's a woman, not women. Test after test shows that
women as a whole score lower at math and science than men. Some
women are good at those things, but taken overall, men are
better."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"No, that's what I've read though. I haven't done any tests
myself."

"Does that mean men are superior and women are inferior?" she
asked him.

"I don't think so," he said. "Women are better at other things.
It's not a matter of inferior or superior. It's a matter of
different."

"I guess you're right," she said. "I do think women should have
access to everything and every position men do."

"I believe that too. Does that make me a feminist?"

"I think you have to be a woman," she laughed. "I don't like men
treating women like sex objects."

He rubbed her clitoris. "You mean like this?"

She wiggled against his fingers. "No, I mean like staring at
stranger's boobs or filming rape scenes that men masturbate to."

"They're sick sons-of-bitches," he said. "You know how I feel
about that."

"Yes, you kill them," she shivered.

"When you say women should have access, do you think they should
have access to playing pro football or the NBA."

"Yes, if they're good enough."

"They aren't," he said. "The top male athletes can beat the top
female athletes ten times out of ten. I enjoy watching the WNBA,
but any good high school boy's team could beat them. You know
that, Lila."

"So, women aren't as big or strong as men. What does that
prove?"

"It proves that men are bigger and stronger. Again, they're not
better or worse, just different. I don't know anyone as strong as
I am. I do know people smarter than me. You're smarter than me.
I'm not better than you because I'm stronger and you're not
better than me because you're smarter. I would argue for smarter
being better if I had to pick a side."

"Unless one is being raped and needs to be rescued." She snuggled
back into him tighter. "I haven't forgotten, Lucas."

"You were in that situation because you know me," he said. "You
tried to help Samantha and that's what got you in the situation
to begin with."

"If I hadn't I wouldn't have had a chance to do this," she said.

She rolled over in his arms and kissed him, pressing her lush
lips into his, her tongue reaching inside. He tasted champagne
and the sweet apples and cinnamon of her. He poured another glass
of champagne for them to share and slumped in the tub so that she
could lie on top of him. He held her slender body close with his
free arm and they shared the glass until it was gone. She turned
over and flipped the drain with her toes. She pushed up off of
him and stood, Venus rising from the waves. She flipped off the
jets and stepped out, feeling his eyes on her. It made her feel
hot and she dried herself with one leg propped on the side of the
tub, giving his eyes access to the secret places between her
thighs.

He rose up and dried off, picking her up, wrapped in her towel
and carrying her to the bed. He threw her on it, laughing as she
bounced and losing her towel in the process. He grabbed it and
threw it toward the bathroom door.

Her eyes were smoky with desire as he lowered himself beside her.
He laid half on top of her and idly played with one chocolate
nipple. He stirred and bent to take in in his mouth and she
gasped as his lips closed firmly over it. He pulled and stretched
it with his lips and it became rock hard as she tangled her
fingers in his hair and pulled him against her full breast.

"I love your breasts," he told her. "They're big and still so
firm. You're a goddess, Lila."

He moved to the other and she moaned beneath him. He suckled at
her for several minutes before his lips began to move south. He
dipped his tongue into her little navel, feeling the silk of her
skin beneath his lips. She began to writhe as he kissed his way
over her smoothly shaven mons and the beauty between her legs
came into view. Her labia were glistening with moisture and her
clitoris was already distended with excitement. He nuzzled it
with his tongue and her hips jerked as he touched the sensitive
nub. He worked away at her until she exploded, her body quivering
and jerking as he lashed her clitoris with his tongue and slipped
his finger between her dusky lips, exposing the pinkness inside
and releasing a flood of moisture. He lapped it up, reveling in
the sweetness of her pussy.

She was over sensitized and she pulled him up until she could
wrap her fingers around his cock, feeling it's immense size and
the veins pulsing. She stroked it a few times and pulled him to
her wetness. She groaned as he penetrated her.

"God, Lucas; I forget how big it is. It's like I'm a virgin all
over again every time I'm with you."

"That's because you're not with me often enough," he said. "You
shrink back tiny again. We're going to change that."

He began to thrust slowly and lovingly inside her and she
gradually relaxes until she felt his balls against her butt. He
continued to stroke slowly inside her and she had a beautiful
orgasm, so in love with him that the sweetness made her cry. He
continued to stroke her but his motions were now more urgent and
he held himself at the deepest point of penetration. He could
feel his cock bumping against her cervix and each thrust had a
twinge of pain for her. It was driving her wild, her excitement
driving the pain away and she began to urge him to go faster.

"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God, Lucas. You're so good. I love
you so much, fuck me now. Bang me, Lucas. I need you to fuck
me."

He began to pound into her pussy and she met every thrust with
one of her own. Her orgasms were now constantly wracking her body
and she came over and over on his huge member inside her. She
thought she was going to pass out with the intensity of her
orgasms and she began to plead with him.

"Oh my God, Lucas, cum in me. Please, you're killing me. Please
cum, cum in me. Oh my God, Lucas!" her voice grew to a scream.

She was writhing and bucking beneath him when she felt the
pounding rhythm break and he stiffened. She felt the ropey spurts
of his cum deep in her pussy and another paroxysm of pleasure
gripped her as she felt the warmth of his seed inside her. He
coasted to a stop as she jerked and spasmed beneath him. He
rested his body on her, keeping his full weight off her with his
elbows. He kissed her fiercely, crushing her puffy lips with his
until she couldn't breathe. Her pussy continued to convulse
around him and she felt him flex within her, the last drops of
cum dragged from him by her milking wetness.

She pushed at him with her hands and he rolled off and onto his
back, his chest heaving. She rolled half on top of him, resting
her cheek on his chest and drifted in a daze of sexual euphoria.
They rested for several minutes and she recovered enough to kiss
his lips before sliding down to take his cock in her mouth,
tasting their combined juices. She sucked her way up and down
three times and ran off to the bathroom. When she returned she
used a warm washcloth to wash him off and then climbed on top of
him and stretched herself out. She kissed the angry red scar on
his shoulder and marveled at the contrast between her dark skin
and his paleness. It was very erotic and she loved it.

"That was amazing, Lucas," she told him. "Is being married going
to be that good?"

"It is for me," he grinned down at her. "I can't get enough of
you, Lila. You're an amazing woman. You remind me of Lilly.
That's a very good thing. You're one of a kind though. You're so
sexy and smart and stunning. I love to just look at you. I can't
believe you're mine."

"I love being with you like this, Lucas. I mean just me and you.
As much as I love Sam, I'm going to need time alone with you."

"I know, gorgeous. I'll make that time. Samantha won't mind. I
should warn you, She needs time alone with me too. You know that,
right?"

"Yes, I've always known. I want you for myself, Lucas, but I'm
not that selfish. I do love her, you know. I'm going to want time
alone with her too. I knew when we got involved that this was the
way it was going to be. I wouldn't have it any other way. Just
remember I own a piece of you. I own a piece of her too."

"Do you think you want to have children?" he asked her.

"I don't think so, honey," she said. "I love kids, but I like to
be able to give them back when I've had enough."

"Well, Samantha does," he told her. "She wants to have my kids."

"I know, she told me. It's perfect, don't you see. She wants
babies, I like babies, but I don't want my own. I'll love hers
and be a good mother, but I don't like that ultimate
responsibility. That will be hers and yours. I'll be there for
them, but I won't be afraid I'm messing them up. That scares me
to death."

"It's up to you, Lila. I think you underestimate yourself. I
think you'll be a perfect mother, whether it's to mine and
Samantha's kids or your own. You know yourself best though."

He slid his hands down her slender body and cupped her amazing
butt in his hands, squeezing her firmness. She began to rub her
pussy against him and he slowly grew erect against her.

"I want to be on top this time," she said.

When they returned home, Samantha met them at the door and
squealed with delight when she saw that Lila was wearing her
ring.

"O my God, you said yes!" she cooed. "I'm so happy, Lila. Now
we'll be together forever. I can't wait. You have to tell me what
happened."

She dragged Lila off to her bedroom and Lucas sat on the sofa.
His heart full at the sounds of the giggles of his girls from the
other room.

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