Laurie's parents are dead, killed by Indians.  Now she must go a thousand
miles to find her only known relative and live with him.  Along the way she
meets a boy, also adrift in the world.  She learns a little about him, a
little about her uncle, and a LOT about herself.

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   Uncle's Lighthouse

   By Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

   Chapter 1

   Laurie Matheison felt conflicting emotions as the train rocked along
down the tracks.  She was scared half to death at the prospect of what
would soon happen to her, but her heart soared with happiness at what she
was experiencing.

   Winter had finally given up its grip on the land, and now things were
growing everywhere.  Laurie had seen many things on this trip that amazed
and amused her.  She was fifteen.  She'd never been more than ten miles
from home until she boarded this train.  She was on the verge of becoming a
woman, her body having preceded her mind a bit.  And she was suddenly... 
an orphan.

   There had been a letter in what was left of her parent's things, from an
Uncle she'd never met, or at least couldn't remember.  She was mentioned in
the letter, asking how the beautiful little girl was.  The rest of the
letter was about how much he missed his sister.  There were spots on the
letter that looked suspiciously like dried tears had caused them, and the
letteer had been unfolded and folded many times, as though it was brought
out to read frequently.

   The town fathers - the town mothers in all reality - had decided she
should be sent to the return address on that letter.  That decision hadn't
been made out of charity, though.  For Laurie was beautiful, with full
breasts, a narrow waist, and swelling hips that promised easy delivery of
many children.

   In the little western town of Silver Center, she was arguably the most
beautiful woman in town.  The only other prospect for a homeless waif was
Miss Kitty's, where several young women lived and worked, seeing to the
needs of the rough miners and cowboys...  and husbands in the town. 
Officially, these girls served drinks to the men.  But there were rooms
upstairs, and they were visited with enough frequency that Miss Kitty was
richer than most of the mine owners in the area.

   The city mothers knew that if Laurie ended up there, they'd never get
any attention from their husbands until she was worn out and old...  like
them.

   So she was on her way to live with a man she'd never met, her only known
family, traveling by herself in a world that often preyed on beautiful
young women.  By western standards she was of marriageable age and ripe for
the plucking.  Some of those town mothers assumed she'd never make it a
hundred miles before being snatched up and put to work on her back.  As
long as it wasn't where their men could find her...  fine.

   Being on the train all by itself was an education.  As the locomotive
chuffed it's way east she'd seen the few remaining buffalo herds, more
towns than she thought there were in the whole world, more people that she
could imagine, and miles and miles and miles of prairie.  And she still had
a thousand miles to go.

   Those thousand miles is another story, several, in fact, but those are
stories for another time.  For our purposes today, it is only necessary
that you know she arrived on the rocky coasts of New England, in County
Rochester, with her virginity intact, hunger gnawing at her spine, and
penniless.

   Now all she had to do was find Mr.  Martin Trumble, her dead mother's
brother, at "Middleton Tower", whatever that was.  She put one slim hand on
her empty stomach, over the fabric of the last dress she owned.  Her
luggage had been stolen in Ohio.

   She went to the Porter's office and asked for her Uncle by name, to no
avail.  At the mention of Middleton Tower the gruff man pointed south. 
"Down the coast.  Twenty miles mebbe." His speech sounded odd, almost
foreign.  He turned back to his work.

   Laurie felt faint as she went back out on the porch of the depot.  If
she didn't get something to eat soon she'd crumple.  But her money was gone
too, the little they'd given her.  She walked through town until she heard
the noise and smelled the odor of a saloon.  Knowing she couldn't go in the
front, she went to the back door and waited until a fat woman in an apron
came to the door to throw out a pot of dirty...  something.

   "Please Miss...  I can wash dishes.  I've had nothing to eat for two
days."

   It was dark by the time they let her go, but her stomach was full. 
Having no place to stay, she walked in the dark.  She knew South from
looking at the stars.  She needed sleep, but it was still spring, and cold
at night.  If she stopped too long she knew she could get sick.  She
couldn't afford to get sick.

   She'd find a place to hide and sleep when the sun was up.  After what
seemed hours, she topped a hill and saw an amazing thing.  Far off in the
distance, clear to the horizon, there was a...  dot...  of light.  And from
that pinprick there shot out a thick ray that moved.

   She had seen shooting stars, but this was static, sitting there on the
horizon as the beam moved around that bright dot.

   At first she thought it just moved back and forth.  Like a huge eye that
was looking for something.  It looked to her left and then her right and
then the dot disappeared.  But she could see the ray, pointing away from
her, reflected off of low clouds.  And then the dot reappeared and it swept
across her field of vision again.  She imagined what it would be like to be
closer to that light.  If she could see it so far away it must be bright as
the sun, though, of course smaller.  Its light would wash across her,
making all color disappear.  Her eyes would have to be closed tightly or
she'd be blinded.  She closed them now, wishing she could feel the wash of
that light.  Maybe it would carry her away to some magical kingdom
somewhere.

   A bird made a sound in the night and she opened her eyes.  She shivered
and looked at that distant pin prick of light again.

   She realized that the light was revolving in a circle.  In the dim
recesses of a tired mind she remembered a story her mother had told her,
about Pirates who lured their victims onto the rocks of the sea shore by
shining a big light out to sea.  She shuddered.  Pirates.  That was all she
needed.

   She trudged onward.

   She smelled the smoke first, and went on guard.  Using skills she didn't
know she had, she tracked the smell to its source and stood within twelve
feet of the campfire without the man lying beside it ever knowing she was
there.  She would have moved off without him ever knowing it too, had not
her stiff dress caught on a branch that bent and snapped before she could
unsnag it.  The man was up instantly, a flash of silver in his hand.

   "Who's there?" he yelled.

   Laurie held her breath, hoping he'd lie back down and she could steal
away.

   "I've got a pistol!  Come into the light where I can see you!"

   Laurie sighed.  It wasn't a man at all.  It was just a boy.  He was
about her age.  In the old west, "Man" meant a male three to four years
your senior, if you were female.  Males your own age were 'boys'.  She
stepped out of the woods and into the circle of light thrown by the
campfire.  "It's just me" she said.  He was staring at her and she realized
his hand was shaking.  He looked scared!

   "Who's with you?" he said, looking around the dark circle outside the
light.  "I have a pistol!" he shouted again.

   "Nobody.  Calm down" she said.  "I'm alone.  I won't hurt you.  I CAN'T
hurt you."

   It took her a while to convince him there wasn't someone else out there.
Women just didn't travel alone in those days.  Finally he invited her to
the fire, and she began to warm herself.  It was wonderful.

   At first there was only uncomfortable silence.  Then he asked her where
her horse was.

   "I don't have a horse." she said.

   "Don't you have saddle bags?  Or a valise?  Or even a sack?" He was
clearly curious as to why she had turned up in the middle of nowhere,
carrying nothing.

   "I was on a train.  I got off at a little town to get a breath of fresh
air and stretch and when I got back on the train my suitcase was gone.  I
tried to get the porter to hold the train so I could call for the Sheriff,
but he wouldn't hear of it.

   Then he sheepishly had to admit that he had none of those things either.
He knew how to ride, but had no horse or gear.  He lived, it seemed, from
hand to mouth, making his way in the world drifting from one place to
another.

   That gave them something to talk about.  So they talked and she
eventually told him some more of what had happened and that she was being
sent to her Uncle.  "Who's your Uncle?" he asked casually.  "I've never met
him.  His name is Martin Trumble." she said.

   The boy stared "I know that man." he said.  His voice sounded scared
again.  "He's the lighthouse keeper down at Middleton Bay."

   Laurie felt the first excitement she'd experienced in days.  "Can you
take me there?  How far is it?  What's he like?" She had a hundred
questions.

   "Hold on there" he said.  "I can take you there, that's no problem.  But
I don't think you want to go.  From what I hear he's a bad man.  He killed
two men with just his hands.  I heard the story from a man who saw it. 
These two men were drunk and shooting their pistols in the air.  He told
them to stop and they threatened him.  He killed on just by hitting him
with his fist.  The other man shot him in the leg.  He broke that man's
back.  He's big.  I seen him once.  He looks mean to me.  He's over six
feet and probably weighs 240 pounds.  He's got a big bushy black beard. 
When I seen him he was lifting barrels of oil for that big lantern onto his
wagon like they didn't weigh nothin'.  I don't think you want to be with
him."

   Laurie stared.  She knew about violence, had seen plenty out west, but
this boy's emotion at describing the events shocked her.  Her heart sank at
the thought of having to live with a brute like he was describing.  "I have
no place else to go." she moaned.  "And I won't go to the brothels" she
said firmly.

   She knew about sex.  Back on the plains there had been no privacy and no
shame.  When her parents wanted to make love they just did so, and if
little Laurie was watching...  well someday she'd need to know how to do
these things.  So Laurie had seen her father's hard penis many times and
she had seen what he did with it.  Her mother had obviously loved what he
was doing, but Laurie didn't want strange men doing those things to her. 
She'd had dreams about meeting a young man who would do those things to her
some day.  That dream was far away now.  Right now, she needed a place to
stay, and something to eat until she could improve her situation.

   "I must at least see him.  Tell him his sister is dead.  Will you take
me there?" Her voice quavered.  She didn't know what she'd do if he turned
her down.

   But he nodded and she relaxed.  They talked a little while more and then
curled up by the fire to sleep.

   The next day she got to see the "pistol" he had.  It was a two barrel
derringer hideaway gun.  He'd found it on a dead gambler in an alley and
stolen it from the corpse.  When Laurie gasped in horror at the idea of
robbing a dead body, the boy simply said, "He sure didn't have any more use
for it".

   She studied him as they walked.  He was handsome, or would be if he was
cleaned up.  She blushed as she realized what she was thinking.  She was a
mess herself, her hair loose and flying, her dress filthy, her hands and
arms smudged with dirt.

   But this boy treated her respectfully.  His speech was coarse, but she
was used to that.  Her parents had taught her to read and write, so she
knew more of America than many of it's other citizens.  Most young people
her age worked, or were married.  She couldn't tell with him, but he seemed
to have wandered for some time.

   "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" she asked.  Then she blushed.
It was forward to ask such things.

   They walked silently for a while longer before he answered.  "Francis,"
he said softly.  "but I hate that name.  I go by Kit...  you know, like Kit
Carson?.

   Laurie had no idea who Kit Carson was, but she didn't want him to know
that.  "Well, Kit it is then" she said brightly.  "And what do you do for a
living Kit?" she asked.

   He shot her a guarded look and she smiled.  "Well, since I was forward
enough to pry I thought I might as well keep on at it." she said. 
"Besides, it's a way to pass the time.  You tell me your story and I'll
tell you mine."

   He walked on beside her.  "My pappy was shot to death in the war when I
was a baby.  My Momma washed clothes for a long time to get by, but then
she met a man who said he'd take her in, but he didn't want a snot-nosed
boy hanging around.  That was three years ago.  I been on my own since
then. I do work for folks.  I wanted to go out west, but I don't have any
skill to barter with to get on a wagon train.  That's pretty much it.  I
guess I get by OK."

   Then she told him about what had happened to her.  He listened with wide
eyes as she described all the things she had seen and been through.  "No
lady should have to go through all that" he said.  "Especially a lady as
pretty as you." She looked at him quickly, suddenly afraid he might act
like other men had, undressing her with their eyes and making... 
suggestions.

   But he was looking straight ahead.

   It took them two days to walk to the lighthouse.  The second night the
light from the lighthouse swept across their camp site regularly.  The
second morning they woke up, having rolled together.  Both were embarrassed
by the closeness, but both were able to shrug it off as they continued
their trek.

   He took her straight through the small town.  "Folks around here aren't
too friendly to strangers." was his only comment as they avoided people in
the town.  Then he cut away from the main road and took her between
buildings, along smaller tracks, until they came to a narrow road flanked
by large rough rock and boulders.  She could smell the sea more strongly
now and it made her nose twitch.  She could hear it too, or what she
assumed was a lot of water, splashing.  The sound came from everywhere
except behind her.

   The lighthouse was up ahead.  She craned her neck.  She'd never seen
anything that tall.  The road wound around and around, going between huge
chunks of gray rock.  Obviously, the only effort made during the road's
construction, was to find a way between two rocks, and then find a way
between the next two rocks.

   Finally they arrived at the base of the tower.  Laurie stared at it,
fascinated by the structure.  The base looked like it was rising out of the
rock, like it had been forced up by some unimaginable convulsion in the
earth.  As she got closer she could see that natural stone had been piled,
cemented together by mortar to form a flat platform.  On top of that was a
squat, square building that looked like a fortress she had read about in a
book back home.  It consisted of heavy wooden beams, stood on end about ten
feet apart.  Between them were more natural rock and mortar with small
narrow windows cut into them.  These windows were filled with thick leaded
glass, the kind that distorted everything one looked at through it.

   The front door was twelve feet off the ground, and was a massive thing,
four feet wide and eight feet tall, made of dark wood strapped by iron held
on by dark thumb-thick rivets.  Huge stone stairs led to the door.  These
stairs were two feet deep and also made out of native stone.  The roof of
the house had two peaks, with what looked like a bridge between them and
she could see doors cut into the roof at the ends of this bridge.  There
was a railed walkway all the way around the outside of the roof.  Finally,
out of the center of this medieval looking place, there rose the tower.  It
was made of smooth brick that had been painted pure white, and there was a
ten foot wide band of bright red paint every ten feet or so.  The top
glistened in the morning sun.

   There was a sign on the front door that said "Go Away".

   They stood there, not knowing what to do.  Finally she approached the
big door and tried to bang on it with her hand.  There was a dull thump and
she pulled her hand back, rubbing it.  Kit walked all the way around the
building, but found only one other entrance, a small door that was set into
the thick walls that gave access to a big barn behind the squat light house
base.  That door too was thick and iron bound, with no way to alert someone
inside to one's presence there.

   Finally, together with Laurie again, he took a rock and beat on the
front door with it.  There was a dull booming from his efforts.  They
waited.

   Finally they heard a thump and the door swung open.  Behind it was a
giant of a man, who looked like Kit had described him, except that he was,
perhaps, even more fearsome looking.  He stood, staring at them, saying
nothing, then leaned around the door and stared at the sign, then back at
them.  The unspoken message was clear.

   Laurie, however, was tired of travelling, and scared and just didn't
care.  "I'm looking for Mr.  Martin Trumble".

   "Why" came a growl from the big bushy black beard.

   Laurie screwed up her courage.  "Because, sir, he is my Uncle, whom I
have been sent to live with, upon the death of both of my parents.  If you
are my Uncle, please say so.  If you are not, please lead me to him." Her
voice was firm and strong.  Her knees threatened to crumble to dust at any
second.

   The giant's eyes raked up and down her form.  She saw appreciation in
his eyes, but not the raw lust that many men revealed when they looked at
her.  "I have a niece.  I have not seen her in a decade.  What is your
name, child?" he said.

   She bristled.  She had come a long way, under extremely trying
conditions, and her welcome was not what she had hoped, and needed, to say
it plainly.

   "First, I am no child!  Second, this is no fit welcome for any tired
traveler.  Third it is simple politeness to introduce one's self." She
stared at him defiantly.'

   "As, I might point out, you have failed to do yourself" said the huge
man.  "Surely my niece would know her own name." He didn't give her time to
respond.  "Nor have you identified your companion, who I recognize as a
lay-about who is reputed to be a thief as well as a ne'r-do-well." Laurie
blushed pink.  "Oh I'm so sorry, I'm Laurie Matheison, daughter of Charles
and..."

   He cut her off.  "Ruby, my sister, who, at my last contact, was alive
and doing well."

   Laurie straightened her back.  "Indians" she said.  My parents hid me in
the root cellar under some sacks of turnips; else I would have been killed
or carried away.  There were too many of them to defend against.  After...
a long time...  I came out.  I saw their bodies, and rode to town for help.
The men would have sent me to the town brothel.  The women forbade that and
sent me here so I would not have to suffer that fate.

   He looked at her up and down again.  "I suspect it was for other reasons
than charity that the women forbade your entry into that place.  His glance
flickered to Kit.  It was plain he was waiting for more information.

   "This is Kit.  He found me in the wilderness, and saved me from starving
and freezing to death after I got off the train.  My money was gone and my
luggage stolen.  He also led me here."

   "And the price for his help?"

   "Why nothing" she blinked.

   "He has taken nothing from you?  Demanded nothing of you?" he said as he
looked pointedly at her breasts.

   Laurie's face got red, but not from shame or embarrassment.  "He was a
perfect gentleman since I met him two days ago.  I had to spend two nights
at his fire.  He never asked for as much as a glimpse of my ankle."

   The giant laughed loudly, and both teens jumped back.  "Well!  Niece
Laurie, I mourn the passing of my sister, whom I loved dearly and as often
as possible, but I believe I like you.  You were a gorgeous child when last
I saw you."

   His eyes raked over her form again, and this time it was a frankly
sexual examination.  "And you are a gorgeous Ch...  er woman now.  It is my
most fervent hope that I come to love you as I did my sister when we were
young." He turned to Kit, who took another step back.  "And you.  Do you
seek work?  Or are you truly a scoundrel as the town folk say?" Kit was
confused.  Everything he'd heard about this man was that he was mean,
spiteful, dangerous and unkind.  But all he'd been so far was careful, if a
little stand-offish.  And he DID need a job of some kind sooner or later.
"What kind of work are you offerin' mister?"

   The man looked HIM up and down now.  "Well, I suppose that is something
we could talk about over lunch, unless the two of you are stuffed and would
rather begin work immediately." He opened the door and stood back.

   Laurie looked at Kit.  He shrugged his shoulders.  They looked at each
other an instant longer...  and went in.

   Chapter 2

   They were immediately amazed, and stayed that way until their heads hit
pillows her Uncle provided.

   The interior of the 'fort' as Kit dubbed it, was one huge room, with a
kitchen in one corner, the works that turned the light in the middle, a
workshop along one whole end, and a bed in the other corner.  One bed.

   There was one chair in the workshop, and one chair by a table in the
kitchen.

   A stone staircase went up one wall and to a trap door in the ceiling,
where one of those gabled roof peaks would be.  It looked like there was a
room up there.  When Laurie looked at the other end, where the other peaked
roof was, she saw a ladder going to a smaller trap door in the ceiling.

   Behind a curtain there was a privy that was piped to dump into the sea.
Other pipes brought both cold and heated water into the fort.  The heated
water was a by product of the boiler that powered the gears that turned the
huge mast, which rose up through the tower, and upon which was mounted the
Middleton Light.

   A system of pipes fed oil to the stove, so no firewood was needed.  A
pump opererated by a long wooden pole pumped oil up into the top of the
tower, where it was used to fuel the fire that made the light.  Uncle
Martin worked at night, when the light was needed to warn ships away from
the Middleton reefs.  That he had been awake in the morning when they
arrived was the result of a broken gear that he was repairing.  When he had
finished that he told them not to touch anything and then went to bed. 
There were big mechanical shutters that covered the windows, and when he
pulled a lever, it became almost as dark as night in the fort.

   Laurie and Kit went outside to explore.  They found that there was,
hidden in the metal binding of both the front and rear doors, a place one
could put one's fingers to pull.  While the doors COULD be barred from the
inside, neither was ever locked, based on the fact that the big planks used
for that purpose were bowed and dusty in their storage corners.

   There were animals in the barn, and a big ore wagon.  There was a draft
horse, with a good disposition.  There was a milk cow, and chickens, and
two cats, though neither of them would permit the youngsters to touch them.

   The barn was cut into the hillside, so that the door to the loft at one
end was at ground level.  They could tell by the tracks, that the wagon was
backed up to this door frequently.  When they opened the door they saw rows
of big wooden barrels, such as Kit had described seeing her Uncle lift
single handedly.  Laurie bumped one with her hip and bounced off.  She
rubbed her hip and thought about how strong a man would have to be to lift
one of these barrels.

   Inside the loft at the other end of the barn there was a large tank,
with pipes coming out of it that went through the wall of the barn.  They
went outside and saw that the pipes went into the wall of the tower.  Kit
knew there was oil in the barrels and he figured out that they were dumped
into the big tank, and that the pipes carried it into the tower to the
boiler, and pumps inside.

   The rest of the property turned out to be an island, or perhaps a
penensula, depending on how you looked at it.  The only connection to the
mainland was the road they had come along, and the boulders that lined it.

   They went down to the shore.  There was no beach, and the waves crashed
into the rocks along the shore, sending up huge plumes of white mist and
sprays of water.  They had fun making a game of trying to scamper away from
them to avoid getting soaked.  In the end they had to lie out on top of
some boulders to let the sun dry them off.

   "I surely do wish I had another dress" complained Laurie.

   "I only have this one outfit too" commented Kit.

   They dozed and then hunger drove them back to the fort.  Her Uncle was
up, and a pot of chowder was on the boil.  He served them both big mugs of
the steaming stuff, which was rich with seafood bits.  He also had fresh
baked bread.  He watched as both teens ate with gusto.

   "Now" he said.  "For my niece, there is housework, and eventually the
task of learning the lighthouse keeper's trade.  In time you may leave this
place...  to marry...  or seek other fortune.  Until then, you are a
lighthouse keeper's apprentice."

   He looked at her, waiting for her response.  Her dark eyes stared back
at his and she said nothing.

   He turned to Kit.  "There are animals to be cared for, and supplies of
oil to pick up at the docks.  The machinery of this place requires frequent
repair.  I make the parts here in the shop.  Are you willing to learn the
trade of blacksmithing to earn your keep?"

   Laurie looked at Kit curiously.  She had no idea what his hopes and
dreams were, but he acted like he enjoyed being an outcast.  She expected
him to laugh and take his leave.  Instead, he merely nodded.  "I can do
those things."

   "Good!" boomed Uncle Martin.  "You will sleep in the barn, at least for
the summer." he pointed at Kit.  He began cleaning things off the table. 
Laurie said "What about me?  Where am I to sleep?"

   Martin turned and said "It will take time to build another bed.  Until
then we will have to share the bed.  He went to the sink and began washing
out the dishes.  "AH!  See what I do!  I am used to doing everything
myself. This is my niece's job now."

   "Uncle Martin?" said Laurie.  She had been looking at the bed.  It was
large, and there would be plenty of room in it for them to sleep without
touching.  She wasn't quite sure she wanted to do that, but she also didn't
want to refuse his hospitality.

   He turned to look at her.  She stood up.  "My dress...  I have worn it
constantly since my things were stolen.  I haven't had it off for...  two
weeks.  I need something else to wear.

   He slapped his head.  "Of course, I am a fool.  We will go to town. 
There is a dry goods store there and they'll have things...  women's
things. He rooted around in a corner.  "Until then, perhaps this will do?"
he held up an old shirt of his.  Two Laurie's could fit in it.  He turned
to Kit.  "And you?  You have nothing?  No saddle or gear?" When Kit shook
his head Martin threw him several shirts too.  "I cannot pay you much, but
I can buy you some clothes when we go to town.  There is an account there,
for the lighthouse, and for needs such as these."

   Kit said as how he thought that was fair.  He yawned and said he was
going out to the barn to go to sleep.  Martin moved more things and came up
with an oil lantern.  Kit saw something on a bench and picked it up.  It
was a book, titled "Tom Sawyer"

   "Can I borrow this?" he asked.

   Martin said "You read?"

   Kit nodded.

   "Take it" Martin said.  "It is newly written by a man I've heard talk
about.  Most of that talk is unkind.  But this story tells me he is wise.
When you're done I have more...  many more".

   Kit left, the book already open in his hands.

   Laurie was holding up one of the shirts he had given her.  It was worn,
and had holes in it in places.  That was no problem.  She knew how to sew.

   Martin saw her examining the shirt.  "You'll have to wash them.  I have
soap."

   She looked up.  "Is there somewhere I could...  bathe?  I feel so... 
filthy."

   His face screwed up.  "I'm sorry child" he grumbled.  "I have lived
alone too much in this empty place.  I have no manners." He went to the
workshop to a large table.  He lifted the top, and it came up in his hands.
Under it was a big copper tub.  "When I installed it, the easiest place to
put it was here."

   He turned taps and steaming water began to pour into the tub.  Laurie's
mouth watered at the thought of taking a hot bath.

   Her uncle sounded contrite.  "You'll have to wash the shirts in the tub
too.  You don't have to use your bath water, though.  There's plenty of
water."

   He looked around the big room.  "If I can get the lumber I can build
some walls, I suppose, and a bed for you.  Privacy has never been needed
here." He turned off the hot water.  "You know, your mother and I shared
both bed and bath until she went off to get married.  It was our family
way. Let me get some towels and I'll help you with your bath."

   Laurie's mouth dropped open.  "But..." then she stopped.

   "But what, child?" he said.

   She stamped her foot.  "How many times must I tell you I am NOT a
child?"

   He looked at her and smiled.  "No, you are no child.  Don't be angry. 
It is just a habit...  a way of speaking.  Now, do you want this bath or
not?"

   She itched to be in the water.  "Just turn away while I get in." He did
and she tore off the filthy and stiff dress she had worn for weeks.  The
water was too hot, but she didn't care.  She gave a great sigh of relief as
she sunk down to her neck and leaned back.  It was wonderful.  She closed
her eyes and lay her head back, luxuriating in the feel of warmth that went
bone deep.

   When she opened them, her Uncle was standing over the tub.  She started
to be shy, but he had soap in his hand and she felt a rush of almost sexual
pleasure at the prospect of being able to scrub her self really clean.

   His bass rumble came.  "Here, let me wash your hair for you." Laurie
leaned forward and suddenly realized the water was crystal clear, and that
he could see her naked body clearly.  Her hands came up and covered her
breasts instinctively.  He ignored her and scooped water in his great hands
to drop on her head, soaking her and making her sputter.  She had to use
her hands to get the water out of her eyes.  Then she smelled the soap.

   It wasn't the harsh lye soap her mother had made in the big kettle over
a fire.  This was soap from France, or some other exotic place, that
smelled like flowers.  His strong hands began rubbing that wonderful soap
into her hair.  His fingers massaging her scalp felt wonderful and the hot
water soothed every ache in her body.

   "Now dunk your head" he said.

   She had two choices.  She could roll to her hands and knees and drop her
head into the water, but then her bare buttocks would be exposed.  But the
tub was big enough for him, which meant she could just scoot forward a
little and then lay back, and her head would go under the water.  That
would make her hair fall to her back when she raised her head up again. 
But it would also lay her naked body out completely for him to see through
the water.

   "If I lay back you'll see me." she said, unable to meet his eyes.

   "I can see you already" he said.

   "You shouldn't look at me Uncle Martin" she felt blood rushing to her
face, even though she knew it was already red from the heated water.  "Now
why in the world would you say that?" he said.

   She was so surprised that she looked right in his face.

   He went on "You're a beautiful woman and your nakedness is something any
man anywhere would love to see.  I count myself very, very lucky to be able
to see your charms."

   "But you're my Uncle!" she squeaked.

   "Yes, this is true.  But I am also a man.  Now...  dunk your head." And
so, she ignored her shyness and lay back in the water.  Her hair floated
out around her face and she felt his hands on her scalp, getting her hair
clean.

   But what she was thinking about was that her nipples were cold...  where
they had broken out of the water and were now right in front of her Uncle's
eyes.  For some reason that caused a sweet pain...  between her legs...

   He pulled her up with a hand under her neck and her nipples went back in
the warm water.

   You tease me" he said.  She couldn't tell if he was angry or not.

   "No!" she said.  "I floated, but it wasn't on purpose."

   He smiled through his beard.  "I want to dry you."

   She was scandalized.  "You can't do that!" she yipped.

   "Of course I can.  I have a towel right here" He held it up.

   "But I'm NAKED!" she moaned.

   "Which is why I want to dry you?  I want to see you." He was very
direct.

   "But...  but...  but..." she watched, unable to do anything as his hand
went down into the tub and he pulled the drain.  "Oh no...  please...  I'll
just DIE of embarrassment!" Her foot shot out and she tried to cover the
drain with her foot.  She couldn't make a good enough seal, though, and the
water level dropped lower and lower.  "PLEASE...  don't make me do this
Uncle Martin" she cried.

   He immediately stood up and held out the towel to her.  "I would
NEVER... MAKE you do anything against your will, little Laurie." He turned
and went across the room.  Before she could stand up, or do anything else,
the big door opened and then slammed shut as he went outside.

   It was getting dark when she put on the oversized shirt he had given
her. It left her legs bare, and she felt odd without any under things on,
but it was also amazingly liberating not to have to do up thirty buttons,
or tie tens of knots.  She felt...  naughty, especially after his so
obvious enjoyment of her nakedness.

   When he came back in he ate, and they talked about a few things, but his
familiarity was gone and he was distant again.  He left the table to climb
the spiral staircase to the tower and begin his night's work.  Laurie lay
in the big bed alone.  It hadn't occurred to her that 'sharing' the bed
could mean that she'd use it when he was working, and he'd use it while she
was up and about.  She was used to the noise of the boiler and mechanical
things.  They were a constant rumble that she could screen out of her
consciousness.  The linens smelled like...  man.  It was an enticing odor
for some reason, and she found herself breathing it in deeply, shoving her
face in his pillow.

   She wasn't sleepy.  As her eyes roamed about the room, they lit upon the
stone staircase against the wall.  She got up, padded to it and peered up
at the trap door in the ceiling.

   She climbed.

   The trap door lifted easily and silently on oiled hinges.  There WAS a
room up there, a room that had steep walls that met above her.  She
realized they weren't walls at all, but were the roof.  She stared around
curiously.

   One end of the room consisted completely of good quality glass windows.
They looked out to sea.  Laurie stared at the crashing surf, lit by the
full moon in the sky.  She was astounded by the violence of the waves as
they thundered onto the rocks, great silver shining sprays bursting up into
the air and white frothy surf flowing between the rocks.  The beam of light
swept by, above the waves, piercing the night far out from the shore. 
There was a table by the window that had what looked like some kind of map
on it, and a brass spyglass.  She looked where she knew a door pierced the
roof and went to the bridge that connected the two attic spaces.  When she
opened it wind rushed in and her shirt fluttered as her hips were bared. 
Tentatively she took a step out onto what looked like a board walk.

   She walked out into the magical kingdom she had dreamed the light might
take her to.

   She could taste the sea in the air as wind blew her hair back and her
shirt was plastered to her breasts.  She could hear the thunder of the
crashing waves and could see the whole perimeter of the island.  The moon
shone off the ocean, which went for as far as she could see in the
darkness. Somehow she felt the weight of all that water and thought of
sailors out there in the dark, floating on some insubstantial chip of wood
they called a ship, which could be swallowed whole by the hungry monster
that was the sea.  She understood now what her Uncle did, and that it was
important.  The wind whipped between her legs and ruffled her pubic hair,
as if it were trying to caress her.  The feel of the wind brought an almost
frightening sexual urge to her loins and she was confused.  She felt small
and insubstantial, surrounded by the power of nature.  She almost wished
that Kit was here with her.  Not for...  sex...  she blushed just thinking
that, but to be with her so she wasn't so alone.  but he was out in the
barn.

   Her eyes opened wide as she realized the boy she wanted for
companionship was just out back the fort!  She whirled and found she could
see the barn easily.  There was dim light coming from the cracks around the
pipes that carried oil to the fort.

   She returned to the attic room and her feet flew down the stone stairs.
Her feet were tough, and the rough steps caused her no pain.  The little
door to the back was easy to open and she went out into the night.  It was
warm here, the wind flowing above her.  She could still hear the waves
crashing on the rocks on the other side of the fort, but it wasn't as
powerful or loud a sound.

   The light was still there in the barn, up in the loft.  He was awake. 
Good.  She thought about calling out, but with no one around it seemed
silly.  She had a feeling no one ever came out here to the lighthouse.  The
door to the barn opened easily and she smelled the odors of barn and
animals.  The horse lifted his ears and she ran her hand down his muzzle as
he tossed his mane.  The ladder to the loft was just past the horse's
stall. She climbed and her head broke through the opening, making her
squint as her eyes were exposed to the light of the oil lantern Kit must be
reading by.

   But he wasn't reading.

   He was standing, bent slightly backwards, with his hips jutting out in
front of him.  One hand was at his groin, and the other hand was out to his
side.  His eyes were closed tight and his head was thrown back.  His mouth
was open, as if he were screaming, but nothing came out of it.  All these
things she took in as her stunned mind realized he was naked.  The hand at
his groin moved and she saw it was wrapped around his penis.  His hand slid
back and forth along that penis, which was rigid and longer than she would
have thought possible.  He was doing the same thing her father used to do
before he made love to her mother.  She looked around for the girl that Kit
must be getting ready to mount.  But there was no one there but him.  She
started to call out to him, to ask him what in the world he was doing, but
something made her stay silent.  His hand moved faster and he panted,
gasped.  Suddenly, the tip of his penis ejected a long thin stream of
white, like a rope, a piece of string.  It was liquid, though, because it
arched out and landed on the hay, breaking up and splashing.

   She knew he wasn't peeing.  With a thrill that made her itch between her
legs, she realized it was his seed.  He was making love to...  his hand! 
Her knees felt weak.  Somehow she knew that if he found out she was there
he would be angry.  She didn't want to drive him away.  He was the only
other person she could talk to.  So she silently climbed back down and
retraced her steps to the barn door.

   She opened it and then slammed it shut, calling "Kit?  Are you here
Kit?" She heard what might have been a muffled curse and his voice came
back.  "Up here." She went to the ladder and started up.  "I'm coming up"
she said.

   "NO!  Wait!" he yelled.  "I'm not decent"

   She kept climbing.  "Nonsense" she said.  "I've seen a man before. 
We're friends.  We don't have to stand on ceremony." Had he not been
frantically fumbling for something to cover his nakedness with, he might
have thought about how this prim and proper girl had suddenly become less
prim and MUCH less proper.

   Her head cleared the hole again and he stood there with another of Uncle
Martin's old shirts bunched up covering his genitals.

   "Oh!" she pretended to be shocked.  "You really AREN'T decent, are you?!
I'll just turn my back." She climbed on up into the loft and faced away
from him.

   When he told her it was OK, she turned.  He looked funny in the
oversized shirt, like a little boy in his father's shirt.  She realized she
looked the same way.

   "Aren't we a pair" she said, holding out the shirt from her body, like
it was a dress.

   He gawked.  "Laurie!  I can see your legs!" he gasped.  His reaction to
her display of skin was different than she had expected it to be.  She had
expected him to leer, but he actually acted like a gentleman!  "Why Kit...
I do believe you're not really the rough and unsavory character you claim
to be!  Most men would be trying to see even more of me.

   He had been looking everywhere in the loft except at her.  But when she
said that, his eyes swung around and stayed on her.  "Is that why you came
up here?  To tease me?" he asked in a quiet voice.

   "No!  Of course not!" she said.  "I just wanted someone to talk to.  If
I had a proper dress I'd be wearing it.  I would never tease you Kit.  You
helped me, you're my friend."

   She frowned.  He was the SECOND man that night to accuse her of teasing.
"I'm not trying to tease you" she insisted, more to herself than to him. 
"I'll leave if you want me to."

   "NO!" He stepped toward her, tripped and fell.  He slid on the hay and
would have fallen through the hole in the floor head first had she not
fallen on top of him to stop him.  He scrabbled backwards, trying to get
his upper body out of the hole.  In the process the shirt came up around
his waist and she found her face inches from his hard pale buttocks.  "Oh
MY!" she yipped.  She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled.  He
rolled and then his penis was exposed, right in front of her.  It was half
hard, and flopped against his stomach.

   "OH MY!!" she gasped again.  His hands flew frantically to the shirt and
tugged and pulled as he sat up until at last he was covered.  He looked at
her and there was something in his eyes...  a fear...  a horrible fear...
that he had done something wrong and that she would hate him.  Her heart
was beating wildly in her chest.  She reached out to touch his shoulder and
swallowed.  "Now who is teasing?" she said it, making it something he
didn't have to answer.

   Her hand flew to her mouth and covered it.  She turned beet red.  That
guarded look in his eyes leaked away and he laughed, then harder.  His
laughter was infectious and she joined him.

   They found themselves sitting across from each other, on the hay, bare
legs tucked under them.  They talked for hours.

   Finally she was tired.  She stretched, unconsciously pushing her
unrestrained breasts toward him.  When she stood, her bare legs were in
front of his eyes again.

   He scrambled to his feet, then froze and started to sit back down, but
it was too late.  His penis was hard again, and it pressed outward, making
the shirt tent away from his loins.  Blood rushed to his face as he saw her
look down and see what his penis was doing.

   "I'm sorry" he whispered, head down.

   She could sense his shame, his vulnerability.  Any proper woman would be
scandalized by the evidence of his passion.  But Laurie decided she didn't
want to BE a proper woman right now.  He was nice.  He was polite.  He
didn't force himself on her when it was obvious he wanted her.  She felt a
rush of joy as she realized she was desirable to TWO men.  That rush of joy
caused her to do something she'd never have thought of doing only a few
days past.

   She hugged him, letting that stiff penis press into her own body and
whispered back: "You have nothing to be sorry for.  I take it as a
compliment." She pushed him away and said "Good night sir." Then she
grinned, to lessen the formality of her comment and she climbed down the
stairs.

   When she was back in her Uncle's big good-smelling bed she thought about
what she'd seen.  What was he thinking about when he stroked his penis and
made his seed come out?  As she remembered that she felt that itch between
her legs again.  She decided that from now on she wasn't going to
concentrate so much on being a proper lady.  Not around the lighthouse,
anyway.

   Chapter 3

   The next day Martin announced he and Kit were going to town to get her a
dress and Kit some clothes.  She wanted to go, but when she picked up her
stiff smelly dress, she couldn't bear to put it back on.

   Furthermore she couldn't bear to be seen in the tattered thing, even if
she washed it.

   She dropped the dress and turned to find her Uncle standing right beside
her.  "I have to measure you" he said.

   His hands came to her waist, and he saw that his thumbs and fingers
touched.  His hands slid down to her hips and she jumped.  His hands slid
forward until his thumbs touched right over her mons.  She gasped, but his
hands then slid backwards, across her buttocks until his fingers touched in
the back.

   Her mouth came open and she felt his hands slide up, past her waist. 
She suddenly knew he was going to touch her breasts, but she couldn't make
herself move to stop him.  Her own hands fluttered in the air by her
shoulders.  His hands slid to her back first, then around to her front.  He
cupped her breasts through the thin shirt and lifted them, as if he was
weighing them with his hands.

   "Uncle MARTIN!" she croaked.

   "Yes?" he asked.

   "You touched me!" she said.  Her breasts tingled from being touched.

   "Was I not supposed to touch you?  How else can I measure so your dress
will fit?"

   Laurie remembered her vow not to be so proper.  She took a breath. 
"Yes, of course.  I'm being silly."

   While they were gone, Laurie cleaned and picked up and explored the big
room.  She went up to the attic room again and stood before the wall of
windows, watching the sea.  It wasn't so violent today, or at least it
didn't seem so in the bright sunlight.  She picked up the heavy brass tube
that was on the table and peered through one end.  Everything was blurry.
As she handled it, though, part of it slid and it became longer.  She
examined it and found that it was actually a series of tubes, one inside
the other.  She looked through it again and, as the length changed, she was
able to make the tube focus on things.  Lifting her head she looked out to
sea.

   There!  A speck of white, not on the horizon, but just below it.

   Carefully she raised the tube and used it to focus on the area of the
horizon where she thought that speck might be.  She passed by it twice,
seeing it, but unable to stop the telescope in time.  Then it was there, in
the middle of the round view.  She focused and a clipper ship leapt into
view, it's four masts full of white sails.  She could clearly see men in
the rigging, though she couldn't tell anything about them.  She watched
until her arms ached from holding the heavy viewing device up.  She thought
about taking the tube up inside the tower, where the light was, but she had
never been invited up there yet, and she somehow felt that she shouldn't go
there until her Uncle took her.  After standing on the boardwalk in the
wind for a while, she went back to her chores in the fort.

   It seemed they were gone forever.  But eventually her heart quickened as
she heard the small back door open and then bang closed.

   She couldn't believe the change in Kit.  His hair had been cut.  He had
on a checkered shirt, with sturdy cotton duck pants.  Why he was handsome!
And when had he grown so much?  He seemed taller...  older.  She shook her
head.  Her Uncle had a paper wrapped package in his hands.  Her dress.  She
reached for it.

   When she tore it open she sighed.  It was beautiful.  It was made of
finely woven cotton, bright red, with white lace on the sleeves and neck.
It buttoned down the back.  The neck scooped awfully low, but she supposed
that was the fashion here in the East these days.  It was long, of course.
In another package he had a pair of soft doeskin moccasins.  There was yet
another package, and in it were linen under things.

   She looked at them with a raised eyebrow.  Out on the prairie she'd have
thought they were gorgeous...  wonderful...  a luxury.  But two days of
freedom from the tightness and binding and agony of adjusting stays and
ties made her think that, at least while she was on the island, she might
just be able to go without them.

   "Oh turn around...  turn around" she cried.  Before either man could
follow her directions the shirt she was wearing was half undone and both
men were treated to a large expanse of smooth pale cleavage.  She stepped
into the dress and pulled it up, putting her arms through it.

   "Uncle Martin?  Can you button me up please" she asked.

   He turned and fastened the buttons, which went from the waist to the
neck.  It fit her like a glove.  She whirled in it.  "Oh thank you...  it's
beautiful!" She looked at both men and saw identical stares.  In those
stares she knew that not just the dress was beautiful.  She felt like a
woman for the first time since her parents had died.

   "How on earth did you get one that fits so well?" she asked.

   Martin frowned, but Kit laughed out loud.  "You should have seen it Miss
Laurie.  We went into the store and they had this thing, I think they
called it a dummy or something like that.  Anyway, it looked sort of like
the shape of a woman's body, but it had moving parts.  They could make it
change shapes and sizes.  It was pretty amazing.  So Mr.  Trumble here, he
puts his hands on this thing, sliding his hands all over it and all, just
like he did to you.  And he moved it until he just said "That size".  I
tell you that woman in there about had a fit!  She was talking about how
decent folks would know better and such, but she found a dress that fit on
that thing just like it fits on you.

   Martin was still frowning.  "They don't like me in town.  I only got
this one for now.  If it fits well then we can get some more." His eyes
flicked to the package of under things, then back to her face.  She leaned
close to him and whispered "I'll wear them when we go to town." He smiled.

   When Martin came down from the tower in the mornings she always asked
that he help her dress.  This wasn't an effort to tease him, though it
always made her feel deliciously naughty when she knew he could see her
naked back as he buttoned up her dress.  It was more an effort to... 
domesticate him.  She didn't want to rule him, but she did want him to be
amenable to whatever requests she might make in the future.

   As the days went by, filled with various domestic chores, and the
pleasure those chores can bring when a routine job is done well, Laurie
realized she was happy.  As best she could tell, her life was as good as or
better than it had ever been, not counting the loss of her parents, whom
she still missed horribly.  Mornings she spent with Kit while Uncle Martin
slept.  In the afternoons Martin taught Kit the tasks he would be
responsible for in exchange for his room and board.

   She bathed frequently...  much more frequently than she ever had out on
the prairie.  The plentiful supply of water, and a tub with real imported
soap at her disposal, was too much to resist.

   Initially she waited until Uncle Martin had gone up to the tower for the
night, and then she ran her bath and soaked, for hours sometimes, even once
falling asleep in the big tub.  She did that only once, though, as she woke
up cold and got even colder when she had to get out into the cool night
air.

   But as time went on she grew less and less shy about her Uncle seeing
her and, by the time she'd been there two months, she often bathed right
after supper.  Uncle Martin always offered to wash her hair for her, and,
as she remembered the lack of modesty her parents had displayed, she
decided it was nice to have his big rough hands massaging her scalp.  When
it came time to dunk her head, she got less and less nervous about the fact
that her breasts invariably broke the surface of the water as her body
floated up.  She knew he was looking at them...

   But now, it didn't seem so bad.

   One night, as his soapy hands stroked her head, she said "Could you wash
my back for me Uncle Martin?" One of his hands immediately went down her
back as she leaned forward.  It felt wonderful.  His rough hands scraped
her skin lightly, almost like hundreds of sharp fingernails all at the same
time.  She ooooed and ahhhed and thanked him profusely when he was done. 
Then she lay back so he could get the soap out of her hair.

   When she came back up he said "I could help you wash your front too? 
She darted a look at him, and saw he was smiling.  "A joke...  a joke
child...  uh WOMAN!" he corrected himself as he saw her take in a breath to
yell at him.

   She would never know exactly why she asked the question, or where it
even came from.  But her mouth blurted "If I allowed it...  would you
really wash my whole body?"

   She would also never forget his instantaneous response.  "Ahhhhh yes!  I
would be such a happy man.  You look so much like your mother that
sometimes my heart is ready to burst.  I have such wonderful memories of
her."

   His meaning was clear.  "You...  washed my mother?  When you were my
age?" He nodded.  "Did I not tell you we shared bed and bath until she
married?"

   "Yes, but I thought..." She had started out to say she thought that
would have stopped when they reached puberty.  But obviously that was NOT
what had happened.  That meant he had run his hands all over her mother's
body.

   ALL over her mother's body...  while they bathed together.

   When had her mother married?  She knew their anniversary date; they had
celebrated their 16th wedding anniversary just a week before they were
killed.  But she was almost seventeen!  It didn't add up!

   Suddenly, from the dim recesses of her mind, a memory floated to the
top. It was a memory of a conversation she had had with her mother when she
was a very little girl.

   There had been an argument - her parents yelling at each other.  It had
scared her and she cried.  Her father stormed out and her mother held her,
comforting her.  Laurie was afraid her daddy was never coming back, or that
her mother would take her to find a new daddy.  Then her mother had said
that any man who would marry a pregnant woman was too good to let go of,
and that he would ALWAYS be her daddy, no matter what happened.

   Her eyes widened as she realized the full implications of the
information she'd always had, but had never paid attention to.  Uncle
Martin said he had shared bath and BED with her mother until she married.
Her mother was pregnant BEFORE she married.

   She looked up at her Uncle...  no...  her...  FATHER!

   "You're my...  father?" she said, not meaning to actually say it out
loud.

   Laurie waited breathlessly to see if her...  father?...  would answer
her question.

   He smiled at her through his bushy beard.  "I'm afraid so child.  Unless
it was your Grandpa.  But I don't think so.  He was getting pretty old by
then and didn't call her to his bed much those days."

   "You mean your FATHER had sex with my MOTHER!!??" she moaned.  "AND YOU
DID TOO?!!"

   He knelt beside the tub.  "Laurie, darling Laurie, you must understand
that this was the way our family was.  It was not a bad thing, a thing that
hurt anyone.  It was just the way things were.  Nowadays we would be hung
as witches or some such thing.  But the times your mother and I...  loved
each other...  those were our favorite times.  I wanted to marry her, to be
with her forever, but there were too many people about who knew us."

   "But if she was with child by you...  why would anyone want to marry
her?" asked the girl.

   His eyes went unfocused, as if he were looking at some memory inside his
head.

   "There was a boy.  He had been in our school with us...  grown up with
us.  Richard was his name.  He loved your mother as much as I did.  He
knew. I don't know how he knew.  Maybe your mother told him.  He wanted to
fight me, but Molly wouldn't have it.  He said he'd marry her anyway, but
that if he did I would have to leave...  go away and never come back.  So I
did."

   His eyes focused again, squarely on her as she sat in the tub.  "But
while my seed may have begun your life, Richard took you as his daughter,
raised you, taught you.  HE is your father.  I am content to be your Uncle
if you'll still let me."

   For some reason, the knowledge that he was her biological father did not
take upper place in her mind.  What happened was that her mind agreed with
his.  Her mind could accept that he was her Uncle, because she wanted her
father's memory to stay as just that...  her father.  It was her Uncle who
had washed her hair and seen her naked nipples time and again.  It was her
Uncle who said he would be delighted to dry her naked body and see her that
way.  It was her Uncle's bed she slept in every night, and into whose
pillow she burrowed her head, loving the smell.

   "When you said I'd have to share your bed...  like my mother had to
share your bed...  did you intend to...  have your way with me?" she said.
It came out firmly, though she felt like jelly inside.  He looked at her
silently for a moment.  "Laurie, I have said this, and you need to
understand this for what it means and not what it 'might mean' or 'could
mean'.  I love you, and have loved you from the day I knew you existed. 
You are my daughter and I will love you and cherish you no matter what
happens.  Even if you hate me I will love you." He was quiet for a few
seconds.

   "But in our family, I am also a man and you are also a woman.  You are a
beautiful, delightful...  sexual woman.  I cannot help but see that part of
you too.  And, as a man, I cannot but wish to love you physically too.  I
know that society thinks this is a wrong thing, but I don't.  I also know
that if you do not feel this way, for such a thing to happen between us
would not be love, but hurt.  I will never hurt you; never make you do
anything you think is wrong to do.  I could not possibly hurt you in that
way because that would drive you away from me.  I lost my true love, and
you are all I have left of her.  I could not bear it if you go away and are
angry with me."

   Her heart almost burst with the feelings his speech caused in her.  But
he had not actually answered the question.  She was insistent "But you
would...  make love to me if I let you."

   "Of course" he said.  "As I said, you are beautiful and I love you.  You
make the blood boil in my veins."

   Then, as if he knew she needed time to think, he got up and handed her
the towels before turning to leave.  He went up to the attic room, where,
he had explained, he watched the weather rolling in from the sea.

   She drained the tub and dried herself.  She put on one of the old shirts
he had given her.  It had become her nightgown.  Then she went to bed, her
mind a whirl of conflicting emotions.

   She woke later.  It was late, she could tell, but other than that she
had no idea what time it was.  Light still streamed down from above - it
was never truly dark in the fort with the big light beaming - so she knew
the light was still operating.

   She heard a noise...  water splashing.

   She sat up in bed and looked.  Her eyes were accustomed to the dark and
she could see by the light reflected from above.  Her Uncle was filling the
big copper tub.

   Then he began taking his clothing off.

   She watched.

   It never occurred to her not to.

   She expected his chest and back to be as hairy as his chin, but they
were not.  She expected his belly to be big and bulging, but it was flat as
a board.  She expected him to be...  misshapen, somehow, because of his
size, but he looked completely normal.  Then he turned and she saw his
sexual organ.  It hung between his legs, as had her father's...  but it
didn't LOOK like her father's.  The one she'd seen sliding in and out of
her mother's sex had been long and slim and smooth looking, with a tapered
head.

   This one looked like a tree branch that had been torn from an oak tree
and fastened somehow to his groin.  It had to be twice as big around as her
father's.  And it was longer too.  It hung to a point midway between his
knee and hip.  She drew a breath, examining her feelings.  Oddly, she felt
a surge of relief.

   He was lying.

   There was no way in the world that thing could possibly fit in ANY
woman, much less her slim mother.

   He climbed in the tub and sat down, obviously trying to make as little
noise as possible.  She watched curiously as he bathed.  He didn't soak,
but washed quickly.  It occurred to her that he was away from the big
light, and in a hurry.

   He stood and she expected him to get out of the water, but instead, he
began washing that log between his legs.  She stared as he stretched and
pulled at it, and stifled a gasp as it got even BIGGER than it had been. 
When it stopped growing she realized it had to be ten inches long, and big
enough around that even HIS hand barely fit around it!

   Her hand came to her breast and fluttered across it as he began stroking
his penis, like Kit had in the barn that night.  It wasn't long before he
too leaned back, his mouth opening in that same silent scream.  She saw the
glint of his seed as it flashed in the light, but she couldn't see where it
landed, or how much there was.

   She realized her hand was cupping her breast, her fingers pinching the
nipple.  It felt so good, warm, like the warmth between her legs.  She'd
never done it before, but instinct made her slide her hand between her
legs. It felt good to press there...  and rub.  She lay back, hiking her
night shirt up and exposing her lower body.  She rubbed harder, faster and
was astounded at how good it felt.  Her breath came in rasping gasps and
she spread her legs wider.  She felt a sort of pressure in her loins that
grew and spread until her whole body felt like it was suddenly fragile, and
might break apart.

   Out of the corner of her eye she saw something.  She turned her head. 
It was her Uncle...  standing beside the bed, watching her.

   His hand was moving at his groin, like he was stroking himself again,
but she couldn't see because of the dark.  She felt embarrassed that he
could see her privates, and that she was rubbing herself in front of him,
but it felt too good to stop.

   She moaned.

   She knew she was very close to something new, something wonderful, but
she didn't know what to do to find it...  make it happen.

   "I feel so strange" she moaned again.

   "Please" he said, his voice panting like hers.  "Let me help you."

   "How...  can you...  help me?" she gasped.

   "Like this" he said.  His hand appeared from out of the dark.  He gently
pushed aside her rubbing hand and replaced it with his fingers.  One finger
slipped between the two slippery lips she had been rubbing and then...  to
her amazement and shame and delight - all at once - the tip of that finger
slipped inside her.

   The finger was bent in such a way that the bottom of it scraped
something that made her want to scream with pleasure.  He began sliding
that finger in and out of her and her mind flashed back to those times she
had seen her father sliding his penis in and out of her mother.  Now she
knew why her mother's face had been so happy.  This felt fabulous! 
"Ohhhhh" she moaned.  "I like this Uncle...  I like this...  Daddy.  It is
so wrong...  but it feels soooo good."

   "I know my beautiful daughter.  Now, lie back and enjoy this." His hand
was a constant source of streaking pleasure as it caressed and rubbed her
open sex.  His other hand unbuttoned her night shirt and lay it back until
her whole naked body was displayed shamelessly in front of him.  It felt so
good she didn't care.

   She panted "Can you go...  deeper?"

   He sighed.  "If I do it will cause you some pain" he said, his face near
hers.  "Your maidenhead is intact.  I can feel the back of my finger
brushing it and if I go deeper it will tear and cause you pain."

   He dipped his finger deeper into her and she felt the pain he spoke of.
But that pain was on the outside, not deep where his finger tip felt so
wonderful.  She just knew that it would feel better and better the deeper
it went into her body.

   "How much pain?" she gasped, her hips beginning to jerk and move, almost
of their own volition.

   "Just a little pain," he whispered.  "I will do it quickly, and it will
be gone.  But the pain will be worth it, I promise.  Can I do this for you
my darling?"

   Laurie, by now, felt like she might be willing to do anything this man
asked.  She nodded.  Without warning he leaned over to put his face right
on top of her breast nearest him.  He jammed one long thick finger up
inside her body.  There WAS a stab of pain, back where the base of his
finger was, but deep down inside her his fingertip hit something that moved
and caused her to grunt, it felt so good.

   And, just as this happened he put his mouth on her breast.  His lips
closed over one nipple and he sucked on it, drawing it further and further
into his mouth until there was a sort of pain there too.  But that pain was
so exquisite that it was a beautiful pain.  That exquisite feeling seemed
to stab out into other parts of her body, particularly toward where his
finger was buried deep in her.

   Then, she felt him wiggle that finger, making the tip go in little
circles up inside her and she felt something that blew all the pain far
away.  She didn't know what he was touching up inside her, but it was the
most wonderful thing she'd ever felt.

   Her hips bucked up off the bed and she cried out as all that pressure in
her body burst.  She felt her body explode in pleasure, and then collapse
back in on it self.

   What was left was an aching sort of pleasure that went on and on in
waves that she hoped would never ever end.  Her hips kept writhing as his
finger kept stroking her deep inside.  His mouth came loose from her nipple
with a plop and captured the other one, nursing it too.

   "OHH YES!" she cried out "YESSSSS SUCK IT!" He did, but more gently as
the pleasure slowly faded, bit by bit.  He let that nipple go and kissed
the breast around it, then her chest and neck and up to her cheeks.  He
kissed her lips, a short tender kiss.

   "Thank you my darling Laurie." he said.

   Her breathing was returning to normal.  "This is how you loved my
mother?" she said, suddenly feeling naked as he pulled his finger out of
her.

   "Yes, this way and many, more ways also."

   She shuddered as she envisioned that massive penis being forced into the
slim girlish figure of her mother as he buttoned her nightshirt back up and
brought a sheet over her body.  "Sleep now my darling." She watched as he
left, climbing the spiral staircase up into the tower...  still naked.

   Chapter 4

   She woke up the next morning, coming into wakefulness with a strange
glowing feeling about her.  She thought she was dreaming as her body
stretched, feeling like she could reach ten feet away, and that her bones
were made of rubber.  She sighed, snuggling back into the bedclothes.  Her
mind reflected on her memory of what had happened just before she fell
asleep, and the first thing she thought was how normal it seemed.

   She remembered every detail of the night before...  knew it was true,
but she didn't feel like anything strange had happened at all.  She knew
she SHOULD feel shame...  outrage...  But she didn't.  She remembered
pleasure such as she'd never felt before.  She knew he had ruined her
maidenhead with that finger, ripping it from her body, making it impossible
to give it to...  to whom?

   Anyway, if it hurt that much to lose one's virginity to a mere finger,
fat though it might be, she certainly wouldn't have wanted to lose it to
any penis she had ever seen.

   She heard a noise and then smelled food.  Her eyes snapped open and she
sat up so fast she felt faint.

   She was late getting up!

   She leapt out of bed and saw her uncle cooking.  Kit was sitting at the
table with a cup of coffee, reading a book.

   "I'm sorry!" she blurted out.

   Her father just waved, never even turning around from the stove.

   Kit looked at her.  "Your Uncle said you had a hard night, and deserved
to sleep.  We decided not to bother you." He was looking at her bare legs.

   She realized she didn't mind.  She had seen his whole body, after all.
She went up to her Uncle and, turning him around, she reached up, putting
her arms around his neck.  She kissed him on the cheek.

   "Thank you" she said.

   There was visible relief in his eyes and his body relaxed.  "You
deserved it" he said.

   Both of them knew they weren't talking about letting her sleep.  She
suddenly felt a draft of cool air on her buttocks and realized that, in
reaching up to hug him the shirt had lifted even with, or maybe even above
those white firm globes.  She dropped her arms and whirled to look at Kit,
whose mouth was hanging open.

   He had seen.

   She flushed bright red, but then stood straight and said "Close your
mouth, young man.  It's impolite to stare."

   His mouth slammed shut and he looked guiltily up at her.

   She leaned over close to his ear.  "Didn't I see yours that one time? 
Up in the loft?  Perhaps it's not so unfair that you get to see mine." Then
she kissed him on the cheek and laughed out loud.  She was glad to be
alive.

   Uncle Martin went to bed and Laurie felt so good she decided not to put
on her dress, and instead to feel free and unfettered as she did her
chores. She needed to milk the cow and she invited Kit to come along.  He
agreed and soon she was sitting on a three legged stool, her heels under
the cow and straddling the Bucket.

   Her hands worked rhythmically and the milk squirted down into the
Bucket, making a tinny sound.  One of the cats rubbed up against her ankle,
the first time it had ever touched her.  Feeling mischievous, she aimed a
teat at it and splattered its face with milk.  It jumped and dashed away,
but stopped after five or six feet and sat, cleaning itself with a paw, and
then licking that.  She laughed at it's antics.  She could hear it's purr
all that distance away.

   Kit's head appeared under the cow on the other side of the udder,
looking to see why she was laughing.  She saw his eyes dart to her spread
legs, and realized he was looking at what Uncle Martin had rubbed last
night.

   His eyes darted away, but then drifted back again, darting up and to the
sides, but always coming back to what was between her legs, as if he
couldn't control them.

   She marveled at the changes that had taken place inside her.  She was
aware that she SHOULD berate him for looking.  Three or four weeks ago she
WOULD have been livid and wanted him to be horsewhipped.

   But she was also aware that, at this very instant, this young man was
looking between her naked legs...  which she was leaving spread.

   She was...  letting him look.

   His mouth was open and a drool of spittle dripped off his lip.  Quickly
she aimed a teat and squeezed.  She was so close to hitting his open mouth
that the milk splashed off the corner of his mouth.  He jerked back
cursing.

   "Kit!" she barked.  "You STOP that kind of language RIGHT NOW!"

   He appeared around the back of the cow, his face red with anger.  "And
why should I?" he said belligerently.

   "It is one thing to look at a woman's privates and appreciate them.  It
is entirely another to be crude and loud and use foul language."

   "You knew?" he croaked.

   "How could I miss it?  Your jaw was about to hit the floor.  It was too
good a target to pass up."

   "But...  if you KNEW I was...  peeking, why didn't you..."

   "Close my legs?" she finished.  He nodded.  "As I recall, not only did I
get to see your lily white buttocks that day, I believe you rolled over and
exposed your manly organ to me as well.  Am I remembering this correctly?"

   His eyes were round and scared.  He'd hoped she'd forgotten that.  He
nodded.

   "And, as I said this morning, when you saw MY lily white buttocks, I got
to see yours.  So it only seemed fair that since I saw your manly organ, I
shouldn't complain so much if you saw...  me." She dropped her eyes to the
front of his cotton duck pants.  There was an obvious bulge there.

   "Kit?" she said.

   "What?" He sounded scared.

   "I have a confession to make to you." she said.

   "What?" he put his hands over that bulge?

   "That night...  when I came in and you weren't decent?"

   He nodded.

   "I...  ah...  well, I had already climbed up the ladder, and I saw
you... what you were doing...  and I didn't want you to hate me...  for
catching...  no interrupting you, so I went back down and I made some noise
and then I tried to get up the ladder quickly so I could see you again.  It
was not a nice or decent thing for a lady to do and I apologize for it. 
All I can do is asking you to forgive me." She looked down at the milk
pail. Her legs were still spread.

   "You saw me." he said dully.

   "Yes" she responded.

   "You saw...  all of it?" he said miserably.

   "Yes" she said again.

   "Oh I'm so ashamed." he moaned.

   Her head came up.  "Why?  For goodness sake, you were in private, in
your bedroom, or what passes for it.  I was the one who intruded.  You have
nothing to be ashamed of."

   "But it was wrong for me to be doing that." he said.

   "Whoever said that?" she said.  "Uncle Martin did it last night.  I saw
my father do it before, though he didn't spurt his seed all over the place
like you two do.  He put it in my mother where it belonged." "You've SEEN
your Uncle and Father touching themselves?!" he said, incredulous.

   "Yes, and I assume it is a normal thing.  I touched myself last night.
It really feels quite wonderful.  Isn't that why you do it?  To feel good?"

   "You touched yourself?" his eyes looked glassy.

   "Well, it was the first time, but yes, and it was wonderful and I am
quite sure I will do it again many times."

   She finished the milking, got up and they went on with chores.  They had
a lot to do, and didn't get much chance to talk more.  But both did a lot
of thinking.  The loose shirt she was wearing wasn't really fit attire to
do many of the things she did in it that day, and more than once parts of
her body, naked under that shirt, were exposed to her work mate.  Kit
excused himself twice that day, mumbling something about having to go here,
or do that.  Each time she saw there was a large bulge in his sturdy pants
when he left her.  But it was gone when he came back.

   In the afternoon, while the sun was warm, Laurie called to Kit.  "Come
with me, there's something I want to show you." He came readily.  He had
been scraping the old hay our of the cow's stall and it was hard work.  She
took his hand and pulled him quietly into the fort and past where Uncle
Martin was sleeping, to the stone stairway that led to the attic room. 
When they climbed into it the sun had passed it's zenith, so the room
itself was relatively dark.  It made the panorama of the sea, spread out
before them, even more breathtaking.

   Kit's gasp at the size and magnificence of the ocean, and the crashing
waves and spume where the rocks defied it, was gratifying to Laurie, who
felt the same way.

   "I came up here the other night, before I came to see you.  I wanted to
tell you about it then but I got...  distracted." Kit blushed when he
realized what had distracted her.  She grinned and pulled at him, leading
him to the door to the outside.  When they stood, side by side on the
boardwalk, with the wind whipping around them, she reached for his hand.

   "Isn't it magnificent?" she said.

   Kit turned to speak and his eyes bulged as he saw that the wind had
blown her Uncle's shirt up around her waist, baring her below the waist. 
She seemed not to notice...  or care.

   "It is truly the most magnificent sight I've ever seen" he said.  He
wasn't talking about the sea, or the surf, but she didn't know that.  That
night, Laurie got ready for bed and kissed her Uncle good night as he got
ready to go up in the tower.  Their embrace was warm and lingered.  "I
slept so well last night, and I felt so refreshed in the morning..."

   He held her away from him for a moment, searching her eyes with his. 
"Perhaps I could help you relax, as I did last night?" his deep voice
grumbled.

   She blushed but said "Well...  I mean I slept so peacefully...  I
think...  yes, I would like that very much."

   He began with kisses, on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and then her
lips again.  Then, progressing down to her neck while his fingers
unbuttoned several buttons of her night shirt, his lips kissed the areas
exposed by that.  Soon she lay, arms akimbo, the shirt thrown wide and her
pale makedness glowing in the dark.  Then he was sucking her nipples again
as she writhed happily, moaning and making noises in her throat she
couldn't have made on purpose.  His hand lay on her knee and began to slide
up.

   "Will it hurt tonight?" she gasped, keeping her legs tightly closed. 
"No, there will be no more pain.  Not with my fingers anyway."

   She let him pet her then, spreading her legs wider and wider as he
stroked her pussy lips and diddled her young clitty.  When she got slick he
slid his finger into her and she moaned as she agreed there was no pain. 
The girth of his finger stretched and filled her, causing an odd sensation,
but not one she could assign the name of pain to.

   He gave her one orgasm that way, teasing her nipples again with tongue
and teeth.  Then he left her breasts and kissed down her belly as it lifted
and fell with the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm and the aftermath. 
His tongue flitted to her belly button and she sucked her stomach in so
much that she felt like it must be hitting her backbone.  His lips
continued downward, into the hair growing there.

   "What are you doing?" her voice took on a note of panic as his lips
brushed through her pubic hair.

   "Trust me my darling" he said.  His big hands pulled her around and she
hid her eyes, drawing a pillow over her face as she realized his eyes were
inches from her most private place.  This wasn't like it had been with Kit,
who had to look up inside a shirt, into a shadowy darkened area.  She was
wide open to his gaze.  She felt faint.

   "Ohhhhhhh" she moaned in embarrassment.

   Then she felt the most wonderful wet soft sensation...  there...  where
his finger had been.

   It was his TONGUE!

   He was LICKING her!  She was repelled, but only for as long as it took
for the sensation he was producing to reach her brain.  She threw the
pillow aside and raised her head, staring at what he was doing.  He
fastened his mouth to her sex and his tongue penetrated her.

   Then...  she was his slave.

   He gave her three orgasms before he let her go.  She was hoarse from her
cries of pleasure when he stood up he said "I'm sorry my pet, but the big
light calls me.  I must go."

   She lay, tangled in the bed linens, sideways, and naked, her legs
splayed open, completely relaxed, as he pulled a sheet over her and kissed
her goodnight again.  She didn't even mind that her own juices were on his
lips.  In fact, his lips tasted so interesting she pulled him back for
several more kisses before she'd let him go.  When his tongue slipped into
her mouth, she felt like it was the most normal way of kissing in the whole
world, and was amazed she hadn't thought to do that with him before.

   She woke once in the night, her body full of tension that she now
recognized as sexual tension.  She wanted to go up to the big light, to
find her uncle, to have him love her and release that tension.  But it was
a long climb, and she was snug in bed.  She used her fingers instead.

   It wasn't nearly as nice as when he touched her.

   For two more days she and Kit worked, side by side, doing the small
things needed to make a household run smoothly.  She felt no shyness around
him any more, and did not feel the need for modesty.  He remained proper
and apologetic for looking at her, but he always looked.

   And, for two more nights her uncle helped her 'relax' when it was her
bedtime.  She looked forward to those goodnight kisses all day long, and
found herself glancing sideways at Kit as she helped him do his chores and
he helped her do hers.  Obviously he was interested in her as a woman. 
Couldn't HE do some of the same things to her?  Wouldn't it be nice to be
able to feel that wonderful during the day, as well as at night?

   She was shocked when she had those thoughts.  She was thinking like a
hussy!

   But those thoughts kept coming back.

   Several days later Laurie lay in bed, weak and satisfied after being
'relaxed' by her Uncle.  They had started early this night, and when they
were done he went to the tub and turned on the water.  He left the lamps on
and paid no attention to his niece.  But she watched avidly as he disrobed
and displayed his hard male body to her in the light.  He was erect, and he
stroked it, turning to her.  "This is what you do to me.  Touching you,
tasting you, it is something that causes this in me.  I'm sorry, if it
embarrasses you, but I must relieve myself.  You may wish to look away." He
began to stroke it with long hard jerks and she watched fascinated.

   On impulse, she got up, shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt, and went to
where he was standing by the tub.  He saw her coming and faced her, pleased
that she wasn't afraid.  "You know what will happen?" he asked.  She nodded
and came closer, staring at the massive thing up close.  "You put that
inside my mother?" she said in disbelief.

   "Many, times" he grunted.  "You are the proof, I think." he gasped. 
"You should move or..."

   She ignored him, standing right in front of his prick.  "That...  made
me?" she said.

   "It helped" he rumbled, and his cock went off.

   A thick rope of semen shot out of it and splatted on Laurie's stomach.
She wasn't repulsed by it at all.  The fluid was hot and thick, and her
hand same up, rubbing through the messy stuff.  His cock spat again, and
another long stream of the white stuff followed the first.  Laurie cupped
her hands and scooped some of the stuff up over her breasts, where she knew
it would feel good.

   THIS...  this warm, slippery stuff was the thing that had gone into her
mother and created a life in her.  This was the stuff of her own life. 
This was something beautiful, something to be cherished and loved.  She
rubbed it all over her naked skin, spreading the slippery warmth.  They
both relaxed, leaning back against equipment.  Her messy hand dipped idly
down to her fleecy pubic curls and she slipped one spermy finger between
her pussy lips to stroke her clit gently.  She was intensely aware of what
was on that finger as it went into the place on her body where its presence
could result in creating yet another life.  "I need a bath too" she said.

   He lifted her into the tub as if she weighed nothing, then climbed in
behind her.

   This time he washed her whole body as she lay back against him in the
hot water.  His hands slid all over her front, caressing her breasts and
stomach as she felt his now shrunken penis against her back.  When he was
done, she turned in the tub and washed his chest, shoulders and arms. 
"Stand up" she said, and when he did, his penis was right in front of her
face.  She looked at it, bit her lip, and then lathered her hands.  She
began to wash his rod, carefully soaping his heavy balls too as he stood
with his hands on his hips.  She played with it as if it were some new toy
and she was a little girl.  She knew that what he had expelled on her had
come from the heavy sack that hung under his organ, yet that sack still
felt full and heavy.  Her hand returned to the shaft above those full,
heavy balls and she felt awe as her fingers explored the bumps and lumps
that made up his maleness.

   "Careful" his voice was raspy.  "If you keep that up it will come alive
again."

   Perversely, she caressed him more vigorously, smiling slightly as she
felt it thicken.  Then it lengthened and soon was standing straight out
from his body in all its ferocious glory.  Now she had both hands around
it, stroking up and down its soapy slick length.  She felt so sensual doing
this.  It was as if her hands had been formed just to fit this wonderful
thing.

   "If you continue you'll need another bath!" he warned.

   "I'm already here." she said and watched, fascinated as the wrinkled
foreskin glided back and forth, uncovering the big knobby head.

   "Yours looks different than Daddy's...  and Kit's" she added as an
afterthought.

   "You've seen Kit's?" he asked hoarseley.

   "I went to talk to him one night.  He didn't know I was there.  He was
naked, and doing...  this" she said as she increased the speed of her
manipulations.  "I peeked at him...  watched him, and then ran away." "He
likes you" said her Uncle.  "I can tell.  And he is your age.  Perhaps you
should be doing this to him instead of me." He grunted.  "Sweet Laurie, I
am very close now."

   "I like you both" she said." I don't know what to do.  OH!...  LOOK!"
she laughed as his spunk shot out and splattered her breasts again.  "Taste
it" he huffed."

   "What?" she stared at his spurting penis?'

   "Taste it...  your mother loved the taste" he groaned.  His hand came
down and he cut off the flow.  "Kiss the tip" he said.

   She shuddered, but remembered how interesting her own juices had tasted
on his lips.  She leaned forward and puckered her lips as he pressed the
tip to them.  Then he jacked his cock back and squeezed, almost like he was
milking a cow and a big bubble of thick white burbled out of his cock and
into her puckered lips.  She gave a little suck and her tongue slipped out
to tickle his glans.  She leaned back, tasting, feeling the texture, and
deciding she was her mother's daughter.  "I DO like it" she said amazed. 
"But it seems so...  naughty."

   "When we love each other, and please each other, with no thought except
to make love and share love, how can that be naughty?" he said.  She
scooped a glob of his sperm off her breast and pushed it into her mouth. 
"It's better warm" she said.  She kissed his glans again and then washed
herself off, standing up to dry herself with him.

   "I never thought I would be doing something like this" she said.  "But
I'm glad I did."

   "And I never thought that my lovely little niece would ever come to live
with me" he said softly.  "But she has, and my life has changed much
because of it.  My life is much better now I think."

   Naked, they hugged each other, each comforted by the feel of a human
body against theirs.

   Chapter 5

   The next day, she left her 'nightdress' on again as she did her chores.
Kit helped her and, when she started the milking, he got down on the other
side from her and held the bucket.  She grinned.  "You like looking where
you shouldn't look, don't you?"

   He was less shy now.  "Well, you don't seem to mind, and you ARE
beautiful.  And I AM a man, after all." He sounded puffed up.

   "Oh, so now I'm BEAUTIFUL all of a sudden" she said, teasing him.

   "You've always been beautiful." he said simply.  "But I don't understand
why you have...  changed.  When I met you, you would never have let me
look, much less been so...  not careful." he finished diplomatically. 
Laurie looked at Kit thoughtfully.  He tried to present a rough and
unsavory front to the world, but this was a boy whose mother, before she
had to abandon him, had taught him right from wrong, and how to respect a
woman, and many other things that she saw in his attitude and behavior that
proved his mother to be a woman of breeding, despite her low station in
life.  Laurie wished she could meet the woman who had raised Kit to be the
boy...  no man that he was.

   "I have learned some things that have changed the way I think about
other things." she said cryptically.  She didn't want to tell him that her
Uncle had gotten his own sister pregnant, and that Laurie was the result.

   "Let me put it this way.  I have no prospects.  My Uncle is not wealthy,
nor can he give me a dowry.  So I will probably spend my life here, at this
place.  Now, in this place there are exactly two men.  At least right now.
There is nothing wrong with me.  I'm healthy and most girls my age are
married.  Every woman thinks about children and those things.  My Uncle is
an attentive man, who has his own needs.  Then there is you.  You are a
handsome man, my own age, who likes to look at me.  I don't know what your
plans are, but I like you.  If I am to be fully a woman, it will involve
either you or my Uncle."

   He stared at her with his mouth open.  "You would let your Uncle...  do
those things?  he finished, turning red.

   "Perhaps" she said, milking steadily.  "I might let YOU do those things
too."

   "But I haven't even proposed marriage!" he said, shocked.  "And why
would you?" she said.  "I have nothing to offer you, really.  You could
leave this place and make your fortune.  You could have any woman you
choose to then.  Why would you remove all options by committing yourself to
me?"

   "Do you not pine to be in love?" he asked, sitting down.  He wasn't
looking up her bare legs any more.

   "That would be wonderful.  I already have some strong feelings for my
Uncle, who has been very good to me ...  to us ...  when he didn't have to
be.  I have some strong feelings for you too.  You saved my life, as far as
I am concerned.  I could not possibly be ashamed to be mother to your
child, even if we were not married.  Does that shock you?  Should I have
gone to the brothels after all?"

   He sat, saying nothing while she finished milking the cow.  Eventually
he spoke.

   "My heart would break if I saw you in a whore house.  I'd kill any man
who bought you."

   She felt a thrill as she realized he thought he was serious.

   He went on.  "But your Uncle would kill me if I touched you."

   "My Uncle suggested I should be paying a lot more attention to you,
instead of him." she said.

   His eyes got big.  "I can't take this!  Don't tell me you and your Uncle
have...  ?"

   "No, silly" she said, laughing.  "He has made me feel welcome.  He has
made me feel good.  He has made me feel loved.  He has not taken any
liberties with me that I feel were inappropriate."

   "But he HAS taken liberties with you." he said, somewhat sullenly.

   "Yes.  Some.  I won't lie to you.  I like you too much for that." she
said.  "I'm scared you will think I'm a slut though."

   "I don't know what to think" he said.  "But I know you are no slut. 
Even though you have let me see...  private things.  I KNOW you are no
slut."

   "Would you think me a slut if I...  paid more attention to you?  As my
Uncle suggests?" She smiled.

   "I'd be too shy.  I don't know what to do.  I mean, I know how to please
myself, but...  to be with a woman...  a beautiful woman.  I'd feel
stupid." He was looking at his toes.

   She got an idea.  "When was the last time you had a bath?"

   His head jerked up.  "What?  Why?  What does that have to do with
anything?"

   "Come with me" she said.  She took him into the fort.  He glanced
fearfully at Martin, who lay snoring in the big bed.  She led him to the
big bathtub and he gawked at the size of it.  Then he gawked as she turned
the tap and hot water poured into it.

   "I need a bath" she said as she unbuttoned the shirt and dropped it. 
She stood naked before him and thought his eyes would pop out of his head.

   "I think you need a bath too" she said, as she approached him and began
undoing buttons.

   His hands hung limp until she got his shirt open.  Then he helped,
darting looks across the room at her Uncle.  He wore nothing beneath his
pants, and flushed red as his erection was exposed.  But she didn't laugh
or take any particular notice of it, while he couldn't keep his eyes off of
her loveliness.

   They climbed into the tub and she held out the soap to him.  "Wash me"
she said softly.

   He thought he'd die as his hands slid across her naked body.  He'd never
seen a naked woman before, much less touched one.  He'd jacked off every
day since he'd met her, thinking of something just like this, and now he
was here, with her and she was letting him touch her.  He washed around her
breasts until she took his hand and slid it onto one.  The same happened
when his hand dipped lower.  He couldn't make himself do it, but she took
his hand and made it go between her legs.  He couldn't help but explore.

   She leaned over and whispered.  "Your finger...  let it...  enter. 
There's a place it will fit."

   "Up." she prompted

   "Yessss there." she sighed.

   He was amazed as his finger went into her.  Then he felt her hand on his
prick and his knees buckled.  He had to let go of her to keep from falling
down and they ended up on their knees, facing each other, the front of
their bodies pressed together.  He knew how to kiss, and he did that with
her until he thought he'd suffocate.  Her hand found him again, under the
water and she stroked him until his penis let loose the treasure it held
inside.

   A gruff voice came from across the room "Don't make so much noise! 
Can't a man sleep in his own bed?"

   Kit froze, but when nothing else happened and she smiled and kissed him,
they got out and dried off, sneaking outside, still naked.  They went to
the barn, to the loft, where his bed was made.  She taught him how to use
his mouth on her, and she experimented with using her mouth on him, getting
her first full measure of creamy thick cum straight from the source.  She
gulped and swallowed it lovingly, noting it had a different taste than that
of her Uncle.  Different, but still good.  Then they napped in each other's
arms.

   That night Laurie didn't even put on her nightgown.  She lay in bed,
waiting, as her Uncle puttered around in the workshop.  Then he saw her,
lying there naked, looking at him.  "Where is that worthless boy?" he
growled.

   "I imagine he's in the loft in the barn." she said.  "That's where he
usually goes after supper."

   "And why aren't YOU in the loft in the barn?" he said.

   "Because you are here.  There is not much time before you must go up
there" she pointed.  "And I am very tense."

   He came over, picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and
kissed her soundly.  "So...  you think you are woman enough for two men?"
She kissed him back.  "I think there are two men I am very fond of, and I
want to be with both of them.  But not at the same time."

   He guffawed, but then quit smiling.  "Has Kit made love to you?"

   She looked into his eyes.  "Only in the same ways you have made love to
me."

   "There is something yet to be done...  something you have never done
before with any man." he said.

   She didn't blush this time.  "I am afraid to do that with you.  I fear I
would be split in two, regardless of what you say about you and my mother.
You must have been smaller then.  No woman could take what you offer." She
was quite firm about that.

   "It is true that to do this with me would be a time consuming thing, at
least the first few times.  Perhaps another man...  a younger man...  might
be your first.  Then later, when your body was more used to the... 
feeling. Maybe then I could love you as I loved your mother."

   "Perhaps" she agreed, though she was sad.  Almost everything she had
ever done, she had done with this man first.  She wished there were a way
she could become fully a woman with him as well.  She was distantly amazed
that she had already decided TO become fully a woman.  There was something
she could do for him, though.

   "But now, let me show you what I practiced while you slept."

   She used her mouth on him, and he sighed and groaned and almost choked
her with the amount of sperm he flushed into her sucking lips.  She
couldn't swallow it all, and it ran out of the corners of her mouth and
down her chest as she tried her best not to lose a single drop.  She was
panting when she pulled her mouth off of him.

   "Surely, if it ever does that inside my body, I will get with child
instantly!" she panted.

   "I hope so" he grinned.

   The next morning, when he came down from the tower, she was waiting for
him and she sucked him again, as he lay back on the bed.  He pulled her
hips around and lifted her until he could get to her pussy, which he licked
and sucked as she swallowed his spend.  After breakfast he fell into bed.

   Kit looked at Laurie with yearning in his eyes.

   "Chores first." she said.

   Chores never got done quicker than they did that day.  She had already
decided to give herself to him, and she wanted to do it in the light of the
sun, with the breeze around them.  She brought out blankets and made them a
bed in the tall waving grasses, on one of the few flat spots that had real
dirt between the rocks.  Then she lay back in that bed, gloriously naked,
breasts heaving, legs spread for him as he mounted her.

   Neither of them knew what to do.  She had seen her parents, and they had
made it seem so simple.  Her father fisted his penis, stroked it a few
times, pointed it at her mother's pussy, and slid right in.

   But Kit's erection, firm and straight as only a young man's erection can
be, poked and prodded and glanced off and slid around, but did not enter
her sex.  Finally, she reached down and grasped it, holding it where she
could feel was right.  She didn't know what to expect, but she took a
breath and said "Now...  push."

   Kit had never done anything like this before.  He had lusted after this
very woman.  He could spurt with the best of them in a spurting contest. 
But he didn't know what to expect either.  So when she told him to push, he
slammed his hips downward.  His prick sliced into her like a knife into
butter.

   A very cold knife, into practically frozen butter.

   She was tight.  She was well lubricated by her desire, but she was still
tight.  It didn't hurt her, really, though she felt very stretched and
full. It actually hurt HIM, because his foreskin got stuck on the OUTSIDE
of her pussy, while his prick merrily burrowed INSIDE her pussy.

   The problem, however, was temporary.  Once he felt her wet heat surround
him, Kit succumbed to the bane of all young men - premature ejaculation. 
His cock simply exploded and pumped his balls empty in his very first
stroke inside his very first woman.

   A combination of things happened.  First, all that slippery sperm super
lubricated her, and the friction lessened considerably.  Second, Kit,
knowing he had just spilled his seed inside this woman he loved, became
INSANELY impassioned.  For that reason his prick softened only enough to
allow easier movement in her.  Third, when Laurie felt that wet heat being
injected into her, she had a similar reaction to the fact that her nubile
and fertile pussy was now filled chock full with that fluid that could make
her belly swell with a baby.  Her vaginal muscles relaxed enough that the
pressure was almost gone.

   He made an experimental attempt at sliding out and then back in.  Within
seconds he was fucking her like they'd been lovers for years.  Her hips
soon found the rhythm and assisted his thrusts.  Her orgasm wasn't far
behind, and when she wrapped both her arms and legs around him, crying out
her ecstasy, he couldn't help but give her another helping of his thick
semen.

   They had to rest then.  But by the end of the day, they had made love
six times, not counting the times she had impatiently tried to stiffen him
with her mouth.  Three of THOSE times she failed, to her chagrin, but he
urged her not to give up.  It wasn't until that third time that she
realized he knew nothing would happen, and was just trying to have the
wonderful feeling of her mouth on him because it felt good.  She slapped
his bare buttocks in revenge, and demanded that he return the favor, which
he did, with vigor and enthusiasm.

   The next week was like that.  They couldn't keep their hands off of each
other.

   Martin watched, a sad smile on his face.  It was obvious they were taken
with each other.  She hadn't asked her uncle to pleasure her for days now,
always disappearing after supper and staying gone until he'd gone up into
the tower to work.

   He feared there was no room for him in this relationship, but that was
all right.  He'd been alone before they came.  She was a sweet slice of
happiness, though, and he'd been happy for the first time in a long time
when she'd let him touch her that first time.  He did make note of the fact
that she was always in his bed in the morning, but thought that only
natural, since the boy had only hay for a bed!

   He was wrong about that.

   One morning he came down and found her there, in his bed, as usual.  She
was naked, also as usual.  She was awake and waiting for him.

   "I am ready for you to be my lover." she said simply.

   "Oh?" he rumbled.

   "Yes, I have practiced, and I am quite certain that I was wrong
before... when I said no woman could take you.  I want to...  try." "What
about Kit?" he said.  He didn't want a jealous boy making things difficult.

   "He knows how I feel about you." she said.

   "And how DO you feel about me?" he asked.

   "I love you.  You are my father.  You are my Uncle.  You are my friend.
I want you for my lover too.  I want to have your babies." She was very
matter-of-fact.

   "And what about Kit?" he said.

   "I want to have his babies too." she said, as if it were the most normal
thing in the world.  "I'll marry him, if he'll have me.  But I want to live
here, with you.  I want to take care of you when you're too old to father
children on me."

   "That's going to be a lot of babies" he said, trying not to laugh.

   "Enough to man this lighthouse until the sea washes it away." she said.
He stripped.  He was hard...  VERY hard...  the idea of getting into this
delicious girl had him primed and ready.  He worked her over first, making
her limp with multiple orgasms before he mounted her and fit the head of
his huge member to her pussy lips.

   He went slowly, doing intentionally what Kit had done by accident.  He
pressed the tip into her and jacked his cock.  He felt his balls tighten
and let one shot of his seed squirt into her pussy.  Then he clamped off
his cock, stopping his cum.  He had to wait a minute to get control, and
used that minute, with his hand firmly gripping his cock, to slide gently
forward, making her vulva stretch around him.

   She lay loose, and he could tell she was trying to relax her muscles, to
take him in.  His sperm made her slippery and he pressed on.  It took him
half an hour, but in the end, he had all but the last inch in her when he
hit bottom.  She groaned, but not in pain.  There was an ache that she
felt, but it was the ache of tendons being stretched, or something similar.

   She lifted her head and stared at where his thick cock entered her body.
"I do not believe my eyes." she panted.

   "Then close them, and believe this" he said.  He pulled almost out and
then slid back in.  She groaned again, a sound of mixed distress and
pleasure.  He did it again, more slowly and she smiled.  Another four or
five minutes of that and he was sliding in and out of her more or less
effortlessly, relatively speaking.  She was tight as a wet glove around
him, but he was able to slide into her without problem.  He prodded the end
of her pussy with the tip of his cock, hitting the same places his finger
had that very first time she had orgasmed.

   She had thought she couldn't have an orgasm stuffed so full, but she was
wrong, and when it overtook her she cried out with joy.  Right in the
middle of it he sucked her nipples; something he knew made her orgasms much
more intense.  Her pussy muscles rippled around his prod.  "Are you sure
about the babies?" he groaned.

   "Yes...  OH YES" she squealed as she felt his prick swell even more. 
Then he pinned her to the bed, impaled by his rampant prick as it flooded
her with more spunk than she could hold.  Like it had run out of her mouth
and down her body, it spurted out around his cock and ran down her buttocks
onto the bed.

   "For my beautiful baby" he grunted, as his cock spat even more into her.

   At that precise moment, she knew what she had been made for.  She had
been made to do THIS.

   Finally they were done.  Unlike her sessions with Kit, neither of them
was interested in going again and again.  In this case, he rolled sideways,
holding her and they rested.  His cock pulled out of her and she sighed, a
mixture of relief from being SO stuffed, and regret that she couldn't have
it in her.  Both of them felt the wet spot their hips were lying on.

   Two weeks later the parson came out and married Kit and Laurie to each
other.

   Kit and Laurie started going up into the tower with Martin to learn the
trade.  Laurie carried her first baby while she became expert at working
the light, and reading weather signs.  Kit developed skills of
blacksmithing, and woodworking, learning how to make each piece of the
machinery necessary for the light to work, except for the big lenses that
had to be made by glass craftsmen.

   Later, when Laurie was uncomfortable climbing the many steps, Kit and
Martin alternated, working every other night.  Only one bed was really
needed.  When Martin was working the light, Kit and his wife used the bed.
When Kit was working, Laurie's bed...  and pussy were warmed by her Uncle.

   Her first child was a girl, who looked so much like Kit that everyone
could see it.

   Her second was a strapping boy, with thick black hair and sturdy
shoulders.  He would be taller than his mother by the time he was twelve.

   The other seven children?
   Well, there are pictures.  You can be the judge.  


  
Uncle's lighthouse