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Paige Ch. 01

By: psylic



Chapter 1: The Party Girl


 I picked Paige up from her party about 12:30. She was pretty drunk. She was looking hot. She kept looking at me with her bedroom eyes and licking her lips.

I got her into the car and climbed into the driver's seat.

"Thanks for picking me up." she said. 

"No problem."

"All my girlfriends think you're hot, you know," she purred

"It that right?"

"Yeah. And you know why they say that? 'Cause you're so hot."

"Paige, stop that," I said. I was flattered. This little cutie telling me I was hot, got me exited.

Paige was quite a little hellion, but good at heart. She was a sassy little thing, and she had been in a little trouble. She'd come home drunk a couple of times. Her mom found her pot stash and threw it out. She got caught going down on her boyfriend in the backseat of her mom's car. And then there was the time she got busted for shop-lifting. That scared the shit out of her. She'd been pretty good since then. 

I was backing the car up, which caused me to throw my arm behind the passenger's seat and turn my head in her direction. I smelled the liquor on her breath, even over what I'd had to drink. She leaned closer to me and gently pressed her lips against my neck She had her hand on my thigh. I wasn't in a position to physically react, so all I could do was say, "Stop it," although I didn't want it to end.

"What's the matter?" she asked. "Don't you like it?"

"Of course I do," I said, and realized right away what a mistake it was to say that. I was trying not to hurt her feelings.

"M-m-m," she said. "He likes it." She slid her hand up to my cock, which was already hard, and stroked it.

Once I was driving forward, I could reach down and move her hand. But when I laid my hand on hers, I gently squeezed and slid my fingers up the wrist and forearm before pulling her hand away.

"I love you." she whispered.

"I love you too"

"No. I love you! I've loved you for a long time" she said.

"I've always loved you," I said. She was my late brother Carl's daughter. Of course I loved her. And I knew she'd always had a crush on me. And since she had blossomed into a young woman, I had fought to resist some very unhealthy urges. 

She leaned in and pressed her lips against my neck again. I was way too slow at resisting. She slid her lips up to my ear and whispered, "I'm in love with you." My heart almost burst through my chest. She sounded so much like her mother. 

I had dated her mom, Sarah, before she married my brother. The flame I had never really died, at least not in my heart. And Paige looked just like her mother. Paige's mom, Sarah had never told me she loved me, until after she had married my brother. Then it all meant something different.

Paige and her mom were both petite. Paige was five feet tall and Sarah was barely four feet eleven. They had delicate features, the kind of face that would be cute, even at sixty or seventy. Her delicate,petite size and features made her appear younger than her eighteen years, just as her mother always seemed much younger than she was. 

Paige had her hand on my dick. I pulled the car over before moving her hand this time. When I did, I squeezed it again, pulled it up to my chest and held it there.

"Paige, you have to stop this!" I said sternly. Her face was only inches from mine now. She was looking into my eyes, in the dim light. With that look, she said things that should never be spoken aloud. She leaned in closer, I leaned toward her and we kissed. We kissed deeply and passionately. All the while, I was thinking, "What am I doing? This has to stop!"

She had unfastened my jeans and had her little fingers wrapped around my manhood. I wanted it to go on, but I knew I had to stop it. I found I had run my hand up under her blouse and was caressing her breast. 

"We can't do this," I told her.

"We have too," she said, then dropped her head down and took my cock into her mouth.

I slid my seat back to give her room, and ran my fingers through her wavy hair. She wrapped her little lips around the head and plunged down on my member. Her small mouth could only take in half of my rod. She slid her lips back, took my dick out of her mouth and began to lick it. It was her lollipop. She licked it from top to bottom. Her saliva was dripping down to my balls. She took me into her mouth again, as deep as she could, a bit more than half way now.

I wanted to pull her on top of me, and fuck her like I had imagined, so many times. I wanted to come in her mouth. I knew I should stop all this. 

Before I could make another move, I said, "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yes!" she said. "Cum for me." She took just the head of my throbbing cock in her lips and started jacking me off, into her mouth. She wanted my cum in her mouth. I moved her hand away and began to get off. 

I hadn't cum for a while, so it was quite a load. I could hear her sucking, slurping, greedily. She sucked me dry and swallowed every drop. She sucked me until I was soft, and then got me hard again. It was the best head I had ever gotten.

She moved her face up to mine. Her small hand began to caress my spent, but hard, wet cock. She kissed me again. She tasted like booze and sex. 

"So," she breathed, "You gonna take me home and fuck me, or what?"

Paige Ch. 01



The first day back to school after summer vacation is always filled with a bit of anxiety, infused with both tentativeness and excitement. The beginning of my senior year was no different. I arrived at school and spent some time catching up with people I'd not seen since the end of May, saying hi to friends, and scoping out the handful of new students we invariably get each year. It's always interesting to see who's changed over the summer, and to see what the new blood looks like. I had just turned 18 and was looking forward to a year of being at the top of the social structure of the school.

As I made my way through the building I could pick out only a couple of new kids, both of whom appeared significantly younger than me. It seemed as if there was to be no one to get excited over during my last year in high school. That changed when I walked into my new homeroom classroom.

Sitting in the back of the room was a gorgeous, exotic-looking girl I'd not seen before. I couldn't place her ethnicity, but she definitely stood out in a school with 600 students, all but about a dozen of whom were white. When she noticed I was looking at her, she shot a quick smile my way. I returned the favor.

At 7:30, Mrs. Wilson, our homeroom teacher, made a few announcements and then began taking roll. As she went down the list, she mentioned a name I didn't recognize; I assumed it was the new girl. When she was done figuring out who was in the right classroom and who wasn't, she proceeded to introduce the new girl to the class. 

"I'd like to introduce Paige to the class. She's 18 and comes to us from Hawaii. Her parents just moved to the area and she'll be spending her senior year with us here at Jackson Hole High School. Everyone welcome her to JHHS when you get the chance."

I turned around and looked at Paige, and had just enough time to think to myself, I certainly will welcome her, when Mrs. Wilson continued...

"Danielle, I've assigned you as her mentor since your class schedule is almost identical to hers. Show her around, let her know how things work here, and make sure she gets all her stuff in order." Our school had a policy of assigning a mentor to new students to ensure their transition into the school was relatively painless and trouble free for them (and the school). I drew the lucky straw on this one, it seemed. "Paige, Danielle has been here for years, and she's very experienced." There were a couple of muffled giggles behind me; I rolled my eyes at the immature little fucks. 

After sitting through the litany of changed rules and policies for the new school year, it was time to head off to our first class. I hurried back to Paige to introduce myself. "Hi, there. I'm Danielle, or 'Dani' as most people know me. It's very nice to meet you. Welcome to Jackson High, and for that matter welcome to Jackson. Coming from Hawaii to Jackson Hole must be quite the scenery change for you." Her dark brown eyes were absolutely gorgeous, and she had a smile that would brighten any room. Her lithe figure reminded me of a long-distance runner. I was instantly infatuated.

She extended her hand to meet mine. "Hi, Dani. Thanks for the welcome. It has been quite a culture shock for me, yes. It's a lot cooler here for sure, and there seems to be a serious lack of beaches," she said, chuckling.

"Yeah, we got rid of our oceanfront property several million years ago from what I understand," I said with a wink, making an obscure, but hopefully humorous reference to the geological history of the area. "Our first class is AP English. It's just two doors down, so let's head that way." We left homeroom and headed down the hall to Ms. Craig's classroom. She'd been teaching English at JHHS since the school opened 10 years ago, and was the only English instructor most of us had known during our entire tenure at the school.

"So what brings your family here to Jackson?"

"My dad is a regional sales manager for an international real estate brokerage firm. He was responsible for the Pacific region, but they promoted him to cover the western U.S. The position is based here in Jackson, so...here we are."

Over the remaining few minutes before class started, we talked some more about her move. I took out a campus map and explained where everything was, and what she needed to know about navigating the hallways in the building. She had a few questions of her own, and I tried to answer them as best I could. Once we got school minutiae out of the way, I decided to find out more about my new friend.

"Did you have a boyfriend in Hawaii? Or maybe a girlfriend?" I long ago made it a point never to presume heterosexuality in anyone. Paige's head cocked ever so slightly and she raised an eyebrow. Clearly, she waswas caught off-guard by the nature of my question. 

"I had to leave a boyfriend behind, yes. We'd been together for a couple of years, and it's been...pretty tough." 

"I bet. Wow." I let it drop at this point. I knew she'd play that question over and over in her head, and I sure didn't want to depress her by making her think about the friend she'd left behind. Besides, my gaydar wasn't going off with her at all, so I didn't sense that she had any real interest in girls. Yet. And I didn't want to scare her away right after we'd just met.

We had four more classes before lunchtime arrived. "You're welcome to sit with us at lunch, Paige."

"Thank you. And thanks for being so welcoming."

"She's just checking you out." Samantha, one of my closest friends, had joined us in the hallway as we walked to the lunchroom. Paige's confused look spurred Sam to continue. "Dani likes girls. Like, you know, really likes girls. Boys, too, but she's got a sweet spot for girls."

Paige turned to look at me. I grinned and continued walking toward the stairwell that led down to the basement where the cafeteria was already bustling with the 200 or so students who packed it at this time of the day. My two cohorts followed me.

We snaked our way through the lunch line, and then headed out to sit at the same table my friends and I had claimed as our own for the past three years, right next to the window overlooking the courtyard. I introduced our new classmate to the rest of my crew, almost all of whom I'd known since our elementary school days. 

When we were done with lunch, I took Paige on a tour of the rest of the building. Our earlier conversations had clearly left an impression on her. "So you like girls, huh? Like...sexually?"

"Yes, I do." I intoned, unapologetically.

She seemed lost in thought for a moment. "You don't seem...gay."

"I'm not. Like Sam said, I like boys and girls, both. I'm bisexual." Semantics aside, I was quite proud of the fact that I fell for the person, and the gender they presented as meant little, if anything to me. 

"So you've actually had sex with another girl before?"

"That's kind of a personal question, don't you think?" I said teasingly. Paige took me seriously, though.

"Oh, damn, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to pry, seriously."

She'd clearly become comfortable enough with me to ask such an intensely personal question. "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, seriously. I was just messing with you." I giggled, and a look of relief came across her face.

"The answer to your question is yes, though. And it's fucking incredible." I silently mouthed the "fucking" in a faux attempt to suggest shame at even mentioning the word. As she'd come to know soon enough, I'm known for my potty mouth. 

Paige's questioning told me a couple of things. First, she wasn't put off by the idea of lesbian sex, and second, she had at least some latent interest in me. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been asking questions. Noted.

"Is it much different than sex with a guy? I mean, other than the obvious difference?"

I turned to face Paige and moved in closer to her so that our faces were less than a foot apart, primarily so that no one else would hear what I had to say, but I also wanted to see how she'd react to me getting up close and personal with her. It didn't seem to faze her in the least. "It is different. Girls are softer than guys, they like to kiss and cuddle for hours at a time, and they tend to have a lot more stamina. They smell different. And they have completely different approaches to the physical act of sex. It's actually hard to explain, really. It's something that must be experienced to be understood in my opinion." I let the conversation die at that point and there was a brief moment of silence. 

Even though I'd only known her for about five hours, I decided to get a bit bolder. "Have you ever kissed a girl, Paige?"

"That's kind of a personal question, don't you think?" Turnabout was fair play it seemed, and though I could see a hint of blush in her face, she was clearly playing the mischievous little minx. 

I broke out into a huge grin. "Touche. Well done." Clearly, she was going to be fun to spar with it seemed.

"I have, actually. I've made out with a friend, in fact. We were dancing at a party at a club and we both had a bit of alcohol in us. We got really close dancing and we both just kind of leaned in and kissed each other. When we got home we were still a bit buzzed so we made out. But that was it. It never went any further, and we've never talked about it since." I noticed her eyes had shifted their focus from my eyes to my lips, a sure sign that she was at least wondering what it'd be like to kiss me. 

"That's too bad."

"What, that it never went any further?"

"Well, yeah, that, too, but mainly that you never talked about it again." My comment seemed to genuinely befuddle Paige. "So do you think you have any interest in actually being with a girl?"

"Oh, my gosh, Samantha was right wasn't she?" The grin returned to Paige's face.

I just smiled and pointed down the hallway. "Your next class is in the room at the last door on the left, just before the stairwell there. You'll have to brave Calculus on your own, sadly. But Mr. Hobart is one of the coolest teachers in the school. You'll like him. I have study hall next period, and then I'm headed home, so I guess I'll...see you tomorrow morning." I paused for a second. "Give me your phone."

She handed me her phone and I entered my cell number and hit the SEND button, then quickly canceled the call. "There. You have my number. If you need anything, anything at all, if you get lost in the building, or whatever, feel free to call me." I handed the phone back to her, turned around and walked to study hall in the band room. When the dismissal rang 45 minutes later, I headed out to my car and drove home, congratulating myself on not having made a move too quickly. Paige was intelligent, witty, had a great sense of humor, and seemed rather outgoing. And she wasn't afraid to come right back at you if you teased her about something. Exactly my type of girl. 

Tuesday morning I got to school a bit late, but in plenty of time to get to homeroom before the late bell rang. I wanted to sit by Paige, but the seat next to her was taken. I asked the guy sitting there to swap seats with me, and he agreed. Reluctantly, but he did get up and move. He'd probably arrived early specifically so he could get a seat next to the pretty newcomer, too. I hated to burst his bubble, but such is life.

"Good morning. You survived Calculus, it seems."

"Yes, I did. And you were right, Mr. Hobart is awesome. He makes the class fun, which is hard to do with calculus." 

We discussed a variety of other random things until Mrs. Wilson began taking roll. At one point I put my hand on Paige's to stress a point in the conversation we were having. She glanced down at our hands and then back at me with a slightly unsure look. I pretended not to notice and let my hand linger for a couple more seconds, then withdrew it and carried on as if nothing had happened. The rest of the day passed without me so much as mentioning anything related to romance or sex. I was going to let her bring it up or wonder if the day before had been merely an anomaly.

Over the next several days, Paige and I began to hang out together after class, and spent long hours in the evening on the phone with one another. We talked about a variety of things: boys, girls, the scenery around Jackson, hiking, school, families, etc. She seemed to be interested in getting closer, but I wasn't going to rush anything. 

I watched her fend off advances from several of the boys, including the captain of the school's basketball team, widely recognized as the school's most eligible guy, having been rendered single courtesy of his long-time girlfriend dumping him over the summer for an as yet unknown reason. I took this as a sign that she wanted to see what happened with us before she just jumped into the scene to find a boyfriend, or maybe even another girlfriend. Since she was new, literally every boy that wasn't attached (and a few who were) was fawning over her vying for attention. All to no avail. And while we had a couple of girls in school who were known to prefer the fairer sex, neither of them would dare approach Paige as long as it was known I was interested in her. And of course, my hanging out with her continuously broadcast that message unambiguously.

When we were together, I began to notice that she'd brush up against me, or her hand would touch mine, all seemingly accidentally during the course of our going about our daily routine. Having done much of this myself in the past, I recognized what she was doing and I was enjoying being on the receiving end of the attention rather than the one doling it out for a change.

There were several times where I had the urge to give in and kiss Paige, but I didn't want her first serious kiss with another girl to be in the girls' bathroom, in a musty stairwell, or a hurried "we don't want to get caught" peck in the hallway. I wanted it to be memorable for her in a positive way, regardless of what eventually transpired between us.

My friends soon began to take notice of the seriousness with which I was pursuing Paige. "Dude, you are crushing hard. I've never seen you act like this over anyone before."

"Is it that obvious, Sam?" If she was bringing it to my attention, it must be pretty noticeable. "She's just got a certain something about her, a certain kind of sexy innocence that really drives me wild. And when she smiles, it just...makes me melt inside. But you're right, it is a major crush. I'm still not sure she'd even go for a relationship with another girl, though." I sighed. 

"Well, she hasn't pushed you away with as close as you've gotten to her so far, that's for sure. And for what it's worth, I think you two would make an absolutely stunning couple."

"You really think so?" Sam nodded her head in the affirmative as we pulled into her driveway. 

Even my parents, or at least my mother, took note. "I've noticed you spending a lot more time on the phone these days. A boy at school piqued your interest?" 

I stopped making my ham sandwich just long enough to look up and give her an ever so slight smile, but didn't say a word. 

"Ahh, it's another girl, isn't it?" I had come out to my parents the previous year when I had started dating my first real girlfriend. They never seemed bothered by it, and in fact, often liked to tease me. My mother had even confided in me that she had an interest for a woman she met in college, though she never acted on it. She knew where I was coming from.

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Do I know her?"

"No. She's a new kid, her family just moved here from Hawaii. She's really awesome, though. You'd totally like her I believe."

"Hawaii? That's quite a radical change of scenery." I spent a few minutes giving her the background on Paige and why I was so smitten with her, then finished packing my lunch and went on about my business.

Things continued to progress with Paige. On our third Friday at school, I asked if she'd like to stick around and head over to the football game the school was having with our regional archrival. After checking with her parents, she accepted my offer. We helped several other students decorate the school's main entrance foyer for the fall until it was time for the game.

As we walked over to the football stadium, talking about dumb, random bullshit, I let my hand fall next to hers, and then slid it down the inside of her wrist and into her hand to interlock our fingers. My heart stopped beating for a few milliseconds while I awaited her reaction. Would she be okay with this or not? If not, I might have destroyed a budding relationship. Just about anyone who's ever entered into a new relationship knows this feeling. You want to take that next step, but you just don't know if the person you're interested in feels the same way. I hate that uncertainty, but wouldn't trade it for the world. My tummy was so full of butterflies I thought I was going to throw up.

She didn't pull her hand away. I held it for a brief second, and then brought it up and pretended to be examining her life line. "Looks like you're in for a long life, if you believe in that sort of thing."

I felt her turn to look at me, so I turned my face to meet her eyes. Neither of us said a word, but the ear-to-ear smile on her face told me what I needed to know. We started to move into one another to kiss, but the school cheerleading squad came running by with their entourage in tow, interrupting any chance I had of sealing the deal at that point. We continued on to the stadium and my heart resumed its regular rhythm, though the butterflies remained. We spent the entire game joined at the hip. Afterward, I took her home and walked her to the front door.

As we exchanged a bit of good night banter, I noticed again that she kept looking at my mouth. I sensed that if I didn't take action she was going to, even though that just didn't seem to be her style. I started playing with her hair, then placed my hands on her hips and leaned in close enough to allow my lips to linger a hair's breadth from hers, just for a couple of seconds to see if she was going to pull away. She didn't. 

Her scent was intoxicating, erotic. I could easily have spent an hour there breathing her in. When our lips finally met, her kiss was soft but aggressive, and not the least bit tentative. I've yet to find anything that gets my juices flowing like that very first kiss with a new lover, especially with someone who's as into you as you are into them in that very moment. It's one of the most magical feelings imaginable. 

"God, you really know how to kiss," I whispered as I kissed my way down her cheek. I'd grabbed her hair gently and began kissing my way around the side of her face and behind her ear, my absolute favorite place to be kissed. I've never known a girl who didn't melt when kissed there, and I wanted to leave an impression. Based on the little exhalation of air from her mouth, I think my plan succeeded.

As we stood alone that cool night on her front porch, with just the faint light of the one bulb next to the front door illuminating us, all I could hear was the heartbeat in my chest and the interplay of our breathing patterns as we continued teasing each others' mouths with our own. At that very moment, there was nothing else in the world except the two of us.

Thus began what would turn out to be an interesting year for the both of us.



Paige Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Back at home

By the time we had gotten back to her mother's house Paige was asleep. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed. The idea of taking her to bed was on my mind all the way. We would have the house to our selves for the next two days, so we could have gotten away with it. After what we had already done in the car, it wouldn't have mattered.

Crazy kid kept telling me she wanted us to run away together and get married. "It must be legal somewhere," she said. "Don't you wanna?"

"Sure I do!" I said. I kept telling her the things she wanted to hear. She might not remember any of this tomorrow. That would be best. 

After she nodded off, I kept thinking of the things she'd said. "Are you gonna take me home and fuck me, or what?" "Let's run away together." " We could get married and live together forever." "We could sleep together, and make sweet, sweet love every night."

I looked over at Paige and saw her beautiful, young face appear and disappear as the street lamps flashed past her car window. She looked more and more like her mother with each passing glimpse.

I thought back to when I first met Sarah. We were in high school. She was a senior and I was a sophomore. I had admired her from afar since I had first laid eyes upon her. When I first saw her I didn't realize she was a senior, being that she was so small and looked so young. Had I known she was a senior I would probably never have approached her, thinking I would have never had a chance with an "older woman".

I remembered that day in the library when I saw her reading "The Old Man and the Sea". I sat down beside her and said, "So, you like Hemingway?"

"This is the first thing of his I've read," she replied. "Required reading."

I remembered suggesting "A Farewell to Arms." We talked and laughed, till we got kicked out of the library and I fell in love. I remembered her tiny little voice and her cute little giggle. I asked her out to a movie, and she accepted. I think it was "The Good-Bye Girl", she picked the movie. We went out two more times before I introduced her to Carl. That fateful night I got Sarah into the back seat of Carl's Mustang. I got into her pants and it was over in a flash. That was all she wrote. Carl was older. It was his Mustang. They seemed more suited for one another, and soon they were dating.

My feelings for Sarah never changed. I loved her from that day in the library forward. I stepped aside for my big brother, but I would have taken his place in a heart-beat. 

I kept waiting for Sarah to realize that it was me that was better for her, it was me that she really loved. And although she later gave me the impression that was how she felt, as well, she got pregnant and married my brother, right out of high school. They met in March and in November they presented the world with Paige Alexandra McConnell, the second most incredible creature I had ever beheld. 

I recalled the times that Carl was working double shifts to make extra money and Sarah was convinced he was cheating on her. I knew better, but I would baby-sit with little Paige while Sarah drove around to all the bars looking for Carl. She would come home and we would sit and talk. I would assure her that everything was going to be alright. I could have easily cast aspersions on Carl and lead her to believe that he was cheating and I should be her man. But that's not me. If Sarah would have wanted me, it would have to be on better terms. 

I thought back to when Paige was just a little kid, which seemed like only yesterday. I remembered the times right after Carl died, how important I became to Sarah and Paige. I gave up an opportunity to go to Seattle and take that IT job that I had worked to get for so long. Family was more important. I never regretted it. I tried to give them all the support I could. 

I remembered all those late nights, holding Sarah as she cried over Carl, helping her with her car and the house and the bills, trying to do all the things a man should do for her. Hoping all the while that she might recognize me as the man she needed and wanted. 

All this passed through my mind on that five mile car trip. That and the memory of that fabulous blow-job that my incredibly gorgeous little niece had just given me. 

The idea of sleeping with Paige was driving me mad. Or was it the idea of sleeping with her mother, and Paige was a substitute. The perfect substitute. I was relieved that she had fallen asleep. Once I got Paige home, I couldn't get her to wake up, so I carried her into the house and up to her room.

I gently placed her on her bed and admired her youthful beauty for a moment. Her face was angelic. Her breasts rose and fell rhythmically. Her stomach was tan and firm, with that little diamond stud in her navel sparkling in the ribbon of light that streamed through her window. Her jeans were so tight, they couldn't have been comfortable. I un-buttoned them, pulled the zipper down, and paused as she sighed.

I hesitated before deciding to take them off. I questioned my own motives. Was I doing this for her comfort, or for my own pleasure. It was for her, I assured myself. As I began to tug the waist down, she raised her hips to assist me, without opening her eyes. She did let out a soft moan. Once I got the jeans off of her I had to soak in her beauty again.

She lay there in just her little belly shirt and g-string. I wanted her so badly it hurt. I was just about to cover her up and leave , when she opened her eyes, just slightly, and said, "Don't leave me." She found my hand and pulled it softly to her bosom. "Sleep with me."

I leaned down and kissed her lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth. She still tasted of lip gloss, cognac, and my juices. It was delicious.

I unfastened my pants and let them fall to the floor. I crawled into her bed and hovered over her as we began to kiss again She was such a good kisser. Our mouths melted into one. I kissed across her cheek to her ear and whispered, "I love you." Could I be falling in love with her, I wondered, or was it just lust? At that point, it didn't matter. I had passed the point of no return.

"I love you too," she echoed. It was the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. 

I kissed down her neck, paused, and together we removed her tiny little shirt. I saw her breasts for the first time. They were perfect little mounds, with nipples that pointed straight up.I started to kiss and suck them as if they might yield the very milk of life. I kissed her firm little belly and kept moving down. I kissed and licked my way down her thigh, to the knee and back up. Down the other thigh to the knee, I spread her legs and moved to the inner thigh. I worked my way up toward heaven. 

She was moaning. She began to whisper, "Oh, Oh yes, Oh God yes." Her voice got louder and louder, the closer I got to her sweet little snatch. I could smell the musk of her pussy. She raised her hips and slid out of her thong. I licked all around her muff. Soft, light colored hair, just barely curly. I could see it even in that faint light. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose against it and breathed in deeply. "Eat me! Eat me!" she muttered as she ran the fingers of both hands through my hair .

I spread the plump lips of her pussy and softly licked her clitoris, she drew a deep, ragged breath. I ran my tongue up and down her wet little pussy, from top to bottom until neither of us could take it any longer. I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could and explored every corner I could reach. She was moaning and crying out, "Oh my God! Oh my God!" I had never gotten that much excitement from pleasing a girl in my life.

I slid back up to her clit. It was hot, swollen and emerging from beneath it's hood. I was able to get it between my lips and sucked it into my mouth as far as I could. I pulled it into my mouth and worked it with the tip of my tongue. I was suckling for the milk of life again. I felt the need to cum. I lifted my mouth from her hot, dripping box, and quickly kissed my was back up her body, until I was kissing her sweet lips again. I could no longer taste my juices, it was she that tasted her own. She could barely kiss, she was breathing so hard. Still she sucked and licked at my mouth greedily, between gasps.

It was then that I slid my throbbing cock inside her, slowly. Her snatch was dripping wet, hot and tight.

"Oh-ow-oh!" she cried.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"Hurt me! Fuck me!" she cried.

She held her breath until it was all the way in. I had never felt such ecstasy. I pulled back and thrust forward, and again, each time all the way in. Each time she drew a deep breath, and cried "Oh-ow-oh!" She began to thrust back against each stoke, until we reached a rhythm. After only a few minutes she started to shudder and her eyes rolled back. She was cumming. I drove my member as deep into her as I could and shot my load.

I almost collapsed on her, but I fell beside her, turning her to face me, so as not to pull out. I held her close, and kissed her again. I never wanted to take my dick out of her.

"You're my first, you know," she whispered.

"No way," I said. "Where'd you learn to be such a good lover?"

"You taught me," she sighed. "Just now." 

I didn't believe it for a minute, but it was a sweet little lie.



Paige Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The next morning

I woke up and opened my eyes slowly. I looked around and saw stuffed animals and posters of pop stars, and realized where I was. "Damn it!" I thought, "What have I done?" I'd had sex with my niece, Paige, and slept in her bed.

I lay there and pictured my lovely little Paige. How often had I gazed upon her and thought how much she looked like her mother, in the last year or so. In the past weeks she reminded me even more of Sarah at the age when I'd first met her. I imagined for a second that it was Sarah lying next to me, but then it came to mean more to me to relish the fact that it was Paige who was in my arms. It was Paige who loved me, unconditionally, in all the ways I needed and longed to be loved. It was Paige that had made love to me. It was Paige that wrapped her soft little lips around my throbbing, aching cock, and swallowed every drop of my cum. It was Paige that drew me into her bed and pulled me into her hot, wet, tight little pussy and fucked me. It was Paige that I really loved.

I didn't want to wake up there. If I had gotten out, she might not have remembered the things that we had done, the things that we had said. I was thinking that maybe I might have meant the things I'd said. Maybe I was in love with her. Maybe I would marry her, if it was possible, if it was legal. Strangely, I didn't regret the things that we had done.Still, I couldn't help but think that everyone might have been better off if I had woke up on her mother's couch, and she had awakened in her own bed, alone, with a hangover and little or no memory of the night before.

I lay very still and thought of who Paige really was. I thought back to when Paige was born and how proud Carl had been. He was a great dad and they were such a beautiful little family. I remembered how jealous I was, not only that Carl had Sarah, but that he had such a wonderful life. 

Paige was barely three years old when Carl died. She hardly remembered him at all. I stepped right up after Carl's passing and helped "my girls" in any way I could. I became a surrogate father to Paige and hoped I could be a surrogate husband to Sarah, and then, perhaps take Carl's place once and for all.

Paige became my little buddy. I taught her how to ride a bike, how to throw a ball, how to swim, how to spit between her teeth.

I helped coach her Little League team. I took her to gymnastics lessons. I took her fishing and to ball games. I tried so hard to endear myself to Sarah and show her I could be a good father, and also a good husband. None of that was meant to be.

When Paige was six, Sarah met Tom. A year later she and Tom were married. I gave Sarah away. Sarah, Tom and Paige became the perfect little family, or so it would appear. I was crushed. I had to get away.

I kicked around different parts of the country, doing different jobs for years. I eventually got married, but that only lasted five years. No one could measure up to Sarah. I wasn't a very good husband, either, I must admit.

Meanwhile, Sarah and Tom had set up a nice home and led a pleasant life as Paige matured into an angry and rebellious young lady. She was angry with me when ever I went home. She was angry that had I left her. She felt that I had abandoned her. Never mind that she had a wonderful home and loving parents. She missed me and wanted me in her life. So I returned to my home town and became friends with Tom and tried to play the part of the "good uncle". 

I lived my life, dating various women as I watched Sarah and her family from afar. I watched as Sarah struggled to keep her marriage together. I watched as Paige tested her mother's will at every turn. I did what I could to help council her. We had tons of heart to heart talks. It always came back to, "If you really loved me, we would have never left me!" I could never make her understand why I had to leave.

I lay there, in Paige's bed, with all those thoughts in my head, watching the room grow brighter, thinking, "I shouldn't be here. I should be on Sarah's couch." 

But here I was, with Paige snuggled up close to me, with her pretty little head on my shoulder and her hand on my stomach, just inches away from member, which was throbbing with morning wood. There was no way I could get out of her bed without waking her, but I needed to try.

As soon as I moved, she slid her hand down to my hard cock, and wrapped her slender fingers around it. She started to gently stoke it. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Good morning," I answered.

She turned her cute, impish face up to look at me and said, "I love you."

"I love you too," I said, and I meant it. Looking into her eyes, I saw the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. I had never seen a face that looked so fine the first thing in the morning. I knew then, that I was in love with her. We kissed, softly and sweetly. "So," she said, "It wasn't a dream after all."

"Oh, it was a dream, my dear," I said. "I brought you home and put you to bed, that's all."

"That's not all," she said. "You took off my clothes... and you touched me, and slept with me. I'm not a virgin any more! I'm tellin' Mom!" My heart jumped into my throat for a second. She couldn't fight the urge to giggle. She had the cutest little giggle. 

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, "You little nut."

"Scared the shit out of you, didn't I?" she said, and giggled again. 

We kissed again and she slid her soft warm tongue into my mouth. I loved the taste of her morning mouth, the lingering hint of liquor, mixed with the remnants of my juices, and hers. We kissed deeply, drinking of one another's saliva.

My left hand found her firm young breast as she heaved a sigh into my mouth and gripped my cock a little tighter.

"You're not really a virgin are you?" I whispered.

"Not any more," she breathed.

"You know what I mean."

"Oh, I was. Until last night. I'm glad you were my first. Aren't you?"

"I am," I said, although I didn't believe it. But I was satisfied to go along with her lies for the time.. At that moment I couldn't bare the thought of her with any one other than me. I slid my hand down to her soft little pussy. It was hot and wet. I slid my finger tip in and she flinched. 

"Does that hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, but I love it," she said. She drew a deep breath through her teeth. "It hurts so good!" She placed her hand on mine and pushed my finger into her tender little twat. "Ow-w-w-w-m-m-m!"

"Let me kiss it and make it better," I said, and licked my way down her neck. As much as I wanted to suck her titties, I didn't, I licked down across her tight little stomach, pausing just long enough to kiss her navel and marvel at the sparkling jewel there, then right to her waiting snatch.

"Oh yeah!" she cried, "Eat me!" 

In the early morning light I could see her beautiful little treasure. The hair was soft and light brown. It was dripping wet. Her juices flowed out onto her creamy white thighs and down onto her soft tender ass cheeks. I thought it looked a little pink, so I asked, "Its not that time for you is it?"

"No, why?" 

"I think I see a little blood."

"You've hurt my little pussy, you mean ol' man," she said in a little baby voice. "Now kiss her and make her better."

I did just that. I leaned in and pressed my lips against her soft, plump, swollen labia. I stretched out my tongue as far down her ass as I could and lapped up her juices that had run out. I could taste just a hint of salty blood in her juices. She raised her hips and I licked down farther. She lifted her ass higher, so I hooked my hands under her knees and pressed her legs up toward her shoulders exposing all of her ass. I ran my tongue up and down the crack until I had gotten every drop of her bloody love juice. I nibbled and licked each soft alabaster cheek in turn. I ran my tongue back up the crack to her hot swollen little pussy.

I slowly pushed my tongue deep inside her and gently licked her tender young snatch. I imagined that my kisses and my tongue had some healing power. I felt the need to undo any harm I might have done to this sweet little flower. It was the most precious thing on earth at that moment. I still had her ass in the air and she had thrown her legs over my shoulders. She was raking my back with her heels.

She was moaning softly, "Oh yes! Oh my god!" Then she sighed, "Fuck me Mister! Give me that dick!"

"I don't want to hurt you any more," I said.

"I don't care," she said. "I gotta have it. I gotta feel your cum in me."

"That might not be a great idea either," I said.

"I'm on the pill, you big dumb ass," she blurted. "You ain't gonna get me pregnant. Not yet. We'll talk about babies after you marry me." She stared me squarely in the eyes with a very serious look for just a second, before blowing me a kiss and whispering, "I love you." Then she took on a sheepish little expression and giggled. This young lady was the most beautiful creature that I had ever beheld.

I let her buttocks slide down my chest. My rock-hard cock slid up her still wet ass crack and found it's way into her warm and waiting niche. I eased in slowly and carefully. She inhaled the whole time I was entering her and once I was all the way in, she let go a long and soulful moan. I held that position and gazed down upon my gorgeous young lover. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. It was at that moment that I realized that this was an extremely important time in her life and it became important to me to make it as special as possible. I was honored that it was I, that was bestowed this privilege, and not some clumsy young jerk. I would treat her the way she deserved to be treated. 

I slowly pulled my throbbing member back and she inhaled all the way. She moaned as I thrust slowly forward again. Once I had all my manhood inside her, she dug her heels into my back and pushed her bush against me as hard as she could. 

I kept up the slow motion stroking until she could stand it no longer. She began to buck against me and I worked to match her pace. No sooner had I caught up with her feverish rhythm, than she began to shiver and shake. She let out a moan that seemed to rise from the bottom of her soul. She was cumming. I started to come as well. It was to be the most satisfying orgasm of my life. I felt her hot juices running down my legs and she felt my hot cum shoot deep into her quim.

I gently lowered her to the bed and slowly rolled over, pulling her on top of me. I wished that I could stay in her forever. 

She pressed her cheek against mine. Her face was wet with sweat and tears. She was crying. "Are you OK, Baby," I asked. It would have broken my heart if there had been something wrong.

"Its more than OK, you big dummy," she sobbed. "I've always been in love with you, don't you know that? Even as a little girl, I dreamed that I would marry you some day. But little girls can't even imagine this."

Her tears dripped on my face. She was slobbering on my cheek. Her nose was running. She sniffed deep and hard, and sobbed again. I had to kiss her. Her mouth was wet, and hot with passion, the likes of which I had hadn't shared in years and years. I tasted her sweat, her saliva and tears. In the last few hours, she had given me her virginity, I had tasted her blood, her sweat and now her tears. She was mine, totally mine, more than anyone had ever been. I was determined to keep her mine and keep her forever.

"I love you so much!" she sobbed.

"I love you too, Baby," I said, "God, I love you!"

"I'm gonna be the best lover you ever had," she sobbed into my ear. She was still crying. "What I don't know, I want you to teach me. OK?"

"You're already the best lover I've ever had, Baby!" I sighed.

"You mean that?" she begged. "Really?"

I pulled her strong, tight, young, sweaty body as close to mine as I possibly could and held her tight. I felt my cock getting hard again, inside of her.

She felt it too, and said, "I guess you do mean it." She wriggled down to make sure she had all of me inside of her."M-m-m-m. Sex is good, huh?"

"It can be Baby, it can be."



Paige Ch. 04



After basking in the after glow of making love with my beautiful young lover for a while, I had to answer nature's call. "I gotta get up, baby," I said.

"Why?" she pleaded. She would have stayed in bed all day.

"Well, for one thing," I began, "I gotta pee."

"Ohh," she squealed, "Can I come along?"

"You ask like I'm going to Disneyland."

"Well, can I?"

"I guess. If you really want to."

I got up and slid into my boxers as she watched intently. "You got a great ass for an old guy," she said.

She disappeared beneath her sheets and emerged with the thong and tiny little T shirt she had worn the night before. I watched her dress as closely as she had watched me. I turned and headed to the bathroom with her right behind me.

I stepped up to the toilet and she moved in right behind me. "I wanna watch, OK?" she said and pressed herself up tight to my back. "I never saw a guy pee before." Being as short as she was, her breasts were against the middle of by back. She pushed her crotch on the back of my right leg, just below my ass. I shifted my weight and leaned back a little. She moved her right leg forward, snuggled up a bit tighter and peered around my right shoulder.

"OK," I said. I pulled my half-hard cock out of the bottom of my shorts. It was a struggle to keep it from becoming erect. I had to piss really bad so I was able to manage. She slid her hand down my arm to my hand and asked, "Can I hold it?"

"What?"

"I wanna hold it while you pee."

"All right," I said. At that point in time I would have given her anything she'd asked for. I moved my hand away and she took hold.

"Like this?" she asked. She had mimicked my grip, except that I'd held two fingers underneath and the thumb on top, she was able to fit all four of her slender fingers under the shaft. Her grip was just a bit tight though.

"Not so tight, baby," I said. "You don't want to strangle him. Point it down just a bit, there. Ahhh! Relief at last!"

"I can feel it," she giggled. "I can feel it runnin' through. That is so cool!"

She began to aim at different parts of the bowl. "This is so cool! Girls can't do this."

"You can't write your name in the snow either."

"Can you really do that?"

"Sure can. And just to show you how romantic I am, next time, I'll write your name."

"Smart-ass!" she said as she smacked me with her free hand.

"Careful," I said, "don't miss the bowl."

At last I finished, and she asked, "All done?"

"Now you shake it"

She shook gently.

"Good," I said "Now squeeze out the last." She did. "And shake." She shook it again. "All done." I said.

She tenderly wrapped her fingers around my member and stroked it and shook it. She did that one more time and I was fully erect again.

"Does it always get hard when you done?" she asked.

"Only when a beautiful girl holds it," I replied.

"How many beautiful girls have held it?"

"You mean while I peed?" I ask. "Only one, the rest weren't all the beautiful."

She squeezed my dick hard and smacked my chest again. "You are such a smart ass!"

She released her grip and stepped back. "My turn," she said. She dropped her little thong and sat down. She glared up at me and said, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"I need a little privacy"

"I don't think so, dear," I said. "Not after the little ritual we just went through."

"You wanna watch?" she asked.

"Yes I do," I said. And strangely, I did want to watch. I threw a towel on the floor in front of her throne and dropped to my knees before her. I parted her legs, slightly, and asked, "Will this work, or will you pee in my face."

"Only if you want me too," she replied.

"Not this time."

After some hesitation she relaxed and she began to pee. It was fascinating to watch the flow emanate from her tender little flower. The order of her urine reached my nose. It stung my nostrils. As pungent a scent as it was, I didn't find it repulsive. It came from Paige, therefore I loved it. When she had finished, she said, "I suppose to want to wipe my pussy, now."

I hadn't thought of it, but I said, "Yeah, yeah, I do."

I took a piece of tissue and pressed it against her little twat, then raised it up to examine it.

"What the hell are ya doin' now?" she asked.

"Just checking," I said. "And a good thing too. See? Blood."

"Looks like you need to kiss it and make it better again," She said in her little girl voice.

Without hesitation, I pulled her forward to the edge of the ring and leaned in to her damp little box. I kissed it softly and then licked it clean. I could taste the salty, tangy blend of her urine and blood and the last hint of our love juices. It was filthy and nasty and delicious. "Better?" I asked.

"Yeah, much better." she said. "But if you think I'm ever gonna kiss you again, you're fuckin' nuts." She giggled and I stood up.

She reached out and gripped the waist band of my shorts. She tugged and my rock hard cock throbbed just inches from her face. "Ooh look," she said, "blood here too."

She starting licking my cock, just as he had the night before. Soon it was dripping with her saliva. Her spittle was running down my balls and my legs. Then she started to lap it all up, from my thighs and my balls and then up to my dick, until it was all cleaned up. It was as if some mother animal were cleaning one of her young. Only then, did she wrap her lips around the head and slide down onto the shaft. She only took in an inch or so the first time, but each time she went down she took a little more. Her mouth was small, so she took in just a little more than half, which was wonderful. It was the best I'd ever had, so far.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?" I asked.

She pulled back and said. "Oh, I've done this part before." She ran her tongue around the head, then looked up at me and said, "But you were the first in here." She looked down at her twat where her hand was resting.

I lifted her to her feet and kissed her deeply. I licked her lips and sucked her tongue. "Are you sure?" I asked.

"You ain't callin' me a liar are ya? I thought you loved me."

"Oh, I do love you Baby," I said. "More than you'll ever know. I just can't bear the thought of another guy having you."

" It was only one guy. He was my old boyfriend. I gave him oral a few times. You were the first to really fu...make love to me. And the first to come in me, ever. I never let him come in my mouth. I swear. You ain't mad at me are ya?"

"No Baby," I said, "I'm not mad at you."

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around me and said, "I'll never make you jealous, I promise" She kissed me deeply. I had never met a more passionate person in my life. 



Paige Ch. 05



Chapter 05 (Into the Shower)

"I need a shower," I told her.

"We need a shower," Paige said, slipping off her little shirt. 

"Yes, we need a shower."

I stepped into the tub with Paige still wrapped around me and pulled the curtain closed. We were like one being, she held me so tightly. I turned on the water and when it reached the perfect temperature, I plunged us beneath the torrent. I stood under the water and felt it run down my body, then turned and placed Paige beneath the flow. I watched as the water cascaded down across her beautiful little face, her hair flattened and clinging to her cheeks. She held her breath with her eyes closed, until she suddenly shook her head and exhaled forcefully, like a dolphin spouting. That sent a spray into my face which brought me around. I had been so enrapture with the vision of my young lover that I'd lost myself for a second. I turned and let the water run down my back. 

Paige shook her head, blinked several times, sent another spray into my face and sighed, "Wow!"

I held out my hand and said, "Shampoo, please?"

She obliged, squeezing a dollop of apricot scented shampoo into my palm. I rubbed it into her hair as she tilted her head back slightly. I ran my fingers through her tresses and gently massaged her scalp. She just sighed, again and again. 

Her legs were wrapped around my waist and her little twat was pressed against my stomach. She wriggled back and forth, rubbing her pussy on me. My dick was hard again, twitching and waving about, just below her ass. I decided to practice a little restraint and not let this end up with my cock inside of her, or at least hold out as long as I could. 

I turned Paige back to the water. I placed my hand in the nape of neck as she tilted her head back farther and let me rinse her hair

I had never seen her from such an angle. The underside of her chin was exposed. Her neck seemed so graceful as she stretched it. The shape of her jaw line, her cheeks, her little turned up nose and her brow all took a different shape from that angle. She looked like something from a Renaissance painting. 

She raised her head upright, running her hand across her hair, squeezing the water out as she pulled the hair away from her face. At that moment she didn't resemble any one I had ever seen. I was looking at Paige, and Paige alone. It was as if I were seeing her for the first time. I was nearly struck breathless by her singular beauty. She leaned forward and pressed her little titties against my bare, wet chest. I felt her hard nipples as she wiggled to and fro. 

I picked up one of those squishy mesh sponges and said, "Soap, please?"

Once again she obliged and squirted a dab of apricot body wash on the sponge. I lathered up her back as she kept her breasts pressed firmly against me. I washed down past the small of her back until I reached her bum. I softly spread the soap over each cheek. As I did, the back of my hand grazed the head of my cock. I lingered there for several seconds, lathering her ass and brushing against my dick. I thought I might give in to temptation, but I fought the urge.

Paige clasped her hands behind my neck and leaned back to allow me to wash the front of her. I started at her neck then lathered her shoulders. I squeezed some warm, soapy water on each of her titties and watched as it ran down around the sides of her perfectly shapes mounds and dripped from her hard little nipples. I ran the squishy sponge over her lovely little breasts. She leaned her head back, assuming the form of my Renaissance Beauty, as I washed her stomach, the warm soapy water spilled down past her navel to the place where her body met mine.

I pulled her close to me and she writhed against my body, rubbing my chest with her slippery, little titties. I turned and let the shower drench us as my better half melted from me in the warm, steamy water.

I took the sponge and began to lather her again, for top to bottom. When I reached her waist I knelt down in front of her. I went about by business of washing her, one leg at a time, from top to bottom, scrubbing each delicate foot and every tiny toe.

After washing her legs, I sat back on my feet and looked her up and down. There she stood, looking so much taller from way down there, all wet, slippery and shiny, with a trace of a Mona Lisa smile. She had a look of timeless beauty. I had that angled view of her face again. I found myself wishing I was I painter so I could capture that image on canvas. It would have been a masterpiece. She could just as well have been standing on a "half-shell".

My eyes slid down across her slick, wet body and came to rest at her delta, her treasure, my treasure. I held my hand out and whispered, "Shampoo." She obliged.

I placed my soapy fingers on her pubic mound and worked the shampoo into the fine soft hair. As I lathered up her pubes she spread her legs. I worked my way toward the back, keeping my fingers in the hair, resisting the temptation to wash the inside or her little box. She moaned in anticipation. She expected me to plunge my fingers into her twitching little quim.It was hot and wet between her thighs. There was no way of telling, how much of those hot, slippery fluids might have been flowing from Paige's sweltering little snatch. When I pulled my hand away without fingering her, she let out a soft moan of disappointment. I turned her around and ran my fingers up and down the crack of her butt. I lingered for a moment at her little puckered starfish. I tickled it a little and pressed just the tip of my finger in. She gasped and I froze. I withdrew and guided her under the water again. 

I sat back and watched as the water cascaded over her. I watched her rinse and wipe the soap and water from her gorgeous body. I decided at that instant, that in my eyes, Paige had the perfect female form. She had the perfect body ; the slender frame, breasts that were full, but not large, a butt that had a cute shape, but wasn't round. Its no surprise, that would be my ideal, given that the model for the ideal was Paige's mother Sarah. But Sarah was the farthest thing from my mind. Paige stood before me, as naked as the day she was born and squeaky clean. 

I was seeing Paige in an entirely new light. It was as if, Paige the woman-child had stepped into the shower, and Paige the woman would emerge. I had washed away her youth. As I looked upon Paige as a woman, her innocence was slipping down the drain. I was meeting her for the first time.

She motioned with a curling index finger to, "come here". I rose to my knees as she grabbed a shampoo bottle, it wasn't the apricot stuff, it was my own shampoo. She squeezed a glob at the crown of my skull and combed it through with her fingers. Her fingertips telegraphed goose flesh all over my body and I trembled at her touch.

She massaged my scalp as I lay my forehead against her thigh. Her breaths matched the rhythm with which she fingered and tickled the delicate skin beneath my hair. She worked her fingers faster and faster, as her breathing accelerated to a feverish pant. As she seemed to be reaching a peak, she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head under the rushing torrent. 

The warm, soapy deluge rushed past my face and I held my breath. Just as I thought that I couldn't hold out any longer, I had to have a breath of air, she snatched my head from beneath the stream and released me. I shook my head and spouted like a porpoise. I looked up to find little Paige towering over me, offering me that Renaissance angle. She was larger than life. She looked regal.

She looked down and crooked her finger again, up by her face. I stood up. She held out the squishy sponge and with out a word, I obliged. A squirt of "Sport Splash" body wash. She began to scour my body. From my neck to my chest, to the lengths of each arm my hands and every finger. She turned me around and scrubbed my back. My skin tingled from head to toe. When she reached my waist, she stopped and turn me around. 

She got down on her knees and began to wash my legs, top to bottom, just the way I done to her, feet, toes and all.

She grabbed another dollop of body wash and lathered up her bare hands. She massaged the cheeks of my ass with her slippery hands. She ran two of her soapy, slippery fingers up and down the crack of my ass. She tickled my sphincter. The goose-bumps came back.. 

Her hands slid around to my crotch. She lathered up my pubes, as my cock twitched, begging for her attention. Her hands slipped down to my scrotum and massaged and kneaded my sack, before taking hold of my throbbing cock,

She held the squishy sponge under hot running water for a minute. She dribbled hot water on the head of my dick and watched it run down, till she wrapped her soapy, slippery hand around my dick just below the head. Then she slowly slid that slippery hand down the shaft, all the way to the base. She repeated that motion with her other hand and then again, like she was climbing a greased pole. I was ready to explode, but that would spell the end to the whole thing, I held back.

I backed into the flow of the shower as I helped Paige to her feet. My "Venus in a Bathtub" stood before me. I could never have imagined anything on the face of the planet more beautiful at that moment in time. It astounded me that we were breathing the same air. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her face, every bit of it, brow, cheeks, jaw, chin, nose, mouth, chin, mouth, mouth, lips, mouth, tongue, mouth, every bit of it.

I pressed my aching member against Paige's taught little belly. We pushed our wet bodies together and writhed around. It was all I could do to keep from cumming. It was even harder to resist the temptation to plunge my sex deep inside of her.

I turned Paige around and she grasped the towel rack. I was soon against her back, pressing in tight, my throbbing cock, nestled in the crack of her ass.

She was moaning, soft and soulful, as I slid my dick up and down her crack. She kept pushing her hips back farther and farther, offering me her butt, tempting me. I was nibbling on her shoulders. I began to kiss down her back. Soon I was on my knees, behind her, kissing and biting on her cute little ass. I ran my tongue up the crack of her butt and down again. I let my tongue come to rest on her little leather cheerio. I felt her shudder as I ran my tongue around the rim. I pushed my tongue in as far as I could, again and again, then swirled around the rim, once, twice, maybe three times more. She was trembling. 

I stood up and Paige turned around. She said, "You keep doin' things that make me think I'd never want to kiss you again, and the next thing you know," she paused and stared at my mouth. She struck like a viper, taking my lower lip between her teeth. She bit down hard on my lip, it hurt, but I loved the pain. She stared into my eyes as she pulled my lip with her teeth. I was afraid, for a second, that she might start shaking her head and rip my lip clean off. Instead, she released my lip and ran her tongue all around the outside of my mouth, then plunged her thin slippery little tongue into my mouth and explored ever corner, as my tongue raced to try and wrestle her's.

She was clinging to the towel rack again, her shoulders against the cold tile. She had her breasts pressed against my chest and her left leg wrapped around my right. My cock was squeezed between us. She started a wiggling motion that looked like a slow-motion dance, all the while, grinding my dick with her warm, wet belly. I was struggling not to cum. 

I closed my eyes and tried to distance my self from the intense pleasure that was about make me explode. I wanted to pick her and slide her down on my throbbing cock and shoot my load up inside her tender little pussy. No, I thought, maybe I should bend her over and plunge my rod deep into her sweet, young ass and shoot my wad there. But I held out, and let my mind go blank. 

Suddenly, another sensation came creeping into groin. I had to piss again. It helped me fight the urge to cum. Then, without the least bit of thought I let it go. I felt the hot liquid spread out across my belly, and Paige's too, then run down our bodies and off our legs.

Paige's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Did you just pee on me?"

I was as surprised as she was. "Yeah," I said. "It's a golden shower. You liked it didn't you?"

"Ye- No! Well, yeah, I guess. You summa bitch. How do you make me like all this gross-ass shit? I bet you would eat my poop if I let you."

"Its love, Baby. I didn't make you like anything. We just did it and you liked it. I'd never done this kind of stuff before now either. You just send me over the edge, Baby."

Paige seemed to like that frame of reference. She closed her eyes and a look of peaceful contentment rose on her face. I felt the hot flow on my thigh, where Paige's little muff was pressed against me. It ran down the length of leg.

"Are you peeing on me?"

"Yeah, its called a golden shower. You like that don't ya?"



Paige Ch. 06



I sat at the breakfast table sipping my coffee and ruminating over the events of the previous eight or ten hours, and what had led up to them. A week earlier I had come back to my home town after another of my attempts to strike out, get away from Sarah and perhaps find myself, out there, somewhere. The last trip found me trying to make a go of oil rig work in Alaska. After less than six months, I figured out that I wasn't cut out to be a "rough neck".

I worked as a mate on a tug boat in Oregon for a while, then worked on a grain elevator in Nebraska as I worked my way home. It had been nearly three years since I had set out for Alaska and I was on my way to Virginia to look into some telecommunications work. I would just be passing through my humble hometown, on my way to bigger and better things. That's how it always was, "just passin' through". That could mean a few days, a few months, maybe a couple of years. 

As usual Sarah and Tom let me crash on their couch for a while. That never lasted for more than a week or two. If I realized that I would be around a while, I would get myself a place. I hadn't planned to stay as long as I had. I had intended to leave the day before that fateful encounter with my new, young lover. It was difficult to imagine as I sat alone with my coffee, that "little Paige", my niece, was my lover. This was to be no small fling. Our lives would never be the same now that my little "Pandora" had opened her box to me. 

How things would have been different, had I left on schedule. As it turned out, Tom and Sarah had been planning to give a presentation at a convention, that Friday night in North Carolina, and spend the week-end there. Paige had been expected to go with them. She had begged and pleaded with them, right from the start, to her leave behind so that she might attend her friend, Megan's birthday party. Tom and Sarah were sure that if Paige had stayed behind, Megan's wouldn't have been the only party. 

Sarah asked if I could stick around a couple more days and keep an eye on things. How could I refuse? She reluctantly agreed to let Paige stay, and talked Tom into going along. So off they went and there I sat. Where would we go from there? I wondered.

I drained my coffee cup and rose to fetch a refill, when I saw Paige peeking into the kitchen. Once we made eye contact, she stepped into the room, all timid and shy, wearing just the T shirt I had worn the night before. She folded her hands at her crotch and covered her breasts with her arms and stood staring at her bare toes. It was that woman that I had seen in the shower, pretending to be a little girl.

Eventually she raised her eyes to me. I was waiting with open arms. She scurried across the room and into my embrace. I took her up in my arms and kissed her mouth. She tasted like tooth paste and smelled like a fresh apricot. 

We managed to get through breakfast without touching one another, although it wasn't easy. Paige kept looking at me with big doe eyes. She looked just like a schoolgirl in love, go figure. I just wanted to devour her every time I looked at her. I started cooking in just a pair of shorts and a T shirt, with Paige assisting. But she kept leaning on me and brushing against me. I maintained a constant state of arousal, with her staring at my throbbing member and smiling all the while. Finally I put on a pair of jeans and had her sit at the table while I finished cooking.

We ate our scrambled eggs and toast, sitting across from each other, she making eyes at me and engaging me in a game of 'footsy' under that table, and me trying to contain my myself. Once we had finished, Paige dropped her fork on the floor and promptly dove under the table after it. I felt her hand on my foot and she playfully climbed my legs. When she reached the top, she walked her fingers up to the button of my jeans and undid them. She unzipped the fly and hooked her fingers on the waist and began to tug. I raised my hips an allowed her to remove my pants and then my shorts.

I sat at the table and sipped my coffee. I felt her kiss the inside of my left knee. She ran her tongue up the inner side of my thigh, leaving a trail of saliva, all the way to my package. She gently kissed my scrotum and pulled back to repeat the process on my right leg. This time after kissing the scrote, she began to lick. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip of my dick. She licked just the head for a minute, causing my aching cock to throb.

"I'm making him dance," she giggled. She kept touching just tip with the end of her tongue just to make it twitch. My coffee cup shook as I trembled with anticipation. Just when I thought I could no longer stand it, she wrapped her plump, warm, wet lips around the head and took in as much of my throbbing cock as she could. Her small mouth took in just a little more than half that time. I heard her gag, slightly. I could feel her saliva run down to my balls and onto my thighs. I had to set my coffee down to keep from dropping it.

"This little girl sure does slobber," I thought. But I loved it. I had to see her pretty little face. I scooted the chair back and she followed along keeping her face buried in my crotch. Her wavy, dirty-blonde hair concealed her face and my member.

I reached down and pulled her face up, to look up at me. She wore a sad expression. "I can't take it all in," she pouted. "I'm tryin, I swear." Her lips were wet, nearly dripping.

"You don't have to, Baby," I said. "I love how you do it."

"You promise?"

"I swear to God!" I said. "You're the best I've ever had. Really." She smiled sheepishly. I pulled her up and kissed her wet lips. She slid her tongue into my mouth, climbed up, straddled me, pressing her warm, moist muff against my cock.

I lifted her little body, almost effortlessly, and sat her on the table. I held up a single finger to indicate, "Wait a minute," then quickly cleared the table. When I turned back to her, she had stripped off my shirt. She sat poised on the edge of the table, naked and waiting.

As I lifted her legs, she leaned back on her elbows. Her sweet little snatch was dripping. "You are the juiciest chick I have ever known," I said.

"Is that bad?" she asked. I was blown away with her naivete.

"No Baby," I said. "I love every drop of it." With that I pressed the head of my dick against her wet little muff. She lifted up to accept me and I eased it into her. She winced and I knew it hurt. Her poor little pussy had been through a lot in the last few hours. "Does it hurt, Baby?"

"Yeah," she replied, "But it hurts so good!"

I started to withdraw, but she sat up and grabbed my ass. "No you don't," she said. "Fuck me Mister!" She pulled me forward. I slowly eased my aching cock all the way in. She drew a breath between her teeth and squinted her eyes all the way. I could tell it hurt. Once I had all of my manhood inside her, I held still and we both trembled. She dug her fingernails into my ass and I loved it.

"I've always wanted to do this," I said.

"Oh yeah?" she said. "You always wanted to fuck me on my kitchen table?"

That wasn't what I'd meant so I paused. She had an accusing look in her eyes that I didn't understand. For some reason I felt guilty. She slowly released her grip on my ass and I pulled back. She bit her lower lip. She dug her nails in again just as the head was at the edge, stopping me from moving.

"Who is it that you've always wanted to fuck on my kitchen table then?" she inquired.

"I've always wanted to fuck somebody on a table. I've never had kitchen sex before," I said. "That's all." I wasn't sure if I should pull out or not.

"Really?" she said as her face softened. "I'm your first, then?"

"Yeah Baby," I said. "You're my first." She made the decision on whether or not I should pull out. She squeezed my ass cheeks and yanked me forward, while thrusting toward me. I found myself all the way inside her. She let out a low moan, that let me know she tottered on the brink of pleasure and pain.

I held there and we both shuddered. I shot a small, but powerful, load of hot cum inside her. I wouldn't have thought I had any more in me, at that point. She began to twitch and gasp. She was cumming too.

This girl got off quicker than any woman I had ever known. We'd had more than one mutual orgasm in the last several hours. We had set the bar awfully high.

I felt compassion for her pain. Her tender little flower was hurting and I was compelled to lend it the healing powers of my kisses. 

I pulled my member from her twat while she was still shivering and dropped to my knees. I placed my lips tenderly against the swollen and dripping lips of her pussy. She shuddered again I could have sworn that I felt some healing power pass through our conjoined lips. Her sighs seemed to confirm that.

I kissed tenderly and gently lapped up all the juices, just as she had done earlier to me. Now I was the father lion cleaning one of his young. I detected the salty taste of blood, or was that the tang of my own spunk. It was probably both, it didn't matter. She seemed to start another wave of orgasm. I felt the goose flesh rise on her thighs. 

I ran my tongue from one end of her ass crack to her clit, and then sucked her pussy to extract any trace of our last act, as if removing the traces might relieve any pain associated with it. Her moans and groans told me that it was working. I suckled her tangy little puss until every trace was gone and I relished each drop. 

At last, I stood up. I lifted her up and looked into her eyes. Her expression was nothing short of adoration. My heart melted. I had never cared about another person as deeply as I did her at that moment. 

She wrapped herself around me and held me so tightly that we became that one being again. We stood there in that singular existence until our coffee had gone cold.

"Where do we go from here?" I wondered.



Paige Ch. 07



I'm going to fast forward a little at this point. The next logical chapter in the story of Paige and me took a sad and tragic turn that Sunday afternoon. I'll try to sum it up briefly.

We'd cleaned up the house, preparing for Sarah's and Tom's return. We were cuddled on the couch, watching a movie on TV. I wasn't really watching the movie. My brain was churning. I was trying to figure out just what would become of Paige and me. I had fallen in love with my beautiful niece and I couldn't just walk away after all we'd done and said, but how could we go on. Some how we had to. I had to have her. She had to be mine. But how?

That sunny Sunday afternoon we got the news. The plane carrying Sarah and Tom home had crashed, everyone aboard were presumed dead. I was stunned and Paige devastated. She slipped into a deep depression and fell silent. She disappeared for a while, but I found her at her friend Megan's. 

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Paige's best friend Megan had just turned eighteen and had her own apartment. It was just a little one bed room place above her neighbor's garage but it seemed quaint and comfy.

I had met Megan once or twice before, but never noticed just how good looking she was. She was tall and dark with long black hair and deep brown eyes. She was quite lovely, with her rather large young breasts straining her short little t-shirt and her cut-off jean shorts, Daisy Duke style, showing off her long tanned legs and very shapely ass. In my mind there was no woman more beautiful than my Paige. I was biased, I had known Paige her whole life and she had always been special to me. Paige was the precise replica of what, in my opinion, was the perfect woman, Sarah. Now, with Sarah's passing, Paige was the ideal woman. Megan was drop-dead-gorgeous. She was Hollywood, movie-star-beautiful. How I had missed it before, I do not know. 

Megan and I stood in her small, tidy living room, as she told me that Paige had been drinking a lot and crying off and on, but otherwise she was OK. She said that Paige didn't want to talk to anyone. I said I understood. Megan stood still for a few seconds, apparently reflecting on Paige and Sarah, when her beautiful, brown eyes began to well with tears. Without a seconds hesitation, I took Megan into my arms and held her close. She buried her head into my shoulder and sobbed.

She pressed her firm young body against me as she soaked my shirt with her hot tears. I felt her breasts pushed hard against my chest as she squeezed me. There was something in the warmth of her tears and her hot breath on my shoulder and her firm round breasts, pressed to my chest that I found extremely arousing. I felt my manhood begin to stir as I stroked Megan's long dark hair, telling her, "Everythings going to be alright."

I ran my hand down her long, silky tresses and down along her back until I reached her waist. I stopped myself from going any further. 

I placed a hand on each of Megan's shoulders and took a step back. She looked up at me, her face still wet with tears and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I got your shirt all wet." She managed a little smile and wiped her face with the bottom of her t-shirt which exposed her taught, tanned stomach. She had a little ring in her navel, similar to Paige's piercing. I found that so hot. 

I stood there with my hands on Megan's shoulders staring into her deep, brown eyes. I looked her over, top to bottom and back again. My gaze traveled up her long, beautiful legs, across the wrinkles in her shorts, where her legs met, then to her belly, exposed because she held the bottom, still bunched in her hand. As my eyes reached her breasts, she heaved a sigh which caused them to rise and fall. The shape of her nipples was obvious through the fabric of her shirt. I raised my eyes to her face. She was biting her lower lip and she had such a demure look on her face. She was acting as if she was shy about my checking her out, but I could see that she was enjoying it. Our eyes locked as we stared into one another's eyes for several seconds before she said, "You don't have to go right now, do ya?"

I drew a deep breath and asked Megan to call me when Paige was ready to come home. "I'll bring her home if you want me to." she said. "Or you can come over, anytime you want." There was something flirtatious in her voice. 

"Thanks Megan," I said, "Paige is lucky to have such a good friend." I was trying to get things back into their proper perspective. Megan's demeanor changed slightly as her thoughts shifted back to Paige.

"I'll call ya," she said.

I gently kissed her fore head and said, "Take care of our girl," and added, "I'll see ya later."

"Yeah, later," she echoed. She clung to the open door and watched me as I descended the stairs to the alley.

I got into my car and tried to sort out what had just happened. My heart was pounding, my face was hot and probably flushed and my cock was still as rigid as case-hardened steel. I had to slip my hand into my pants and stroke my member for a minute as I recalled the gorgeous young woman that I had just left. I could still feel her body pressed against mine. I could still smell her. God only knows what might have happened if circumstances had been different. What might have happened if Paige hadn't been in the next room? I remembered Paige telling me that her friends thought I was hot. Was it Megan that she was talking about? 

"What is wrong with you?" I remember asking myself. It was almost as if it was Paige's voice in my head. Sarah had just died, Paige was a basket case and here I was coming on to Paige's teen-aged girl friend. I felt my dick shrink in my grasp as reality and guilt crept in. I started the car and drove off. I didn't see Megan as she watched me drive away.

I tried to rationalize the events of the past few minutes. I didn't come on to Megan. She didn't really come on to me either. Nothing had happened, although much was implied. My guilt could not be abated. I knew how I had wanted Megan. I had to purge her from my mind. None of that had happened, I told myself.

My thoughts embraced Paige and Sarah and I let them fill my head. I found myself remembering the day that Paige was born. I remembered how proud I was of Sarah that day. What a brave, strong woman she was. There's a Polaroid snapshot burned into my mind, it's a shot of Sarah holding a newly born Paige, still wet behind the ears. Sarah was sweaty, exhausted and ecstatic. She looked like she had just won the Boston Marathon and baby Paige was the trophy. Sarah had never looked more beautiful to me.

As hard as I had worked to put my infatuation with Sarah aside, it all fell apart that day. I fell in love with her all over again. I knew that she was my brother's wife and that she would never mean more to me than sister, but as a woman she was the standard. She was the yardstick that I held my women up to. They all fell short. No woman ever measured up until Paige became a woman. I had never thought of Paige in those terms until that weekend. That was when she became a woman in my eyes. She was going to be my woman. 

I thought back to memories of Sarah before Paige was born, to the time before she'd met Carl. I saw Sarah reading and Sarah knitting. I saw Sarah dancing in the sunshine and laughing. Sarah's face got younger and younger until it was Paige that I saw, wearing Sarah's clothes and playing the part of Sarah, in my memory. I wanted to let them become one in my mind, but I knew I had to keep them separate. And Megan could be no part of it. I was angry at myself for letting Megan creep back into my thoughts. 

Suddenly, Megan was back on my mind. I could smell her again. I could remember the temperature that rose between our bodies. I recalled how it felt to hold her close to me. I remember wishing I had kissed her and scolding myself for thinking such a thing. 

I struggled to keep Megan off my mind, mostly by concentrating on Sarah. I got so wrapped up in thoughts of Sarah, that the tears began to flow, and there was no stopping them. I wept all the way back and sat in my car for several minutes to compose myself.

As I was fighting to push Megan from my mind, she was letting thoughts of me fill her head. Paige told me, much later, what went on there, after I left.

Paige had known I was there. He heard Megan and me talking but couldn't understand what we were saying. She heard me leave and peeked out to see Megan standing at the door.

Paige had barely pulled back the curtain that separated Megan's tiny bedroom from her little living/dining area. She watched her best friend as Megan clung to the door watching me descending her stairs, with her left hand inside her t-shirt, gently caressing her right breast. As Megan watched me slip my hand into my pants, her right hand slid up her thigh and came to rest on the tight, wet, wrinkled denim between her legs.

Paige edged back and watched Megan through a tiny gap at the edge of the curtain, as Megan closed the door slowly and leaned back against it. Megan pulled her t-shirt up and exposed both of her perfect, beautiful breasts with their brown, hard nipples. Paige looked at Megan's flat tanned stomach and noticed the gold ring in Megan's navel. She had been with Megan when she got her navel pierced. Paige got her navel pierced then also. Paige had picked out the ring that Megan wore in her navel and Megan had chosen the diamond stud that Paige wore in hers.

Paige had always been jealous of Megan's beauty, especially her body. Megan was tall, five feet- ten and a half inches tall and just slightly over a hundred and twenty five pounds. Megan's breasts were a "C" cup and perfectly shaped with small brown aureoles and thick nipples that almost always seemed to be hard. She had a slender waist and a round shapely ass, positioned atop her long, tanned, muscular legs. 

Paige never liked being petite. When she stood next to Megan, she looked like a child. Megan got most of the attention from the boys, all through school. As Paige gazed upon her friend's body that afternoon, it was a different jealousy. Paige watched as Megan took her gorgeous breasts in her hands and massaged them. She stared as Megan's hands slid down across her hard stomach to the waist of her Daisy Dukes. She watched with fascination, as Megan unsnapped her shorts and lowered the zipper. Paige's eyes followed Megan's long, slender fingers into those Daisy Dukes. She was jealous at that moment because she knew what Megan was thinking. Paige knew that Megan was thinking of me as she touched herself.

I remember how Paige's voice sounded as she described the things that went on at Megan's that day. She was breathy and dreamy, tempered with passion. She was on the brink of anger as she spoke of her friend's designs on me. Her anger melted into desire as she described Megan's body and how she touched herself.

Paige told me her that her heart was about to explode, as she watched Megan's hands caress her own beautiful body. That was how she described Megan's body, as beautiful. Paige especially appreciated Megan's breasts. She had often complained to Megan that she'd felt her own breasts were too small. Megan would lift up Paige's top and examine Paige's little titties, often cupping them in her hands and twisting her nipples gently and telling her she thought Paige had 'pretty titties' and that she thought they were cute. I could hear in Paige's voice that these were fond memories.

Although she was jealous of Megan and she knew that she was fantasizing about me, she said she felt gratified to know that whatever pleasures Megan dreamed of at that moment, Paige already knew. If Megan dreamed of what it would feel like to have my hard cock deep in her pussy, Paige knew. If Megan tried to imagine wrapping her lips around the head of my dick, Paige had done it and Megan never would. She was afraid, though, that if Megan ever got me alone, she would surely steal me away. She was determined not to let that happen. 

Her voice got dreamy again as she described how Megan made her way to her little sofa. Megan seemed to glide across the floor, grabbing a pillow from a chair and tossing it on the couch. She climbed on the couch, slid the Daisy Dukes and g-string down past her knees and she rested her ass on the pillow. Her shirt was pulled up to her armpits. Paige watched as Megan ran her fingertips from her inner thighs, across her flat little tummy, to her breasts. She circled both nipples with her finger tips. Her left hand lingered to caress her breasts as her right hand found its way back across her stomach to her wet and waiting snatch. Paige could tell Megan's pussy was wet by the sound. She heard the slurping sound as Megan began to finger fuck herself. The sound of Megan's fingers, working at her twat and the sound of her heavy panting had a hypnotic effect. It was then that Paige discovered that her own little pussy was getting hot and wet. She didn't realize just how wet she was till she put her hand under her t-shirt, which was one that I had worn the day before, and pressed her hand against her cotton panties, now dripping wet and hot-to-the-touch.

Paige felt her heart pounding beneath her 'pretty little titties'. She was beginning to tremble and her knees were getting weak. She wanted to lie down, but she couldn't pull herself away from the spectacle before her. She had never looked at Megan that way before. She knew that Megan was a sexual creature, just as she was, herself. Neither of them had much experience in such matters, but they were such passionate lovers, that they tried to pour their souls into the few sexual encounters that they'd had.

Paige said she was so close to Megan that she could see goose-bumps form and beads of sweat rise on her skin. Megan's fingers played her own body like a musical instrument and Paige's body picked up on the rhythm and the silent melody. She felt it, in her skin, and her organs. She wanted to accompany Megan and harmonize, somehow. She wanted to touch Megan and smell Megan and taste Megan and sense Megan in every way.

Paige wanted to please herself, to play a counter melody in Megan's 'Symphony of Sex', so she found Megan's rhythm and began to stroke her pussy to the beat. Paige used one finger when Megan used one finger, and two fingers when Megan used two. Paige said she didn't even try three fingers, she liked two fingers. She struggled , all the while, to stay on her feet. Her knees were so weak. 

She watched Megan's 'Horizontal Ballet' as she writhed and twisted on her couch, all sweaty and muscular. Then Megan began to arch her back, and buck against her hand. She was fucking herself so well. She raised her ass off her pillow and achieved a position that was worthy of the Khama Sutra.

Megan began to twitch and shudder as her orgasm took hold of her. Paige froze and watched as Megan twisted and shook. Paige's eyes traveled up and down Megan's body, drinking in her beauty. When Paige's eyes reached Megan's face, she was enraptured. She said Megan had never looked more gorgeous. She had a look of pure pleasure. Paige wanted to kiss her just then. She wanted to wrap her arms around Megan and hold her.

Paige stood very still and tried to calm her own heavy breathing. She watched as Megan pulled her wet fingers from her dripping pussy and brought them to her face. Megan held her fingers near her face and drew a deep breath. Paige was wishing she could smell Megan's pussy. She thought she was going to die when Megan touched her fingers to her lips. Paige watched as slid her middle finger into her mouth and started to suck it.

Paige tip-toed back to Megan's bed and slipped between the sheet. She touched her own pretty little titties and slid her hand into wet, hot cotton panties. Her middle finger easily slid into her dripping little snatch. She began to finger her sopping little flower, thinking of her gorgeous girlfriend, as her girlfriend thought of me. That image of Megan was burned into her mind.

After only a couple of minutes, Paige froze again, as she heard Megan's bare feet padding across the floor to her little bedroom.

"Paige, you awake?" she heard Megan ask. "Man, you've had way too much to drink. You should probably sober up and go home soon. You can stay as long as you want, you know that.

"Your uncle was here, he just left. I told him you were fine and I would bring you home later. He is in great shape, you know that. I would love get into his pants. I always knew he had a big ol' cock and now I know. I gave him a hard-on. He let me cry on his shoulder and I guess I kinda brushed my boobs against him and he got hard. He needs someone to take care of him. I wanted to reach down into his pants and take hold of the snake of his."

Paige remembered thinking, "He has someone to take care of him and that snake of his." Paige began to think of the last time we had fucked and slowly moved her finger inside her hot little box. Megan knelt on her bed, hovered over Paige and bent down to kiss Paige's neck. She buried Paige's head and face with her long black hair. The hot breath of both girls mingled in the close little space and Paige thought she might suffocate. She smell of Megan's breath filled Paige's nostrils. Megan had the smell of her own pussy on her lips. Paige told me that she wanted to kiss Megan and share the flavor of her twat. 

"I love you, Paige," Megan whispered, and kissed Paige's earlobe. She raised up, and they each drew a deep breath of fresh air. Paige kept her finger slowly moving inside her twat. "I think I love your uncle too. I want him so much," Megan went on. "I'm gonna fuck him, Paige. I'm gonna suck that big ol' cock of his!" Paige was furious and turned on at the same time. She pictured Megan on her knees in front of me with my dick in Megan's mouth. She said she was jealous, but she wanted to watch me cum in Megan's mouth. Paige's finger began to move a little faster and she pushed it deeper into her pussy. The bed began to shake a little and Paige figured out the Megan was finger banging herself again. The musk of Megan's pussy filled Paige's nostrils once more and she heard the slurping sound as Megan's fingers slid in and out of her hot little box.

Just knowing that her gorgeous girlfriend was just inches away, stroking her pretty little pussy was driving Paige crazy. She wanted to roll over and wrestle Megan to the bed and make mad passionate love to her. She had never thought of Megan, or any other girl, in that way before, but at that moment she wanted nothing more. She wished that she could at least finger herself the way that Megan was. She could not bring herself to do anything at all. She was petrified. Paige was afraid to show any feelings to Megan. She was afraid to show Megan her jealousy or her lust. She continued to feign sleep, but she found her clit with her fingertip and gently massaged it as she listened to Megan's fingers slipping and sliding in and out of her own gorgeous little gash only inches away. 

Paige lay there, frustrated and confused as Megan finished her business. She got off pretty quick. Paige could feel the bed move as Megan trembled and shook. She was jealous of Megan once more, this time because Megan had reached orgasm twice and Paige was too scared to bring herself to one. 

Once Megan's orgasm had subsided, she immediately collapsed beside Paige and cuddled up behind her. She threw her arm over Paige and pulled herself close. She cupped Paige's small breast in her hand and nestled her wet crotch against Paige's ass.

After a few minutes, Paige was sure that Megan had fallen asleep and picked up the pace of her clitoris massage. She spread her legs a little farther and plunged in deeper. Paige tuned everyone out at that moment. She blocked out all thoughts of me or Megan or anything other than her own body. She worked her little box softly but with deep passion. Soon she reached a feverish crescendo. She shivered and shook as Megan writhed against her. They moved in concert, Megan grinding her pussy on Paige's ass, with Paige pushing back. Megan pressed her beautiful boobs against Megan's back and Megan gently massaged Paige's pretty, right titty.




Paige Ch. 07



Once Paige started to regain her senses and realized where she was, she finally began to collect herself and catch her breath and Megan fell perfectly still. It was Megan that was faking sleep then. Paige could feel every square inch of Megan's skin that touched her. She could smell Megan. She had never felt so close to her best friend.

"I love you, Megan." Paige whispered.

Megan only moaned.



Paige Ch. 08



When I had gathered myself, I wiped my face on my sleeve and made my way into Sarah's house. As I unlocked the door I wondered if I would always think of it as "Sarah's House" or would I come to think of it as Paige's house.

I could hear a voice leaving a message as I walked through the door. By the time I got to the phone all I heard was, "...so my plane lands at just after noon tomorrow. I'll catch a cab and I'll see you about 1:30 or 2:00 o'clock. Stay strong, Paige, my dear. I'll see you tomorrow. I love you." It was a voice that I had dreaded to hear, although I knew it was inevitable. It was the voice of Sarah's sister, Elizabeth. 

I knew that Elizabeth would be coming and I hadn't been looking forward to it, at all. Of all the unpleasant tasks I faced in those days, dealing with Elizabeth promised to be the most uncomfortable.

Elizabeth never cared much for me and I was never fond of her. She was disappointed that Sarah had married Carl. She felt that Sarah could have done better. 

Elizabeth never liked me at all. I was never sure exactly why. I supposed it was a number of things. I never knew just how much she knew about my fealings for Sarah. Carl was always aware of my feelings, but just accepted it. There had been some competition, but he knew he had won. He accepted it and I accepted it and we didn't mention it. Elizabeth sensed it and it bothered her. She really didn't like either of us, and me least of all. 

After Carl's passing, her awareness of my feelings for Sarah really seamed to trouble her. She did everything in her power to stand between me and Sarah and Paige. Fortunately she lived in California and she had little impact on our lives. 

Sarah and Elizabeth couldn't have been more different, as sisters go. As I have mentioned, Sarah was petite and light complected, with sandy-blonde hair. Sarah was as sweet a girl as you would ever want to meet. Sarah always had a kind word for every won she encountered.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, took after her father's side of her family. That is to say that she was taller, darker and more robust. Elizabeth was more of a take-charge type of personality. Even though Elizabeth was Sarah's younger sister, she was the more dominate personality and was much more assertive.

Paige was never fond of Elizabeth either. She liked to refer to her aunt as "Lizard Breath". I poured myself a strong drink and settled on the couch and stared at the muted TV screen in the dark as I thought about Sarah and how much I had loved her. I had another drink, and another, and another. 

I found myself nursing a whiskey on the rocks, in just my boxers, trying, not-so-hard to focus on some infomercial on the TV, with my half-hard cock in my hand. My mind had been drifting from distant memories of Sarah to recent memories of Paige, to even more recent memories of Megan. I found myself wishing that I had fucked Megan right there on her couch, while Paige slept in the next room. Then I was ashamed, for a moment. Maybe I should have gone into Megan's room and made love to my sweet little Paige, with Megan in the next room. Maybe then Megan would have joined us. My shame reappeared, but my cock was now very hard. I wanted to fuck Megan. I knew that she wanted to fuck me. I knew that it was going to happen. 

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I shouted to no one. "I love you Paige!" I looked around as if I expected to see her appear. "I love you, Baby!" I looked around her house, as if the house was a part of her. I was talking to the house. "I love you Paige! You're my Baby! You know that don't you?" 

I found myself wishing I had fucked Sarah so long ago, I mean really fucked her. Fucked her brains out. Not just an uncomfortable quickie in the back seat of my brother's car. I should have swept her off her feet before she ever met my brother. Maybe then she would have loved me instead of him. Then, I thought, if that had happened, Paige would never had been born. Then where would I be?

I poured myself another whiskey on the rocks and thought about my little girl. Paige, I was convinced ,was she was the true love of my life. I looked around the living room. That room, exemplified, Sarah and Paige, and I spoke to them both as I spoke to that room.

"Sarah," I began, "You always knew how much I loved you! I suppose that most every one knew. That was probably an embarrassment to you, and I am sorry! I am sorry if that caused problems with you and your sister." I fought back the tears.

"Paige," I declared, "I love you like I've never loved anyone! I will always be by your side. No one will ever take you away from me!"

I drained the last of my drink and poured myself another. I looked around the room and thought of Elizabeth being there. "And Liz," I went on, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You have never done anything to support Sarah or Paige. I don't give a fuck about you!" With that I took a deep drink of whiskey and sat down.  As I was drifting off I heard a key in the lock. I struggled to focus and was soothed by the voice of my baby. I heard Paige whisper in my ear, "You look like shit. You must be fucked up." Then I felt her lips against mine. 

I was so drunk that I'm surprised that I remember anything from that night, but I know I heard her say, "I need you right now."

She helped me dress for bed and brush my teeth. She dragged me to bed and she went wild on me. Her kisses were so passionate that I was overwhelmed. I was too drunk to reciprocate. I tried to be a good lover, but it just wasn't working.

I remember saying, "I love you, Sarah! I'm sorry that I can't make love to you you right now."

Paige replied, "Shut the fuck up and hold me!" I wrapped my arms around my little girl and held her so tightly that I nearly suffocated her.

"Sarah's gone now. Its you and me," she whispered. "You got that? Its just you and me now."

"Its always been just you and me," I muttered, "Its just you and me."

My dick was hard again. She pulled my drunken body on top of her and guided my cock into her hot wet little twat. "Shut up and fuck me you old fool!" she gasped.

I plunged my hard cock as deep into her sweet little pussy as far as it would go and shot my hot load of cum. I wasn't sure if it was Sarah or Megan or who it was that I was fucking, until I heard Paige's voice, panting, "Oh god, I love it when you cum in me!" I rolled over and pulled her on top of me. "Don't you ever leave me, you mother fucker!"

"I'll never leave you, Baby!" I slurred, "Its you and me, Baby. It'll always be just you and me."

She squirmed out of my arms and positioned herself above me, straddling my face. "Eat me," she demanded, "And make me cum!" Her pussy was just inches from my face, with my juices dripping from her. I raised up and started licking at her twat. She was wet and slick. I knew it was more my juices than hers. I licked and sucked at her pussy until she began to moan. Suddenly she squeezed out a gob of what I knew had to be my own cum. It filled my mouth. It was thick and gooey and salty. At first I was reviled, but then I reveled in it. It came from me and then from my Baby's pussy, so it was beautiful. I wanted more. I sucked and licked at her little cunt until the flavor changed. It was all my Baby's pussy now. She was squealing with delight and moaning with pleasure. She started to cum before I ever touched her clit with my tongue. Once I did, she began to shiver and squirm, then gush her own juices all over my face. Then she collapsed and I gathered her up in my arms and said, "Don't you ever leave!"

"Never, ever, ever," she gasped, "Its only you and me. Just you and me, forever!"



Paige Ch. 09



Paige and I were both nervous about Elizabeth's arrival. We tidied up the house as best we could and greeted Elizabeth when she arrived at 1:40 PM.

Paige was the perfect little hostess, leading us to the kitchen and serving us a lunch that she had learned to prepare on some cooking show. We drank a little wine and toasted Sarah several times. Elizabeth was as cold as usual toward me. I had never felt as uncomfortable around anyone as I did around Elizabeth. I was walking on egg shells from the time she arrived.

After lunch, Paige asked if she might go spend the rest of the afternoon with Megan. I said that was fine and Elizabeth agreed. Paige had prepared the spare room for Elizabeth. I would have occupied that room, but I had only meant to stay a couple of days, and crashed on the couch. Then I found my self sleeping in Paige's bed. So it was back to the couch for me. No one had entered Sarah's room since we had received the sad news.

I was so relieved when ol' Lizard Breath repaired to her room after lunch. Elizabeth showered and rested and we met me in the kitchen just after 4:00. We shared some casserole that one of Sarah's friends had dropped off, drank the rest of the wine we had opened at lunch and reminisced about Sarah. Elizabeth told me some stories about Sarah as a girl that I had never heard. Some of those stories were sweet, some were funny and some were sad.

Elizabeth revealed to me a side of Sarah that I had never seen, and a side of herself that I never known. I found a whole knew appreciation for Elizabeth that afternoon.

We opened another bottle of wine and talked a while longer. We swapped stories and jokes and laughed together, until the wine bottle ran dry. Elizabeth had really loosened up and I felt a bit more relaxed 

The only other time that I could recall getting along so well with Elizabeth, was the first Thanksgiving after Carl's passing. That evening didn't end well, though.

"I'm going to say something, here, if you don't mind," Elizabeth stated, suddenly.

"Would it stop you if I did mind?" I interjected.

"No it wouldn't, so shut up, and listen!"

"Go on."

"I want you to know that I appreciate all you've done for Sarah and Paige."

"Forget it."

"No, seriously, you have gone out of your way to take care of my sister and her little girl over these years, and nobody has acknowledged your efforts at all."

"That's what families are for,"I said. What she meant was, she had never acknowledged my efforts. Sarah and Paige always had.

"And I've been awfully mean to you at times." 

"Don't worry about it."

"You're being awfully sweet about this."

"You want to watch a movie, or something?" I asked. I had to change the subject. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable again, and I felt terrible about the things I had shouted as I went on my rant the night before. I had never seen that kind and sensitive side of Elizabeth.

"Sure," she said. "I'll pop some corn." Elizabeth popped the corn and I went to the family room and picked out a flick.

When Elizabeth entered the family room I held up a DVD case asked. "What about this one Liz?"

" 'When Harry Met Sally'! Excellent choice," she said, "But I'd rather you call me Beth. I hate to be called Liz."

"I've noticed."

"And still you've continued."

"I can be a bit of a prick."

"I've noticed."

"Touche!"

We sat on the sofa, eating popcorn, watching the movie and laughing. It was quite nice.

After a while I noticed that "Beth" wasn't paying attention to the movie. He attention was else where.

Presently, she began to cry. Without hesitation, I slipped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. She laid her head on my shoulder and started to sob. I just held her, and let cry as I sat there, staring at the TV screen.

Beth cried until her tears ran dry. After a while she grew quiet and fell asleep. In her sleep, she snuggled up very close to me and I held her a little tighter. She curled up beside me in a nearly fetal position, so child-like.

It felt awfully good, cuddling with Beth that way. My shoulder was wet with her tears and her body felt so warm against mine. I found myself, once again comforting another weeping woman. And once more, I was aroused by the crying creature.

I felt my cock getting harder and harder as Beth snuggled closer and I pulled her tighter against me. I hadn't held Paige in my arms since we'd gotten the sad news. I'd held Megan, as she cried, but I had to get away from her. So the closeness and the warmth of a woman was very exciting to me just then. Besides, in those sad days, as I found myself comforting those weeping women, I took great comfort and consolation in the closeness that Beth afforded me. I also enjoyed a fascinating excitement.

There was no getting away from Beth. At that moment I wanted anything but to get away from her. I suddenly found her very alluring. Beth was by no means unattractive. She wasn't cute in the way that Sarah or Paige were. Beth was taller and darker complected with features that were a little more course. She was quite pretty, actually.

But, "Pretty is, as pretty does." my dear mother always said, and Beth had never expressed any prettiness toward me, so I never looked at her in that light. Or I should say seldom looked at her in that light.

As I lay there on the sofa, feeling all warm and fuzzy, with Beth snuggling up so tight to me, I began to reminisce. I thought back to that Thanksgiving, so long ago.

It was the day after Thanksgiving, that Friday, that I recalled. Sarah had invited me to her mother, Martha's, for the holiday. It was a sweet gesture, considering I had been in town since Carl's funeral and had no where to spend the holiday.

I traveled up to Martha's with Sarah and Paige. Sarah's father had passed a few years prior and it meant a great deal to Martha to have her family gather for the holiday feast. I felt honored to be invited.

Besides Sarah, Paige and me, Elizabeth was there with her husband, Paul, along with their two boys, Peter and Alex. Martha had invited some of her friends from church and some of her neighbors, as well. She had a houseful, and we all had a wonderful time. 

The following day, Friday, was far more relaxed. It was just family. We enjoyed a huge brunch that morning. In the afternoon we played touch football, in the yard, like a bunch of Kennedy's. Then we adults lounged about the house, snacking, watching TV, swapping stories, and gossiping as the kids galloped about the yard. Martha could not have been happier. Her daughters could not have been more pleased.

The evening was a bit more festive, the women prepared a wonderful supper from the left-overs of the Thanksgiving feast. We ate and drank and enjoyed one another's company.

The adults drank and played a trivia game around the table as the children fell asleep, in chairs and on the floor all about the house.

I recalled that Elizabeth was particular jovial that evening. She was bright and clever, very funny. I was amazed at her. There was a gleam in her eye and a glow about her that I had never seen. She was quite fetching as well. She wore a rather tight, white angora sweater, that revealed just a hint of cleavage, and a black skirt. I had never notice what lovely legs she had.

Elizabeth and I were the finalists in the trivia game. We jousted, verbally , back and forth, about the minutia of useless facts, never losing sight of the fact that is was all a game. It was quite fun.

By the time game was over, Elizabeth and I were the last two in the house awake, and she had won. I congratulated her and rose from the table with a whole new appreciation for her.

I stepped out onto the porch to have a smoke. The weather was mild for November, just slightly brisk. I stood there at the rail, blowing smoke rings into the still autumn night air. There was a half moon as I recall, so the lawn was bright.

I was standing at the porch rail smoking when Elizabeth came out of the house.. She stepped up to the rail and said, "What a beautiful night."

I turned and saw Elizabeth, standing in that moonlight, gazing out across her mother's lawn. There was something about the way that light struck her face. Her profile, at that instant was astounding. I wanted to say something clever, about how she was more beautiful than the night, or how the moon paled in her glory, or something.

I really wanted to impress her, but I realized how stupid those things would have sounded, and how inappropriate it would have been to say something like that. So I simply muttered, "Yeah, beautiful night."

I stared at her until she turned and looked me in the eye. "Yeah, beautiful night." I repeated.

"Yeah, beautiful," she echoed. For some reason, I felt that she knew that I wanted to say more.

Then, suddenly, it felt as if, all that wonderful comradery that seemed to be developing, was slipping away. Perhaps it had been just a charade.

Then Elizabeth made a small, subtle, clever joke, a reference to one of the trivia questions from earlier, an inside joke, that only she and I would understand, and we laughed. We looked into each others eyes and realized that no one else in the world would get that joke. That made it special, in a way, and it made it all the funnier. We laughed until we were breathless. Once we caught our breath. We looked at one another. We both felt embarrassed and looked away.

I looked out over the lawn for a minute then turned to steal another glance at Elizabeth's profile, but she was gone. I turned a little farther and saw her standing in the corner with her back against the wall, half bathed in moonlight, half concealed in the shadow of a porch column. The stark contrast of light and dark was amazing. The pale moonlight, the black shadows, the white sweater and the black skirt, it looked like something from an old film noir. I had to move closer and get a better look at her. 

I took a step or two in her direction and saw that she looked amazing to me in that light. I glanced into the house as I passed the window and saw Elizabeth's husband, Paul, sleeping in the lounge chair and Sarah, asleep on the couch. Martha had long since gone to bed.

I looked back at Elizabeth and she stared back at me. I started to walk toward her, again, very slowly, giving her every opportunity to indicate that I should stop, or turn and walk away. She did neither. She just leaned against that wall, staring me in the eye as I approached her.

It seemed to take hours to cross that porch. I moved closer and closer until I was finally right in front of her, just inches away. I leaned forward until I could feel my shirt slightly brushing her sweater. I felt her breasts heave as she drew a deep breath. I smelled the wine on her lips. My face was only an inch from hers, looking deep into her eye, when we heard the door knob rattle.

Elizabeth quickly turned to her right as I turned to mine. By the time Sarah had opened the door, Elizabeth was there to meet her. I was at the rail about to light another cigarette.

"Oh, Sarah!" Elizabeth said to her sister, "I was just on my way in to put the boys to bed."

"I'll be right in."

"Take your time It's a lovely night."

Sarah stepped up beside me, tenderly laid her little hand on my shoulder and said, "Beth's not such a bad person, is she?"

"She's OK I guess."

"You guys seemed to be getting along famously tonight."

"Yeah, must be the holiday spirit."

"Or maybe the holiday spirits."

"That could be it too."

"It is beautiful out here tonight."

"Yes she is," I said , then quickly added, "It certainly is."

We stood there in silence for another minute, then Sarah said, "I'm going in to put Paige to bed."

"Good night my dear," I said.

"Good night," she said sweetly and went back in.

Elizabeth didn't speak to me the rest of the weekend. 



Paige Ch. 10



I must have dozed off as I lay there on the sofa with Beth. We had been watching a movie when she started to cry and held her close to console her. My imagine had drifted off to that holiday night, so long ago. Beth and I had gotten close that night, too close. That image of Beth's face, in the moonlight and shadow was burned into my brain. I don't know what I'd expected to happen next, that night. I was somewhat relieved that Sarah showed up when she did. She had bailed me out.

I hadn't thought of that in years. It was the last thing I would have thought of when I considered what it might be like having Elizabeth around.

I must admit that I had recalled that night from time to time, usually when I was all alone. More than once, as I remembered those moments, I became aroused and upon occasion, pleasured myself.

I slowly began to awaken. My mind returned to the present moment. I felt the warmth of Beth's body against mine, the wetness of her tears on my shirt and the strain of my cock against my trousers. I wondered why I was deriving such pleasure from crying women; and they weren't just crying, they were grieving, they were in mourning. It was my newest perversion. Then I thought I heard a woman moaning, bellowing out in passion. I was sure I heard a woman in the throes of an orgasm. I began to wonder where I was. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Beth, still cuddled beside me, still sleeping, but starting to stir. I looked up at the TV and saw Meg Ryan faking an orgasm. She was givin' it hell. I had to laugh.

It seemed awfully loud and it was sure to wake Beth. She stirred a bit more and I fumbled for the remote control. I gathered up the remote, and I was struggling to locate the mute button, as Paige came through the front door. She must have heard the TV. She rushed into the family room to find, Beth and me, all snuggled up on the couch. Beth was getting restless. "Sally's" moans were about to wake her up. Beth turned her face and buried it in my chest, having no idea where she was. She squirmed a little more, and started to make grunting sounds like a little piglet rooting. I was in a panic to mute that damned television before it woke Beth up.

I found the mute and pushed it. It was then that Paige came into view. Beth grunted once more sniffed once or twice, still not quite awake. Paige stood glaring down at us, gaping in total disbelief. I lifted my arm from Beth's waist and laid it on the back of the couch.

"I don't fucking believe you!" she said. "How could you? The two of you?"

It dawned on me how it must have appeared to Paige. Then I remembered "Sally's" moans and could only imagine what must have been going through Paige's mind. Suddenly, the whole thing was hilarious to me. "Paige," I chuckled, "This is not what it looks like." I couldn't help but laugh.

Paige looked down at the bulge in my pants, shook her head, and said, "I know what that looks like"

"Paige," I was pleading. "You don't believe for a minute..." I chuckled again and bit my lip.

"And you think its funny!"

"Oh, it's funny alright. You just don't get it," I chuckled , then realized what a stupid thing that was to say.

Beth squirmed and grunted again.

"I don't get it? I get it alright. It's sick!" She stomped out.

Beth sniffed again and sat up. She brushed her hair out of her face and rubbed her swollen eyes. She was slowly becoming aware of where she was. "Was that Paige?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, "She went to bed."

Beth turned to look at me. I could tell, as her face turned red that she realizing where she was and who she was with. I had never seen her so vulnerable, so child-like. As she struggled to focus on my face, I struggled not to become anymore aroused. This woman, who had soaked my shirt with her tears and warmed my body, was suddenly the most attractive thing I had ever known.

I couldn't comprehend the magnitude of the attraction. Her face darkened with anger. She huffed and bolted upright. "I'm going to bed too," she muttered, and walked away.

"Good night," I called behind her. There was no response. I sat and pondered the events of the past several moments. It was such a comedy of errors that I laughed again, this time in disbelief. I just couldn't believe that I had fucked things up so royally, again.

I'd had a chance to bring Beth, Paige and me as close as we needed to be right then. I couldn't expect us to be one big happy family. But we at least, needed to be something close to that, at that time, even I could see that. Given the chance to patch things up with aunt Beth and get a new start for us all, what did I do, I fucked it all up. Fucking typical.

I went to he kitchen poured myself a drink. I began to think that I was as sick as Paige thought I was. To fuck Paige in first place was the biggest mistake I had ever made. Then to believe that I was falling in love with her. That part was true. I had always loved Paige, but my feelings for her were different know. They were deeper; and more confusing.

I thought maybe I could have fallen for her and kept it a secret. We could have been secretly in love for the rest of lives and never spoke of it. I'm sure that kind of thing happened. But no! I had to bed her; over and over. "You sick fuck!" I said aloud, then looked to see if there was anyone there. The last time I launched into a rant I had been alone. I needed to give my self a good talking to, so I grabbed the whiskey bottle and stepped outside.

I sat on the back step and began to curse myself, under my breath at first, "You sick fuck! Look at you! First you fuck Paige, then you try to fuck Megan." I thought to myself that it was actually Megan that came on to me.

"Shut the fuck up!" I said to my thoughts. "Don't try to rationalize that shit. If Paige hadn't been there, you'd have fucked her in a heartbeat, and you know it." I did know it.

"Then there's that shit with Beth. What the fuck is all that all about?" I tried to rationalize that to myself as well. Things really weren't as they had appeared to Paige in the family room. I drained the last of the whiskey from my glass and poured another shot.

"Paige might have gotten the wrong impression of what physically happening. She didn't have to see the fantasy in your head to notice the bulge in your pants." I took another drink of whiskey.

"What is this new perversion of yours?" At first it seemed too filthy to even speak of, but I went on. "How can you find pleasure in their grief. How can get you all excited over feeling a woman's tears on your shoulder. How can you get aroused by their tears and their snot and their hot breath on you shirt; feeling their breasts rise and fall against you with their sobs as they hold you close; just looking for some comfort, while you were just looking for a piece of ass." I noticed that I had a hard-on. "You are sick!" I took a drink from the bottle and stumbled back into the house.

I took off my shirt and noticed it was still wet. I held it to my face and breathed in the scent of Beth. It was such a delicate aroma. I pressed the shirt to my face. It became warm again as I breathed into it. I kicked off my shoes and let my pants drop to the floor. I laid down on the couch, in just my boxers, with my shirt against my face. I took my cock with my free hand and stroked it, as I breathed in the essence of Beth and felt all those fluids from her face on mine.

I was nearly suffocating in the warm, moist, oxygen deprived atmosphere beneath my shirt. I labored for breath, with my heart pounding harder and harder, and my hand stroking faster and faster on my cock. I was getting a little light headed when I started to cum. Just as I came, I pulled the shirt from my face and drew in a deep breath of cool, clean air. I breathed in like a runner in a marathon. Breath after breath of cool, clean air was rushing into lungs. And shot after shot of hot cum was spewing from my cock.

I took the shirt and rubbed it into the cum on my stomach, making sure to use the wet part, the part that was drenched in those fluids from Beth's face along with my sweat. Now it was warmed with my breath and I was mingling all that with my cum. I took that shirt that was soaked in Beth's tears, and her snot and my sweat and my cum, and wrapped it around my cock. I held it there until my cock went flaccid.

As the last wave of pleasure ebbed. It was soon replaced by another wave, one of guilt and shame. I was sure then, that Paige was right. I was sick.



Paige Ch. 11



The saddest part was behind us. Sarah's mom, Martha, had come down for the memorial service. Her minister had brought her and he conducted the service. Paige still wasn't talking to me and Beth gave me the cold shoulder. At least Martha was sweet.

We all went back to the house for dinner, Paige, Beth, Martha, most of the dearly beloved and me. Gradually the mourners all filtered out. After we had eaten and Martha had gone it was time to discuss some serious matters. Paige didn't want to participate and went to her room.

Since Beth would be leaving the day, she and I discussed all the dreadful things that to be dealt with and we made some serious decisions. That is that Beth informed me of the decisions that she had already made. Basically it came down to Paige flying out to California to live with Beth and her family, right after graduation, which was just a couple weeks away. Then they could help her get into a "good" college. They, meaning Beth, could deal with selling the house and all the legal details in due time.

I knew Paige wouldn't go along, but I couldn't argue. Paige was an adult, after all, even though, Beth treated like a child, besides, Beth, " knew what was best for Paige." I didn't have an alternative to offer. I had no choice but to agree. That being settled, Beth went up to tell Paige the good news.

The screaming went on for what seemed like hours. I stepped out on the back porch and cracked a fresh bottle of whiskey 

Paige was right when she told me I was sick. I can see it clearly now. I'm glad Sarah didn't see my behavior in those days, or Carl. Some would say they could. I know that I was beginning to despise myself.

I drank until the shouting calmed down and stumbled to Paige's couch and passed out. I woke up on that couch, where I had cuddled with Beth, the night before. My head was throbbing and my mouth tasted like someone had used it as a doormat. I needed a drink of water and some aspirin. I got up and went to the kitchen in just my boxers. To my surprise, there in the dark, at the table, sat Beth; eating ice cream from a tub. Neither of us spoke. I watched her from the corner of my eye as I walked to the cabinet. Beth never raised her head.

I fetched a glass from the shelf and filled it with tap water. I found the aspirin and shook a couple into my hand, as Beth made her way to the fridge to put her ice cream away. She walked to the sink and rinsed her spoon, after which she stood and stared out the window above sink, She leaned forward and rested on her hands, in front of the sink. I swallowed my aspirin and drank my water, as I looked at her standing there. 

Her face was bathed in the ambient light from outside, a mix of street lamps, a security light from someone's garage and just a hint of moonlight. There was that profile of hers again. It was regal in some way. My eyes followed her shapely form all the way down to her lovely legs and back up to her sweet looking little ass. That was one thing the women of that family had in common; that beautiful ass. 

Beth was wearing a satin nightie that seemed to be draped over her, it hung just below that lovely ass of hers. I could hardly see her lovely legs in that dark kitchen, but from what I could see, they were as fine as ever. 

I walked to the sink and reached across her to set my glass in the sink. She didn't acknowledge me at all. Once I had released the glass, I stood still, just inches away from her. I watched her profile, as she breathed in that odd pink glow. I moved over behind her, still just inches from her. She hadn't so much as flinched. I moved closer until we were in the slightest contact. I moved in a little closer, she hadn't budged. I leaned against her and she leaned back to me. I felt the smooth cool fabric of her nightie against my chest, and I my cock grow hard against the fabric of my shorts and the firm resistance of her ass.

I moved to where my hard cock was nestled between the cheeks of Beth's cute little ass. She pushed back against it, and sighed. I took her breast in my hand and massaged it. She drew a deep breath. I lifted her nightie and pulled her panties down. She wiggled out of them and spread her feet apart. I pulled my boxers down and bent my knees to position my cock between her thighs. I straightened my legs slowly. I guided my cock to her pussy, it was warm and wet. She gasped.

I continued to straighten my legs, my cock slid into her pussy and I kept going as Beth drew a slow seep breath. I had my cock buried in Beth's pussy but kept going until my legs were completely straight and she was on her toes. I thought I heard a soft moan escape her lips.

I slowly pulled back and started to stroke Beth's dripping twat. I imagined her face, bathed in that strange pink glow, there in the kitchen. I imagined how she had looked on that couch in Paige's family room. I pictured how she'd looked wearing that sweater and skirt, bathed in the light of the moon. I thought maybe the lack of resistance was because she wasn't being satisfied at home. I wanted to satisfy her. I wanted to make her cum and see just how good sex could be. I wanted to be the one to make her cum like she never had before. She continued to breath deeply, but I knew she could loosen up more.

I placed my hand against her muff and she let out a stifled, "Oh!"

A whirlwind of images raced through my mind, I saw Beth in the kitchen, Beth on the couch, Beth on the porch, Beth in the kitchen, Beth on the couch, Beth on the porch. Those sexy, sweet images suddenly gave way to Liz sneering at me, Liz snickering at me, Liz glaring at me.

Who was this woman that I was fucking? Why was I fucking her? I no longer wanted to satisfy her. I wanted to hurt her. I didn't want to make her cum. I wanted to make her bleed. This is the woman that had derided me and insulted my brother's memory. The woman that had said demeaning thing about me and my brother, to Sarah, within earshot of sweet little Paige. Oh yes, I wanted to hurt her. Sweet fucking revenge.

I slowly pulled my slick, wet cock from her dripping cunt, slid it back and ran it up the crack of the tender little ass. I pressed the head into her puckered little butt hole. She gasped . I pushed in another inch, then another and another. She grunted with each thrust. Once, twice more and I was all the way in. Beth grunted softly; I could tell it hurt. I started to fuck her hard and fast. She kept grunting, like the little pig she was. She was enjoying the pain. What the fuck? I kept going until our natural lubrication dried up.

Dry friction fucking. She wasn't enjoying it any longer. I grabbed both of breasts in my hands and squeezed them tight. Long, agonizing groans were flowing from her lips. I was in pain too. The friction was excruciating. The tender skin, below the head of my cock was tearing. I was not going to give up though, not until either my cum or her blood was running down her legs. Both would have even better.

Suddenly we froze. We held our collective breath. She must have heard what I'd heard. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was right behind us. I turned to look, but there was nothing there. Not another sound. I slowly pulled my tattered cock from her raw ass hole.

I pulled my boxers up and walked away as Liz found her panties. I thought I heard the faint click of a door latch, somewhere, I couldn't be sure; then nothing else.



Paige Ch. 12



Beth was gone when I got up the next morning. I took a long hot shower and thought back on the events of the night before. I stood in the steamy shower, with nearly scalding water cascading down my back , remembering, letting it play back in my head, in hopes that maybe enough hot water and enough soap could wash away the shame and guilt.

I remembered how exciting and titillating it seemed at first; my encounter had been with Beth, in the kitchen. My cock started getting hard and as the skin stretched and the water touched the shredded flesh, it all came back to me; how the vitriol had permeated by entire being and how that act of sex had turned so ugly. The pain was rather searing. I lathered up my hands and applied the soap to my cock, which only intensified the pain, a pain that was somehow gratifying and shameful at the same time. The shame won out and I let that tattered piece of meat go limp as I washed the rest of my body. I stood under the shower until the water ran cold. 

I made my way to the scene of the crime and brewed a pot of coffee. I had taken some aspirin and was sitting at the table sipping my first cup, when Paige came in. She didn't speak at first. She ignored me. She poured herself a cup of coffee, two sugars, heavy cream. She walked over to the sink, stopped and then backed away, so as not to touch the counter. 

I pictured Beth and me at that spot right in front of where Paige stood. I remembered that sound that I had heard, the sound the Beth must have heard, the sound that Paige had probably made. The shame washed over me. 

Paige turned and glowered at me. I stared at my coffee cup, humiliated. I looked up in shame and begged, "Paige, please..."

"Fuck you!" she blurted, "Paige please, what? Paige please stand by patiently, as I fuck your aunt? Paige please be a 'good little girl' as I do anything I damn well desire?"

"Paige," I pleaded, "You don't understand. It's not how it looked."

"Here you go again with the 'not how it looks bullshit'. How do you think it looks, when you fuck my aunt, in her butt?"

"Paige, there was no love involved, like with you. It was a grudge fuck."

"Grudge fuck! Did you just make that up? I don't care if it was love, lust or vengeance: You fucked her just the same; in my kitchen. I eat here, you son of a bitch! "

I stood up and took a step in her direction and said, "Paige, baby, you don't understand."

"Don't you come near me. And don't you 'baby' me, you mother fucker! You're the one that don't understand. You don't understand me at all. I thought of all the people in the world, you were the one that did understand me." She was beginning to tremble. "You told me you loved me. You've been lyin' to me all along." She threw her coffee at me. I ducked and the cup missed me but a lot of the coffee splattered on me. It was hot but I wasn't seriously hurt. 

I took another step toward her and said, "That's not true Paige. I do love you, more than you'll ever know." She stood there, trembling, breathing hard and staring me down. She let me take another step. I was close enough to touch her or for her to slap me. I was about to reach for her when she spat in my face.

Paige turned and stomped out of the kitchen. I stood there for moment, listening to her footsteps fade and then her bedroom door slam, before I wiped her spittle from my face. I deserved every bit of it. I had brought all of that upon myself. I looked at the whiskey bottle on the counter and turned my head.

I went after her. I called to her from outside her door, "Paige, you need to listen to me. I love you. I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

"Oh lucky me," she replied through her closed door.

"I'm serious , Paige. I've been a fool, an idiot."

"No shit!"

"Paige, I need you, and you need me."

"I don't need anybody, least of all you."

"I need you and you need me to start that new life we've talked about."

"Fuck you."

"Seriously, Paige. It might have seemed impossible when all this started between us, but now..."

"Go to hell!"

"This could be our time. Just you and me Paige. I'll never treat you bad again. We can find a place where nobody knows us and we can live together as a couple. It doesn't have to be a legal marriage, but I'll treat like my wife. I'll be good to you, I promise."

"Some husband you'd make," her voice was beginning to soften.

"I haven't been myself, Paige. We're all goin' through some strange shit right now. When all of this over, we could have the best years of our lives, together, me and you."

"Just go away," she said, in a much more subdued tone, and she repeated, "Just go away," in a voice I could barely hear through the door. 

I thought I heard Paige crying. I was sure I heard a sob. It broke my heart that she wouldn't open that door and let me hold her. I walked away.

I got dressed and set about the duties that had been charged to me. I met with a probate lawyer, a representative of the airline, a real estate agent and Paige's guidance councilor, that day. Paige should have gone with me, but I left her alone. I learned that Paige, my little hellion was actually very bright and quite a good student. She skipped a few classes and got into a bit of trouble at school, but she got good grades and tested quite well. All the faculty and staff loved her. The best news was, she could take her final exams, and test out of school at any time. She could walk with her class or they could mail her diploma. 

When I left the school, I hurried back to the house. I walked in the back door to find Sarah, or what appeared to be Sarah sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a glass of wine. 

Paige had dressed herself in one of Sarah's outfits. She wore a silky blouse that she left half unbuttoned and a short skirt, with hose and heels. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had put on a little of Sarah's make up, very understated, just the way Sarah wore it. Paige's hair was longer than Sarah's, but she had pulled it back into a ponytail, the way Sarah did when she was younger. The way Sarah had worn it when I first met her.

She stood up and looked me square in the eye and said, "Hi, glass of wine?" I was flabbergasted. It was scary. It was as if Sarah were standing in front of me, except the face was younger. It was the face that I had fallen for all those years before, the face that had broken my heart. And Paige had let her voice relax and fall into just a slightly deeper register. She sounded exactly like her mother. 

"Sure," I said. She walked to the counter and poured some wine into a waiting glass and handed it to me.

"Cheers," she said solemnly in Sarah's voice and raised her glass, staring me in the eye the whole time.

"Cheers," I replied. "Well, the school said the you can take your exams as soon as your ready. And if you pass them all, your school year is done. They'll mail the diploma."

"Wonderful," she said, "I'm sure Paige will be delighted." At that point it was getting too weird. She walked to the counter and poured herself another glass of wine. I looked her up and down from behind. She looked astounding. The skirt fit her tight little ass perfectly and her legs, in those hose and high heels, were unbelievable. I didn't know who I was looking at. She had seemed no more than a child when I had arrived, then she had stepped out of the shower that Sunday morning, a woman. The tragic news of her mother's death sent her retreating into the guise of the little girl again. Now here stood this woman, with a child trapped within. Was it the woman that I held that unrequited torch for all those years, or was it the girl that I had fallen madly in love with two weeks ago. At that moment, they were one and the same.

She turned and looked me in the eye again. This time I saw my Paige, my girl, my Baby. For an instant she had slipped out of character, but I watched as Sarah reemerged. She walked up close to me and I could smell Sarah. Paige smelled of vanilla and creme brulee. Sarah smelled of Tendre Poison. She gently placed her hand behind my neck and leaned in to kiss me. She would have had to tip toe, usually, but in her heels, she didn't. I still had to bend my head just a little. I tenderly laid my lips against hers. Her mouth didn't taste like Paige's. Paige's mouth had offered several flavors when last I had tasted her; liquor, sex, liquor and sex, my juices, her juices, toothpaste, fruit flavored lip gloss, coffee and sex, bubble gum and sex. She parted her lips and let my tongue enter this mature mouth which tasted of a woman's lipstick and Chardonnay. 

We kissed deeply. I didn't couldn't be sure who I was kissing. It felt familiar, but this "Sarah" was more reserved and more deliberate in her style of kissing than Paige was, still just as passionate. I let myself believe for a minute that I was kissing Sarah. I pulled her close and held her tight. This body was definitely familiar. I felt Paige's breasts against my chest. But some how it was different. Paige would have gone wild and been all over me at that point. But this "Sarah" was smooth and measured. Where Paige burned bright and hot, this "Sarah" smoldered, just as hot, but dark and smokey.

I had backed her up to the table. I lifted her and sat her on the edge. Her skirt hiked up enough to let her legs spread. I slid my left leg between her knees. She started kissing my neck, wet kisses, up and down my neck. She bit my earlobe and whispered, "I've always known how you felt about me. I've felt the same way. Now, at last, we can have what we've always wanted."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It was Sarah's voice saying the things that I wished she had said, so long ago. But I knew these words were coming out of Paige. I wanted so badly to believe that it was Sarah, that I pretended that Paige didn't exist. I found myself in a time and place where no one existed but Sarah and me.

"You can take me to my bed if you want. Or then again, you always wanted to fuck me on my kitchen table, didn't you." She'd hike her skirt up all the way to reveal that she was wearing only a garter belt beneath to hold up her thigh-high hose, with no panties. I picked her up and carried her to Sarah's room.

I tore off the comforter and threw her on the bed. There were candles lit and the room smelled of Sarah's perfume. I stripped my clothes off and she kicked off her shoes. I stood over her as she opened her blouse. She lay trembling as I pulled down her skirt. She was still wearing her garter and hose, her blouse was open and her heaving breasts were exposed. There was no stud in this "Sarah's" navel. Her pussy was wet and glistening in the candle light. I climbed on top of her. I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed my tongue past her wet, plump lips. She sucked my tongue as I kissed her.

My hard throbbing cock found her wet little pussy. She guided me in and I drove it all the way down. She let out a loud moan. "How do you like that?" I thought. This was not like making tender love to sweet little Paige. I was fucking Sarah. At last I was fucking the love of my life. I was fucking the bitch that had fucked my head up for all these years. Her pussy was tighter than I had expected, but all the better for me. I pulled back and thrust into her again. She thrust right back and moaned.

We started fucking hard. She was matching me stroke for stroke and moaning with each one. I looked down at her face and could tell that she was in pain, and I was glad. Still I couldn't help but say, "God, I love you!"

She asked, "What's my name, mother fucker?"

"Sarah."

"Say it, mother fucker!"

"Sarah!"

"Say it all, mother fucker!"

"Sara! I love you, Sarah!"

To which she replied, "Fuck me, Daddy!"

I drove my hard cock in all the way again, with a lustful vengeance, and exclaimed, "I love you, Sarah!"

And she replied, "Fuck me, Daddy!" I drove my cock home again.

"I love you, Sarah!"

"Fuck me Daddy!"

And so it went for what seemed an eternity, until I felt her begin to tremble. Once she started to shudder, I let go with a massive load, that I drove deep down into her pussy, thinking, "There, bitch, that's what you've been missing!"

She muttered, "Oh, Daddy, oh, Daddy, oh Daddy, oh..."

I looked down at her and could see tears stream down her cheeks. It was the face of my Paige, wearing her mother's make up, which was now smeared and streaked with her sweat and tears. My heart melted. I was consumed with guilt. I had just fucked her mother as she watched. I wasn't sure who Paige had fucked. I kissed her lips and she slapped my face. I pulled my shoulders back and pushed my dick as far into her as possible and let the last of my come drain as deep into her as I could get it. I felt the last of my filthy pleasure drain from me as well.

It wasn't until then that I noticed the pain. My torn cock was ripped apart again. 

When I had finished, I nearly collapsed on top of her. Once she had finished she pushed me off. I fell beside her. 

"I want to have your baby, " she gasped. I didn't know if it was "Sarah" talking or Paige.

"You are one crazy bitch!" I said. 

"I hate you, mother fucker!" she sobbed. It was Paige talking now. She had started to cry again. I pulled her close and she nuzzled into my shoulder. She began to weep and sob. She shed tears and slobber and snot all over my bare shoulder and chest. I loved every drop of it. I felt my cock getting hard again. 

After a few minutes, her sobbing subsided and she her raised her wet, puffy face to mine and kissed me. It was the sloppiest, and the sweetest kiss we had ever shared. Then she whispered, so softly and tenderly, that even from inches away, I could barely hear her, "I love you. I don't know why, but I've always loved you, and I always will."

My little girl, my Baby, was back. "I'll always love you too, Baby." I pulled her close and held her tight. She cried hard for a while. I just held her and let it flow. Eventually, she ran out of tears. She lay there, trembling, sniffing and gasping to catch her breath, while I stroked her hair. A few minutes later she was asleep.We stayed in Sarah's bed the rest of that day and all that night.



Paige Ch. 13



When I awoke the next morning, I was alone. I sat up and pulled down the sheets to find a bloody mess. My entire crotch was incrusted in blood and the sheets were soaked. My cock was a mass of shredded flesh. Part of the blood was surely mine, but not all of it, I was certain. 

I slid my jeans and shirt on and stripped the bed. I grabbed the bedding and my shoes and walked down the hall. I tossed the mess on the bathroom floor and took a shower.

After my shower I put on some fresh clothes, picked up the ruined bedding and trod downstairs. There was Paige, sitting at the kitchen table, with a cup of coffee, reading a People magazine. She wore winter pajamas, that covered her legs and her arms. This was a girl that didn't like to cover up unless it was cold. It wasn't cold at all that morning. It made her all the more alluring to me. She sat there, head down, her hair hanging down in her face, all covered up in flannel.

"Hi," Paige said, in a tiny sheepish tone. She barely glanced up at me.

"Morning," I replied, as I walked past. I went straight to the laundry room with the sheets. Once I got to the laundry room, I decided to trash the whole thing, and chucked it all in the garbage, and went back to the kitchen. 

Paige looked up as I walked in and I smiled at her. She gave me the tiniest smile, but it seemed to light up the room. Her green eyes shined through the hair hanging across her face.

I turned to pour myself a cup of coffee and soon felt Paige's little hands on my ribs. She slid her arms around me, and held me close. I pivoted to face her, lifted her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I brushed the hair from her face and kissed her softly. Her hair smelled like blueberries and her mouth tasted like coffee, with cream and sugar. She laid her head on my shoulder and let it rest there. There were no tears, no sobs, just the warmest embrace I had ever known. We stood there entangled that way until our coffee grew cold. 

Finally she said, "I hate you, mother fucker," without looking up or loosening her grip on me. "I hate the way you make me love you, even when I don't want to."

"You don't want to love me?"

"Sometimes I don't. But I can't help it. Do you really love me or not?"

"I do, Paige. I love you more than life itself."

"Now that just sounds like a load of shit."

"Paige, I've never loved anyone the way I love you."

"You've got a fucked up way of showin' a girl that you love her."

"I know, Baby. I've been a real mess lately. I want to take care of you. I want to do the right thing."

"There you go again, talkin' in cliches. I don't need you to take care of me. And do you have the slightest idea of what the 'right thing' to do is in this situation?"

"Who does? Let's just do what needs to be done and I'll be right at your side. I want to marry you, but we can't do that. So we have to figure out the next best thing."

"Would you really marry me?"

"I would. I swear. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Are you going to send me to Aunt Beth's?" 

"Hell no! It's you me and from now on."

"I want to sell the house."

"I know."

"I mean right away."

"OK."

"I want to sell everything in it. Right now."

"We'll have an estate sale."

"Good. Right now, I have to go see Megan."

"Right now?"

"It's important."

She ran off, got dressed and she was gone. I called the realtor and the lawyer and made arrangements for the estate sale. Paige had me take care of all the important matters. She should have been more involved, but I was glad that she trusted me. I told everyone that she was too distraught to deal with the details. Truth was she didn't want to be bothered. All she did was sign the papers. Looking back, I realize that I could really taken advantage of her. I loved her and did what she wanted and what I thought was best for her. 

It was a busy day. Paige came home at about six and was very moody. Those were strange times. Paige had yet to mourn the loss of her parents in what might be considered an appropriate fashion. I whipped up a light dinner and we ate in near silence.

We slept in Paige's bed that night. It seemed a little odd, but it was wonderful just to hold her and anticipate making love to my sweet little lover. She had stripped her room of a lot of the things that had made it seem so childish, just a couple of weeks before. It seemed a little sparse.

Paige slipped into bed beside me, wearing a set of cute little pajamas. I wore just my shorts. She wrapped her arms around me and we kissed. Her kisses were the best I'd ever known. "I have some confessions to make," she said. 

"What is it?"

"About boys. You weren't my first. I lied to you. I did it with my old boyfriend five times."

"You don't have to tell me all this. I don't care. It's OK."

"No it's not. I lied to you. I didn't let him cum in me though. That part's true. And no boy ever made me cum,'til you."

"None of that matters, Paige. The only thing that matters is you and me."

"There's somethin' else."

"What?"

"It's Megan."

"What about Megan?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"Yeah, I know."

"No, she was my girlfriend, before you came along. She's in love with me."

"How do you feel about her?"

"I don't know. I mean. I love her but; I love you. She doesn't want me to leave. She asked me to move in with her the night of her party. That's why I had you come pick me up. I didn't have an answer, and I was afraid; and then you; and me; and now..."

"If I hadn't come along when I did, you would be living with Megan, as her lover. Is that it."

"I don't know. I was confused. I'm still confused."

"Would you rather live with Megan?"

"No, I want to live with you, forever, I swear. But, I don't want to hurt Megan. I still love her."

"Is that why you had to see her today?"

"You knew?"

"I just figured it out."

"Yeah, I was going to say good-bye, but, I couldn't."

"What happened?"

"What do think happened? I kissed her. I was kissing her good-bye, but she wouldn't say good-bye and she wouldn't stop kissing me. She pulled me into her bed and...she fucked me. Is that what you wanted to hear? I can't leave her." 

"What do want to do about her?"

"I want to take her with us."

"We can't do that."

"Sure we can. We can share her. It'll be the three of us. It will be beautiful. I know you're dying to fuck her. She told me she wants to fuck you. We can share."

"Paige! Stop it! You're talking nonsense."

"Don't tell me you wouldn't like to fuck her. You know you've thought about it. I heard the two of you when you came to pick me up at her place. I heard the two of you kissing."

"We didn't kiss."

"I heard you. I know that if I hadn't been there, you would have fucked her. After you left, she told me she was going to fuck you. And you can fuck her if you want to."

"Stop this talk!"

"Let's bring her into our bed. I know you would love to fuck her from behind as she eats my pussy. I can tell. Look how hard you are."

I was as hard as a rock and my heart was pounding. The images that Paige was creating were driving me wild. The thought of Megan kissing and making love to Paige was almost too much to bear. Then the thought of having the two of them in bed with me nearly sent me over the edge. I was sure that Paige was just saying those thing to test me. She was such a diabolical little wench. Paige nearly had me considering giving in and consenting to let Paige invite Megan to leave with us. I knew that it was a trap, and Paige would say, "I knew you wanted to fuck her!" and I would never hear the end of it.

"I'm hard for you, my baby. I want to fuck you so bad I can't stand it," I rolled on top of her and she guided my cock into her tight little twat. I didn't care how many times she'd fucked her boyfriend, or how many boyfriends, or girlfriends she'd had, Paige was all mine and would be forever more. 

Not only had she gotten me worked up, she had worked herself into a frenzy as well. I drove my hard cock into her little pussy a dozen times and she was cumming. That was a great relief to me, because I wasn't able to hold out for long before I shot my wad deep into my little lover and she screamed as she felt the heat of it deep in her twat. 

Paige had given me a lot to think about. We weren't going to be able to make a clean break from our little hometown. I could have persuaded her to leave a boyfriend, but I didn't know how to compete with a girlfriend.

Paige cuddled up beside me. I listened to her breathing and my mind began to drift. I thought about Megan. I remembered that day in Megan's little apartment and how much I had wanted her, that day. I pictured Megan and Paige in a loving embrace. I saw Megan kissing little Paige and tenderly caressing Paige's young body. I saw Paige touching Megan's body. I was fully erect within seconds. Paige's slender young fingers were soon wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking with a slow smooth rhythm.

I was picturing Megan making love to Paige; kissing every part of Paige's body, sucking Paige's gorgeous titties, fingering her sweet little snatch, when I felt Paige's lips on the head of my dick. She took in the head and swirled her tongue around it. She sucked on the head and then more and more of my wet, sticky cock slid into her mouth. She sucked hard, with a lusty hunger, then mellowed to a gentle, tender caress, with her hot, wet mouth.

I imagined it was Megan sucking my cock and I was ready to blow my load in seconds. It was all I could do not to call out, "Megan. Suck my cock Megan." I just let out a long, deep moan. I let go and shot my cum into Paige's mouth. She took it all in, swallowing every drop, then licking my cock clean.

Paige moved up to kiss my neck, then whispered, "She give's good head, huh?" it was as if she was reading my mind. This little girl scared me some times. I just moaned.



Paige Ch. 14



ch 14 : Takin' Megan?

 The next weeks were very hectic. On the day before the estate sale, Paige ran out to get more packing boxes and I was making a little lunch. She had only been gone for a couple minutes and Megan was at the door. She let herself in, as she always did. She was becoming a fixture around the house. She made herself right at home.

Megan walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter next to me. "Hi there, Handsome," she said. She was a relentless flirt. It really pissed Paige off at first, but she was getting used to it. When Paige wasn't around I couldn't hep but reciprocate sometimes. 

"Hello yourself, Gorgeous," I answered.

"What 'ya making there?"

"Ham and cheese sandwich. Are ya hungry?"

"I'm always hungry...if you know what I mean."

Without looking up, I said, "You are such a dirty li'l girl."

"You have no idea Mister." 

I shot her a sideways glance, shook my head and chuckled.

Megan moved a little closer, leaned toward me and whispered, "Feed me." 

I raised my sandwich and offered it to her. Megan took a small bite and looked me in the eye as she slowly and seductively chewed it. There was a small drop on mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth. I wiped it off with the tip of my finger. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to her mouth. She licked the mayo off and sucked my finger into her mouth. Our eyes remain locked. 

Megan took a drink of my beer and said, "Thank you."

Still looking into her eyes, I replied, "No, thank YOU." I had worked hard at avoiding such a situation. I tried not to be alone with her. I had tried not to stare at her or flirt with her when Paige was around. That was the first time we had been alone with Paige out of the house. I knew that I could resist temptation for only so long.

"Some how, I'm not quite satisfied," Megan sad and bit her lower lip. She touched my cheek and move a little closer to me. I should have pulled away but I didn't. "Have you changed you mind yet?"

"No, I haven't."

Megan feigned a pout and whimpered, "Aww, you wouldn't regret it. I promise."

Nearly every day, I almost caved in and told Paige that Megan could come along with us. Ever time I steeled my resolve and held firm. As tempting as it might have been to travel across the country with those two beautiful girls, it would have spelled trouble for sure. I knew that I would regret it one way or another.

Megan stroked my cheek with her finger and moved closer still. I stood my ground, our eyes still locked. I felt my heart rate increase and a stirring in my trousers as she slid her hand around to the back of my neck. 

I laid my hand on her waist and pulled her the last few inches toward me. "Mmmm," she moaned. With our bodies touching and our eyes fixed in that longing gaze, came the inevitable kiss. It started soft and tender and escalated quickly. With in seconds we were hungrily and passionately trying to devour each other's mouths. 

After kissing deeply for only a minute, Megan broke our kiss and pulled back far enough to run her hands up and down my chest. I took her firm young breast in my hand and squeezed. She whimpered and began to unfasten my pants. 

I massaged and kneaded her breast as she proceeded to unzip and lower my trousers. She took my throbbing manhood in her hand and moaned again. "Mmmm, yes," she whispered . Soon she was on her knees before me, my cock just inches from her face. "Yes! Oh yes," she repeated. 

Megan kissed the crown and swirled her tongue around it, licking off the precum that had oozed out. She wrapped her lips around my cock and took the first couple of inches. She sucked voraciously, then took all of my cock into her mouth. It was wonderful. Paige wasn't able to do that yet. It had been so long since a woman had given me such a treatment that I nearly exploded. I wanted so badly to cum in her beautiful mouth, but I wanted it to last as long as possible. 

Megan's head was bobbing as her soft, smooth lips slid up and down the shaft of my cock. I realized how badly I had wanted her all along. The thought of every other woman abandoned me. There was no Paige at that moment, no Sarah. No other woman had ever existed and this was the first head job ever. It was amazing. I felt it building deep inside me; what promised to be an historic eruption. I knew that I was going to spew streams of my hot cum into Megan's pretty mouth and she was going to love it.

That's when we heard Paige's car turn onto the street. The window was open and Paige's bug had an unmistakable sound. Megan and I just froze for a second. She rose and looked me in the eye. As she stroked my saliva slicked dick, she whispered, "This ain't over, Mister."

"Hell no," I answered.

"And by the way, you're delicious."

Megan moved away, toward the fridge as I pulled up and fastened my pants. She took a can of soda pop from the shelf, stepped back to the counter, picked up my sandwich and tore it in two. She threw the larger part away and raised the rest to my mouth. I took a bite. She put the remainder back on my plate, put the plate on the table and ordered me to sit. She then poured part of my beer and some of her soda down the drain. She set the beer beside the plate and sat at the other end of the table. I had a mouth full of sandwich and Megan was taking a sip of her soda as Paige came in with an arm load of empty cartons.

"There she is," Megan said, "Thought I heard you pull up. Need a hand?"

Paige replied, "Sure," to which Megan and I both stood.

"Finish your delicious lunch, Handsome. We got this." Megan winked at me and the girls went out to Paige's car.

As I took the last bite of my sandwich it occurred to me what Megan had done in that last minute. She had set a scene, complete with a nearly finished sandwich and two almost drunk beverages. It would appear that she had been drinking her Coke and sitting with me as I ate my lunch, waiting for Paige to return. 

I knew then what a clever and diabolical little wench we were dealing with. There was no way that she could come along with Paige and me. I knew too that I needed to steer clear of her. I heard the girls burst into laughter outside and it almost scared me to think what they might be laughing about.



Paige Ch. 15



Things were really moving fast. The estate sale had gone really well. Just about everything in the house had been sold and it was almost all gone, just a few items to be picked up. Paige had accepted the first off she got on the house. We had bought a motor home for the trip west and had stocked it with fresh food and water. We were ready and anxious to go. If all went as planned, we would leave the next morning. 

Megan was around a lot and I made an effort not to be alone with her. Paige had yet to tell her that she was not coming along. I thought it was understood, but Megan kept acting as if I would change my mind at the last minute. 

Paige had just a last few papers to sign and she left early to get it done. I tried to make myself busy, packing a few last things when Megan arrived. Paige had only been gone for a few minutes. She let herself in and found my in the nearly empty dining room. "Hey you big, delicious hunk," she chimed, "Home alone?"

Megan sat on the floor beside me and went on, "That's not right. You shouldn't be left alone. But then, you're not exactly alone right now, are ya.?" I tried to stay busy and not look up.

"I guess I'm not alone," I kept working.

"But we are alone, you and me. Alone together." 

I looked over at her and my heart skipped a beat. She was smiling, so sweet and innocent looking, sitting cross-legged on the floor. My eyes traveled down her body. She was wearing a tight little t shirt. Her firm, young breasts were straining the fabric. The shape of her nipples was evident.

Her shorts were riding high up her legs. When my eyes moved back up to her face, the innocent smile was gone. She tilted her head and cast such a seductive glance that I nearly melted into her dark eyes. 

I went back to packing the box and she crawled on her hands and knees until she was just inches from me. Her aroma filled my nostrils, vanilla. I felt her warm breath on my neck and cheek. Finally she whispered, "Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

I slowly turned to face her. My nose brushed hers as I turned. Our eyes locked. Her deep, dark eyes slowly closed and her head tilted. She leaned toward me and our lips met. It was a soft and tender kiss that quickly escalated to a hot, passionate, soulful one. I grabbed her head and pulled herwith me as I rolled onto my back. She lay upon my chest, her gorgeous breasts, crushed into my chest and her tongue plunged into my mouth.

Megan sucked and licked at my mouth as I grabbed and groped her firm, young body. I took both cheeks of her ass in my hands and pulled her closer to me. I knew that I found myself alone with her I wouldn't be able to resist. I rolled us over and pried myself from her grasp. I stood up and took a step back. 

A whimper escaped Megan's lips that turned to what seemed like a growl. She moved to her knees with feline prowess. She lunged, wrapped her arms around my legs and buried her face in my crotch. She nibbled my hard member through the fabric of my shorts. I tangled my fingers in her long, dark hair. She took the waist band of my shorts in her teeth and started pulling them down, looking at me with that wanton look in her deep brown eyes. She pulled the elastic down enough for the head of my cock to peek out. She gently bit the tender flesh and I liked it.She nibbled and chewed on me. It hurt, but I loved it. 

I pulled Megan to her feet and kissed her mouth, hard. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to Sarah's old room. It was an empty space, save for Sarah's bed, that had been disassembled, awaiting to be taken away. I dropped Megan on the mattress. She pulled off her t-shirt and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between her fingers. I pulled my shorts down, freeing my throbbingcock. 

She squirmed and writhed in her pink cotton panties. She wriggled out of her panties and lay there naked there on that bare mattress

I dropped to my knees beside her. She took my hard cock between her delicate fingers as her hand ran across my chest. I was soon between her legs with her leading me into her. As I pressed the head of my cock to her warm wet pussy, she cried out, "Oh yes! Fuck me!" And I did.

I plunged my cock deep into my tender Megan. We had both been waiting for that moment. She gasped and I grunted as my member sunk deep into her. I drove my cock as deep as possible onto her. I was horny and I was angry. I had tried to avoid getting involved with her in that way. But I knew from the moment I touched her the very first time, it was inevitable.

I thrust my cock into Megan's hot, wet little twat again and again; pounding that little pussy. "How dare you put me in this position, you little slut," I thought, "I'll show you. You wanna fuck a real man? Well now you got it." I let loose with a torrent of raw lust and passion, fucking her as hard as I had ever fucked anyone. I pushed her knees back to her shoulders, opening her wide for me. 

"Oh yeah," she cried, ""Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I was determined to show her what "Fuck me hard" meant. I drove deep into her, hearing her whimpers and moans turn to cries and screams. I almost hoped that her cries were those of pain. I wanted to hurt that little bitch for torturing me and putting Paige through what she had. All the while I wanted to please the little minx, and show her how good sex could be with a real man.

Megan just kept screaming, "Yes! Yes!" and, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" So I kept up my assault. She twisted and turned beneath me as I pounded her pussy, with a relentless piston's thrusts. She whimpered, moaned and cried out. I felt I was teaching her some lesson as I satisfied our prurient needs. 

"Oh shit! Oh, shit, Fuck, fuck fuck!" Megan bellowed and I knew she was cumming. She shuddered and shivered, twisted and turned. She bucked against me and nearly threw me off. She came hard and came wet; wetter than I had ever know. She was squirting, soaking me. I fought to stay on her, and in her until I could cum too. When I did cum it was so intense, that it was almost painful.

Megan wrapped her legs around me and screamed, "Cum in me! Yes! Give me your seed!" I did. I erupted into her with a force that surprised even me. I shot stream and stream of white hot cum into Megan's wet little pussy. I thought it would never stop. It was amazing, agonizing and astonishing. When I finished, I rolled over and collapsed beside her, her legs still wrapped around me. Her long dark hair was everywhere; across her face, sticking to the sweat on her neck, shoulders and breasts, as well as clinging to my sweaty skin. She was one of the messiest, sexiest sights I had ever beheld, as she lay there panting.

I was tumbling into the deep, dark, limpid pools of Megan's eyes, struggling to catch my breath. I felt I needed to say something. I wanted to say something deep. I wanted to describe what I felt at that moment but words escaped me. I was afraid of saying too much, saying something stupid, something I might regret. Before I could speak, Megan did. "I knew we would be good together." She pulled away from me and slithered down until she had my shriveling cock between her slender fingers and right before her face. 

Megan kissed the shiny head of my wet, slippery dick. It twitched. She licked and sucked the last drops of my cum as it oozed out of me. She took the crown of my cock into her mouth and I began to get hard again. "Mmmmm," she moaned. The vibration transcended throughout me. 

"You are really delicious," Megan moaned, "We are delicious." She started to suck my cock with that lust and hunger that I remembered from the time she'd gone down on me in the kitchen. Just then the doorbell rang. She released my cock with a popping sound and looking up at me with sad eyes, she whimpered.

"I better get that," I said.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed, then relented, "OK." She rolled onto her back and sighed. I slipped my shorts back on and Megan gathered her clothes and scampered off the bathroom. I was watching her cute little ass and her lovely legs, with our juices running down her them, when I heard, "Hello? Its Julie. Anyone here?" 

Julie was the realtor. She had sold Sarah's house. I opened the bedroom door enough to shout, "Be right there!"

"Take your time," came the reply. "I brought Wendy and Ned to get some measurements." Wendy and Ned were the cute young couple that had bought the house. Wendy was especially adorable. She was three months pregnant, with rosy cheeks and a twinkle in her eye; another one I needed to stay away from. 

I leaned back against the door, listening to the water run as Megan cleaned up, trying not picture her. I was struggling to relax and let my erection subside, when I noticed the wet spot on the mattress. I took a towel from a box and pressed it against the wet place, while pushing the mattress near the window so the sun could bath it in it's heat.

I stepped into the hall, trying not to envision Megan's wet, naked body; trying not to cave in and invite her to join Paige and me. I wanted her so badly just then. 

"Fuck it," I mutteredto myself. "I can't leave her behind." I reached for the doorknob to go back and tell her that she was coming with me; us. I heard the water stop and I could see her. I froze. I held still and realized what I was about to do and changed my mind; again.