6 comments/ 65919 views/ 15 favorites My Best Friend's Daughter Ch. 01 By: hafnium10 (I have noticed an interesting pattern in the feedback to my romance stories. Almost all of the response from women has been positive about how slowly the stories start and how much it helps build the passion. Most of the response from men has been how bored they were with the story and how they never finished it. No wonder women are frustrated with men sometimes). I ran into Stef at the restaurant. The last time I had seen her she was 12 years old and playing on a swing set in the back yard of my best friend Nathan's house. I had known her all of her life, having been at the hospital with Nathan when she was born. I think I was the first person besides him to see her, smiling through the window of the newborn "display" in the pediatric wing. Since she was old enough to talk, I had been her Uncle Kyle. She was with a group of girlfriends at the bar, I guess waiting for a table to open. She looked at me curiously; like you do when you think you recognize someone but aren't really sure. I smiled and waved at her letting her know that it really was me. She excused herself quickly and weaved her way excitedly through the crowd toward me. She reached me with a giggle and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. "Hi Uncle Kyle," she said into my ear over the noise. "My God, I haven't seen you for so long." "Yeah Stef. What has it been .. 10 years?" "Well, I'm 25 now so you do the math." She took my hand and re-traced her path through the crowd to her friends. She introduced them to me but I really wasn't paying attention... you know how it is when you meet people you are never going to see again. I was much more fascinated with Stef. As she talked and laughed through the introductions, I was hypnotized by her smile and her soft voice. It was funny how in a loud and noisy bar, I could pick out her voice so clearly. Nathan's wife was Japanese and Stef's skin had that beautiful oriental complexion. Her blue eyes were a contrast to her dark hair. Her body had certainly developed since the last time I had seen her. Her dress was tight enough to reveal an ample bosom beneath it and her hips were wide enough to accent her narrow waist. She was not tall but looking at her it seemed that everything seemed in perfect proportion. I was making small talk with her friends when she leaned toward me ear. I didn't recognize the perfume but it smelled lovely on her. "I told my friends that I wanted to spend time with you, Uncle Kyle. Let's go find a quiet place to talk." We walked down the street and found a quiet coffee shop where we sat and reminisced. The time flew as we caught up on our lives. I told her about my marriage and how my wife had passed away a few years back and she told me about college and her search for a job afterward. "So did you ever find anyone special, Stef? I can't believe a pretty girl like you is alone." He voice softened as she spoke. "Well, yes, Uncle Kyle I did. He was smart and charming and fun to be with. I thought we would end up together forever." I could hear her voice break and could see her eyes start to glisten. I reached across the table and placed my hand on hers. I wanted to ask but knew that she would tell me if she wanted. I looked into her face, the question in my eyes. I saw the first tear run down her cheek. She spoke in halting sentences, punctuated with deep breaths as she fought back her emotions. "He got shipped to Iraq. He volunteered to go into the military. He was on patrol out by the airport in Baghdad when the IED went off." I squeezed her hand firmly. I knew where this story was going. "He called me from the hospital and told me he was okay and that I shouldn't worry but he was just trying to make me feel better. He knew then that he would not be coming home." Her tears started flowing freely. I moved my chair beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. She rested her head on me and wept. She eventually calmed herself and sat up beside me. "God, I'm so sorry for blubbering Uncle Kyle. It's just that I have been alone for so long now. It has felt so lonely since he died." "I know Stef. When my wife died I felt like my world had ended. It does get better; you never forget but you learn to move on." The next few hours were devoted to drinking to the memories of our loved ones. Needless to say, when it came time for last call, we both were not feeling the pain that we had felt earlier. One last round of scotch on the rocks and it was time for us to go our separate ways. "I have to get a taxi, Uncle Kyle. It's a 45 minute drive home and I am in no condition to get behind the wheel." "Well, I don't think I would be a good designated driver right now either. Maybe we should split one." "How far do you have to go?" "My house is only about 10 minutes from here. You should just come stay at my place tonight Stef. Then we can come into town tomorrow and get our cars. It would be a lot shorter and cheaper trip for you." "Thanks Uncle Kyle. You always were the gentleman." The ride home went quickly. Stef slept against the car door with her legs draped across mine. As she shifted her weight, her skirt moved up her thighs. In my drunken condition, I couldn't help but look at them and see a small patch of white showing through. If she had been awake, she would have noticed a stirring on my lap under her calves. We pulled up to the front of my house in the suburbs and I paid the driver. He came around to the side and helped me Stef out of the car. I wrapped an arm around her waist to support her as she stirred groggily. The driver gave me a wink before heading back into the cab. I walked up to the porch with Stef stumbling alongside me. As I fished for my keys, she sat down on the porch swing. Before I could get my keys in the door, she was laying on her side; sleeping soundly. With the door propped open, I reached under her and lifted her off the swing. I carefully steered her through the door and up the stairs to the guest room. It was small and cramped but had a queen sized bed. Without much room to maneuver, I stumbled and dropped her onto the bed; following her down before I could regain my balance. I placed my hands on each side of her and started to push myself up when her hands reached up and grabbed my tie. I looked into you partially opened eyes and smiled. She was beautiful and very drunk and I did not want to take advantage of her or do something that she would be angry about later. "Uncle Kyle, what are you doing?" she asked with a smile of her own. "Sorry, Stef .... Just trying to get you into bed," I said and immediately knew that the sentence had not come out of the mouth the way I meant it. "Boy, you really are lonely, aren't you? Taking advantage of a girl that has had a little too much to drink." "I'm sorry Stef," I said as I tried to push away from her. Her grip on my tie only tightened as I tried to move away. "It's okay, really" she said as she pulled me down onto her. As my face approached hers, her eyes closed and her lips parted slightly. That was all it took as I leaned toward her and kissed her. For two adults in a drunken stupor, our energy levels were suddenly off the charts. Our lips pressed firmly against each other and our tongues busied themselves exploring each other's mouths. Her hands released my tie and held the back of my head tightly toward her as her fingers intertwined with my hair. I pressed my hips against her belly and she pushed her hips upward to meet me; grinding against my obvious erection. My hands slipped between us and found both breasts; large, firm and very excited from the feel of her nipples through the material of her dress. We were two bodies in lust. When we finally stopped to catch our breath, it was obvious that our drunken state had gotten the best of us. She looked at me shyly. "Sorry, Uncle Kyle. I don't think I can .... Well, you know." "It's okay Stef. I understand. I think we are both a little out of control and pretty damn hammered. Good night, sweetie. I will see you in the morning." It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do to leave her laying in the bed. I'm sure my arousal was obvious as I left the room. I couldn't get back to my room soon enough. I lay on the bed, not even bothering to undress completely as I pulled my cock through my slacks. I felt harder than I ever have before as I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking. "Oh Stef, your mouth feels so good around my cock," I said as I moved up and down slowly. "Oh baby, take me deep." I could feel the pressure building and knew release was only moments away when I heard the tapping on the door of my room. Before I could say anything, I saw the door swing open and saw Stef standing there in her silk robe, her mouth agape. I stopped what I was doing and covered what I could of my aroused cock with my hands. "Oh God, Uncle Kyle. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to apologize again for ....." and her voice trailed off. "It's okay Stef...really." "But it looked like you had a bit of problem to deal with after you left and now I've stopped you from doing that too." "Really, its fine Stef ... I'm okay" As she stood in the doorway, the concern on her face was replaced by a sly grin. I could see she was thinking about something but her next sentence surprised me. "You can finish if you want to. It's really okay." Her sly grin turned into a wide smile. "I've seen a guy masturbating before but I've never actually seen anyone actually finish. I would love to watch you cum." Although the alcohol had certainly lowered any resistance I might have had, this cute oriental woman saying the word cum to me was all the encouragement I needed. My hand resumed it motion along my cock. Usually I close my eyes when I satisfy myself but it was impossible not to look at Stef standing there. Her eyes were large and focused on my cock. It almost seemed her head was moving in rhythm with my hand. I knew from the feeling in my hips that this was not going to take long. She was a vision as she stood there in her robe. Her hard, dark nipples and dark pubic hair were clearly visible through the silky maerial. The sight of her was stimulating enough to get me going. Her voice was the last straw to any resistance to orgasm I had. "Are you going to cum?" she said; her voice husky with passion. That was all it took. Before I could answer her, that feeling hit in my belly and I spurted onto the top of my slacks and the tails of my dress shirt. It had been a while since I had masturbated or had sex so there was plenty for her to see. The pulses continued as I look at her face. She seemed hypnotized by the experience; her mouth slightly open and her eyes focused on my cock. "Wow," was said. "That's a lot." "Yeah," was my weak reply. It was then that I realized she had moved closer to the bed. She moved beside me and sat on the edge. "I'm glad you feel better," she said. "How do you know I feel better anyway?" "You're smiling" "Well yeah that did feel pretty good. It's been a long time for me." "Did it bother you that I was watching?" "What do you think Stef? Look at me. I'm a mess." "I'll leave you alone so you can get cleaned up. Sorry about before in my room. But I'm glad you could take care of your situation." She got up from the bed and walked toward the door. She turned slowly as she passed through the doorframe, looking over her shoulder with a smile on her face. "Good night, Uncle Kyle. See you in the morning . I'll make breakfast before we head back in to get our cars." (More to come) My Best Friend's Daughter Ch. 02 Morning was too soon in coming. The hangover did nothing to blur my memory of the night before ... of the show I had put on for Stef and our near miss sexual encounter. I wasn't quite sure what the dynamics would be when I saw her this morning so took my time getting dressed in my weekend outfit of sweats and a t-shirt. As I walked by the partially open door to the guest room, Stef was still sleeping... the night must have gotten the best of her also. She had fallen asleep with her robe still on but it had worked itself open as she slept. Her breasts with their large dark nipples were exposed to the cool air of the room. Her nipples stood excited against the air. Her legs were arranged so one leg was bent and crossed over the other making a sort of figure four. One arm was across her waist while the other was lying at the top of her dark pubic hair. Through the hair covering her, her outer lips were visible. I had lots of ideas and visions running through my head after last night about what I should try to do now, but thought the best of things and went out to grab some coffee and go get the paper. I ended up out on the deck in the morning sunshine, trying to let the heat of the day sweat out all of last night's scotch. I must have dozed off because I was startled by the noise of the patio door sliding open. As I turned my head Stef walked thtough wearing the robe from last night. "I hope it was okay that I wore this. It was hanging on the back of the door in the bedroom." "Yeah Stef, that was fine. It's my wife's ..... well, it was my wife's. I forgot it was even hanging in there. You look very pretty in it. You can take it with you if you want to .. not really many women over here to wear it anyway." "That is a shame Uncle Kyle. You are too good looking to be alone. And from what I remember of last night, you would certainly be able to make any woman happy you brought home." "Thanks, Stef. Glad you mentioned that ...I'm sorry for the display last night. We were both pretty drunk and all and I haven't been with a woman in a long time and , well ..." My voice trailed off in embarrassment as she smiled at me. "It's okay really. I'm glad you took care of yourself. I was feeling badly that I had gotten you in that condition... likes kind of a cock tease." The words coming out of my mouth were reassuring her that everything was fine but my mind was racing as I looked at her standing in the doorway. She filled out that robe in ways my wife would have only dreamed of. The robe only emphasized her petite waist and the large breasts that hung over it. The robe was tied loosely and her cleavage was amply exposed to my gaze. The material was thin enough to show me that she had not found any panties anywhere in the guest room to wear. I was relieved when she disappeared back into the doorway, thinking that my lust filled mind would get some time to compose itself. My hand was down the front of my sweatpants adjusting my hardening cock when she re-emerged with a cup of coffee in her hand. "Geez, Uncle Kyle. Doesn't that thing ever go down?" All I could do was mumble an apology as I removed my hand from my pants. "Maybe you should get dressed in something else Stef. Seems this thing has a mind of its own when I see you in that robe. I think there some of my wife's clothes in the dresser in the guest room." She smiled, turned a little more slowly than she should have and headed back through the door. If I thought I could have gotten away with it, I would have jerked off right there on the deck. I had known her all her life but these past few hours I was seeing her as quite a young woman, not a little girl. I walked in to get some coffee and decided I would be the one making breakfast, even though she had offered last night. I heard her singing softly and though how nice it was to have a woman in the house again. I could see the door to the guest room was open and for a moment the horny old man in me thought of walking quietly down the short hallway to peek inside, hoping for glimpse of your body without the robe interfering. I thought better of that so I called her name and asked her what she would like me to make. Evidently her singing made it impossible to hear me so I walked down and stopped just outside the door. "Stef ... what do you ......?" My voice trailed off as she walked out of the bathroom across the hall. She was wrapped in a towel that was not wide enough to totally cover either her breasts or her pussy fully so I got an eyeful of both. "Oh, sorry Uncle Kyle. Just freshening up a bit. Didn't know you were back in the house. I'll just be a minute," she said as she walked past me and into the guest room. I must have looked like an idiot just standing there staring as her with my mouth open as she went by. As she went through the doorway I noticed that the towel was not wide enough to cover her ass cheeks either. She really was quite beautiful. I made my way back to the kitchen and broke out the pots and pans while Stef got dressed. I did not know she was behind me until I felt her arms wrap around my waist and her boobs push against my chest. "It's been a long time since a gentleman made me breakfast after a night out, Uncle Kyle. Thank you." "I haven't had to cook for anyone in a while either Stef so eat at your own risk." We took breakfast out on the deck. Stef had found a pair of cutoff shorts and a t-shirt to wear. The shirt was a few sizes too small and did little to contain the breasts that were straining for release. The shorts, on the other hand, were not nearly small enough for her and she spent a good deal of time pulling them back up to her waist. We picked up our conversation from the night before... talking about our lives and where they had taken us since we had last seen each other. We shared the hurt of losing our spouses and talked about the loneliness that brought us. "It just seems like with my new job I have been so busy, I never have a chance to meet anyone anymore," Stef said with a level of frustration in her voice. "I'm always working or traveling or trying to catch up on my sleep. The only reason I was out last night was my girlfriends made me go. I'm going to be alone the rest of my life at this rate." Her voice had gone from frustrated to weepy and I could see the tears in her eyes. I moved my chair over and put my arm around her. I reached my hand up and gently pushed on her head, moving it to my shoulder. I could not hear her crying but could feel her body tremble against me. "It's okay Stef. You will find someone honey. You're a beautiful young woman and some guy will be very lucky to have you when the time comes." When she raised her head and turned to look at me, I saw a young woman needing someone to love her. I don't' know what possessed me to do it, but I leaned toward her. I had planned a soft kiss on her forehead but her face moved upward and my lips found her lips instead. It started so softly, a kiss filled with compassion for the loneliness we each felt in our lives. But the mood changed when she reached around the back of my head and pulled me tightly against her. I felt her tongue against my lips and all of my resistance was gone. My lips parted and our tongues found each other as our kisses went from compassion to passion. My mind was a muddle of confusion as our lips parted. What should I do now? I had known her since the day she was born and now I had this mind full of lust for her. I had watched her grow up and played in the back yard with her and now I wanted to take her into the bedroom and make love to her. I have never felt more like a dirty old man that I did at that moment. She looked into my eyes and asked me the question without any words. I reached up and took her face in my hands, using my thumbs to wipe the tears from her cheek. "Are you sure Stef? Is this what you really want?" Her next kiss answered my question. It was forceful and filled with lust. Her tongue explored my mouth as her arms reached around my neck. She moaned into my mouth with a desire I have seldom felt in a woman before. Our lips parted and she stood up from her chair. She reached out for me, taking my hand and pulling me gently; encouraging me to stand. I knew it was going to be obvious once again how excited she had made me. As I stood, her free hand reached out for the front of my sweat pants and the erection that there was no way to hide. We kissed again, my one hand in hers and the other behind her neck. Her free hands squeezed my cock through the cotton material of my sweats and she slowly rubbed her palm against me. I would have made love to her right out there on the chaise lounge in the sunshine at that moment but she seemed to have other ideas as she parted from our kiss and turned to walk into the house. Her hand still holding mine, I followed her. My mind was racing once again as we walked down the hallway and past the guest room. She opened the door to my bedroom and we both walked inside. As she approached the bed Stef gently pulled my hand, leading me to the edge. With a grin on her face, she placed her hand in my chest and pushed me down so I was sitting there with my feet dangling off the edge. She reached out and gave my cock a squeeze, the stepped away. Her arms crossed as she reached for the hem of her shirt, grabbed it and pulled it over her head. I don't know if I made a sound but I could feel the air rushing into my lungs as I inhaled deeply at the sight of her breasts. What I had seen at a glance while she was sleeping I now saw in all their glory. Her nipples were erect, with large dark circles surrounding them. They appeared firm and stood up like young breasts do. She could tell where my eyes were focused and she cupped them with her hands; squeezing them gently with her fingers. Her thumbs reached up and rubbed her nipples. I was hypnotized. I followed the movement of her hands as they made their way from her breasts to her waist. The jeans, still baggy around her narrow waist, moved downward with only the slightest encouragement. Without the need to undo them, they found their way around her ankles; exposing the dark hair between her thighs. She was trimmed but not shaved with a small tattoo just above. She stepped out of her shorts and made a small step toward me; her nude beautiful young body there for me to behold. She rested her hands on her belly and looked at me. "Well, Uncle Kyle. What do you think? All grown up, huh?" I wanted to say something but could not find the words. I think I might have grunted my approval. It was obvious when she look at me that I did like the vision before me. The head of my cock was peeking out of the top of my sweatpants. I started to stand but she stepped forward and placed her hand on my chest again. "Just sit back and relax. I will help you get out of those things," she whispered. Her hands found the elastic on my pants and pulled at it. "Uncle Kyle, you have to raise your hips for me if you want me to do this." I moved my hips off the bed and she had my pants around my ankles. With a harder tug, she pulled them over my bare feet and tossed them aside. "It looks bigger than it did last night," she said as she reached her hand around it. The coolness of her palm on my cock made me flinch. "Are you cold, Uncle Kyle? Maybe I can warm him up for you." With that, a dream came true. She moved her face downward and opened her lips. Her mouth slid slowly down the length of my cock until I was totally engulfed by her. I could not see her face but could almost feel the smile on her lips as she held me inside her. She was not moving, just squeezing her cheeks around me. Squeezing and releasing then squeezing again. Her head slowly moved up and down the length of me. She would hesitate at that spot where the head meets the shaft and move the tip of her tongue around it. She would move until only the tip was in her mouth and suck on it. Her tongue would tickle my opening, taking any precum with it. Then, with one motion, she would take me fully inside her again. I could feel a weakness overtake me as I lay back on the bed. At this angle I could see my cock sliding in and out of her lips. I could see her smile as she looked into my eyes while she gave me the attention I had missed for so long. I tried to raise my hips to meet her mouth but she pressed my hips down with her hands. It was obvious that she wanted to be in charge. "Stef, honey ... you are going to make me cum if you keep this up. My gawd, you are so good at this baby." Oral sex from my wife had always been for special occasions or nights after a lot of drinking and she had never let me cum in her mouth but it was obvious that Stef was not going to stop until I came for her. She was certainly doing everything she could to make it happen. She only stopped long enough to say the words that drove me to finish. "Go ahead Uncle Kyle. It's okay ... really," she said looking into my eyes. That was all it took. I wanted to grab her hair and hold her there as I felt my orgasm building inside me but all I could do was grab the sheets in my fists. I wanted to tell her how good it felt being inside her mouth after only having orgasms with my hands for the past few years. But I was speechless as my body tightened and I pulsed again and again inside your warm, wet lips. As I came and came for her, she squeezed her cheeks around me. I had only seen porn movies where women actually swallowed cum so I had no expectation that she would even think of doing that. I kept filling her mouth as my orgasm reached its peak and slowly subsided. With each small spurt, she smiled. She moved her lips away from me and crawled up my body. As she straddled my chest she opened her mouth to show me what I had given her. I was unsure of what to say but she silenced any thought I might have had as I watched her throat tense and swallow my cum. With a delighted grin, she opened her mouth to show me her empty mouth. She could see the question on my face. "My husband always told me how sexy it was to see his cum before I swallowed it. Hope that was okay." "Gawd yes Stef. That was awesome. I was never even allowed to cum in my wife's mouth. You were wonderful." "Thanks, Uncle Kyle. You are the first since my husband died." "I'm glad Stef but I think we have gotten pretty carried away. Are you sure this is okay?" "Don't feel bad please. I wanted it too. But we aren't done yet are we?" she asked quietly. (more to come) My Best Friend's Daughter Ch. 03 As I was regaining my composure, Stef slid off of me and walked into the bathroom; her body flowing more than moving. After a few minutes of wondering what I had just let happen, I stood up and removed my shirt, then walked over and stood in the doorway watching her wash her face. She was bent slightly over the sink, her pretty ass extended slightly. With the washcloth over her face, she didn't notice me until I walked up behind her and ran my arms up her back to her shoulders. I though she would jump or something but she just dropped the washcloth, closed her eyes and stood up straight against me. I reached down and wrapped by arms around her waist. I know she could feel my cock, neither hard nor flaccid, as it rested in the cleavage between her cheeks. She covered my hands with hers and moaned quietly; I could feel her back vibrate against my chest. I looked into the mirror to find that her eyes were closed. Her fingers intertwined with mine and she moved our hands slowly up along her belly until they were covering her breasts. She gave a soft squeeze to encourage me then let my hands go. As I continued to caress her, she placed her hands on the counter top. I leaned forward and kissed her neck; she tilted her head slightly to give me more room. With every kiss, I massaged her breasts firmly. I looked into the mirror again and saw every man's fantasy. While my hands continued to massage her breasts, Stef's hands had moved off of the counter top and were both reaching between her thighs. I could feel her feet moving and could see her hands reaching lower. Although her eyes were still closed, I could see the look of intensity and concentration on her face as her hands moved slowly up and down through her dark hair. Her motions were slow and deliberate; sometimes her hands moved in long strokes and others just her fingers would bend slightly. Her moaning grew louder as her breathing increased. I uncovered her breasts with my hand and used my finger and to lightly squeeze her nipples. I thought they were hard and excited before but doing this made them even harder. With every squeeze, Stef ground her ass against my cock and her hands continued moving on her soft hair. I covered her breasts again, giving them a final gentle squeeze before running my hands down to her belly. As I moved still lower I covered her hands with mine, following her motion between her legs. I pushed my hips against her ass as my hands moved away from hers and reached the sides of her waist. I looked in the mirror to find her eyes open and filled with desire. She leaned forward so she could reach between her legs and I felt her fingers touch my scrotum. She wiggled her fingers against my skin and smiled, then moved her arms forward and leaned against the counter top on her elbows. I stepped back from her, freeing my cock from the tight space between us. She raised her head to look at me in the mirror. My face was asking the question that she answered. "It okay Uncle Kyle. I want you so much. Please." "It's been a long time since I done this with anyone Stef." "For me too... make love to me please. It's okay, really it is." She turned to face the mirror as she raised her ass slightly while I bent my knees. I could feel the hairs tickling the tip of my cock as I moved toward her. She lowered her head and pushed her hips backward into me as I moved mine forward. Then what I wanted so badly finally happened. The tip of my cock felt her outer lips part as I slid down between them until I was at her opening. Her pressure back into me and the moisture she had already produced made it easy to enter her. She was pushing harder, wanting all of me inside her but I wanted to remember this feeling so I moved slowly. The warmth and wetness slowly engulfed every inch of me. With each slight forward motion of my hips, I experienced what I could only have dreamed of before. With my final movement I found her hips against mine. She leaned back hard, being sure that she had taken all of me. "So good," I heard her say. "It feels so good with you inside me." I began to move my hips slowly from her, reaching the point of near exit before moving myself inside her once again. With every thrust forward, she pushed herself against me. As long as it had been for both of us, I was amazed at how slowly we progressed. It was lovemaking, not lust or sex. My hands caressed her hips as I moved within her. She produced sounds of desire and not words. It was an exercise in caring for each other. As I looked in the mirror, I could see her head was still down on her arms. I could see myself behind her, my hands on her hips as I moved within her. The sides of her breasts were visible, as they moved in rhythm with our bodies. I could have stayed this way forever if her voice had not broken the silence. "Faster ... faster please...I'm going to cum ... please let me cum." My pace increased and hers followed. It was as if I was trying to push my body all the way through hers. I could feel the end of her pussy against the head of my cock with each thrust. Her muscles were squeezing, rubbing tightly against me as I moved ever faster. She pushed harder and harder against me. I pulled harder on her hips. It was all I could do to hold on to her. Having cum so recently, I knew this orgasm would be all hers. "Oh ........oh ...... now ..... " she screamed and I could feel her juices flowing over my cock. The gush of moisture surprised me and stimulated me as I felt the walls of her pussy squeeze me, then release me. She released sounds that she had held inside during years of abstinence. I held her hip tightly as I felt her knees start of bend. I could feel the warmth of your juices running down the inside of my legs. "Don't stop. Please don't stop," she begged as her orgasm continued to flood over her. With every push into her, I could feel her body shudder anew. With a loud moan, the last wave of orgasm shuddered through her. I could feel her weight shift to her arms as she leaned forward, my cock still hard inside her. When she looked up in the mirror at me she was crying. My feelings immediately went from the pleasure of what we had just shared to concern for her. "It's okay Stef, really. Don't cry honey." "I know ...it's just that it's been so long and I have been so lonely and now ....." I stepped away from her, feeling my cock slide softly out of her embrace. As she stood, I turned her to me. It was an awkward movement with my erection still at full staff against my belly, but I pulled her closely toward me and wrapped my arms around her, trying to enfold her in some sort of protective space. "It will be okay Stef. Don't be sad." "I'm not sad Uncle Kyle. That was so wonderful... I haven't felt like a real woman in so long ... I'm just so happy you could be the one to make me feel that way again. I'm sorry for crying ....it's just ......" "I know Stef...I loved being with you too. I'm glad I could make you feel so good again." She stared up at me for the eternity that is a lover's glance then rose up to kiss me. Our lips met with gentleness as I held her tightly. When our kiss had ended, she again took my hand and led be back into the bedroom. "Come lay down with me and hold me, please" she whispered. She pulled back the bedspread and we slid our bodies between the cool sheets. She lay on her back and closed her eyes, the slightest hint of a smile on her lips. My head was on the pillow beside her, watching as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. My Best Friend's Daughter Ch. 04 She awoke to my touch...my fingers brushing the hair away from her forehead. I have always loved watching women sleep when I am with them. He eyes opened slowly, sleepily as I uncovered them. Her mouth formed a soft smile. "Have I been sleeping long?" she asked drowsily, stifling a yawn. "Not too long Stef, but really soundly. I was just about to get up and let you rest a while longer." "Please don't Uncle Kyle. It feels so good to wake up next to someone again." I smiled at her, assuring her that I felt the same way. The moments of silence that followed were only filled by our breathing until she reached over and put her hand behind my head. Her slight pressure moved me forward and I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were dry from sleeping and I moistened them with my tongue. She parted her lips and our tongues met again, playing slowly. I could feel her inhale deeply as she pulled my mouth more tightly against hers. The kiss seemed eternal and ended too soon. I could feel the stirring within my body again... the same ones that she had awakened in me last night when we kissed on the bed in the guest room. "Uncle Kyle, can I ask you something?" "Sure Stef, what is it?" "You didn't cum before did you? In the bathroom I mean, you didn't cum while we were....." "No honey, I didn't but that's okay. What you did to me before... it just takes us older fellas a little more time to recover after something like that." "I just wanted to be sure you enjoyed it as much as I did." "Stef dear, making love to you was very special and it felt wonderful. Like I said, it had been a while." She smiled and moved upward to kiss me again. This kiss was filled with passion; her lips pressed hard against mine. Our tongue were again finding each other but moving this time. almost dueling for position. My body began responding once again to her presence and desire. I broke our kiss and moved my lips to her chin, first kissing the point then moving underneath as I used my lips to trace a path down her throat. My lips continued their journey until they found the ample valley formed by her breasts. I could feel her breathing speed up as I kissed the inside of first one breast, then the other. With each kiss, I moved outward; slowly approaching her hardening nipples. As I reached the dark circles that surrounded them, she put a hand on the back of my head. As I finally reached my goal, I widened my lips. As I found the tip of her nipple, I moved my tongue to lick the underside. I felt Stef's body tense and her back arched slightly. I licked her nipple again, this time using the flat of my tongue. The sound she made came from deep within her. I surrounded her nipple with my lips and closed them gently around it, suckling her softly. As I raised my head, I extended her nipple upward then released it with a soft popping sound. I looked up at her to see if what I was doing was okay; her eyes were closed as before but she had her lower lip between her teeth. I assumed that meant I should continue. I set my lips loosely around her other nipple and tickled it with the tip of my tongue before suckling it as I had with her other one. I moved my mouth up and down on it, giving her nipples a miniature version of the blowjob she had given me earlier. They were already large and hard but kept getting harder with my attention to them. While her hand held my head, my hand moved down her belly and through the soft hair covering her pussy. I covered all of her with the palm of my hand, feeling the warmth coming from within her. As my hand moved upward toward her belly, my middle finger traced a path along the slit between her outer lips. As I reached the top, my finger felt her clit; it was hard and eager for attention... more than just my finger could apply. As I moved my hand from her pussy, I planted one last kiss on her nipple, and then my lips started kissing a path down the midline of her body. From the cleavage between her breasts to her belly button, I planted kisses along the way. I tickled her belly button with my tongue, licking small circles around its edges before moving further downward. As I reached to top of her hair, I saw the angel tattoo I had noticed earlier. It had her husband's name under it. I kissed it gently. My hands massaged her thighs as my lips kissed their way down the length of the soft hair covering her pussy. "Oh gawd," she whispered. "No one has done this to me before." Her voice was filled with a mixture of excitement and concern. My hands moved to the inside of her thighs; pushing them gently to encourage her to spread them wider for me. My body was now between her legs, my hands moving up her inner thighs toward her pussy. I placed my fingertips on her outer lips and slowly separte them, exposing her to me. I again found her clit but with my lips this time. I covered it softly and squeezed it between them. Her sound was guttural, almost primal as she raised her hips off the bed toward my mouth. I moved my hands beneath her ass, supporting her, as I closed her clit firmly between my lips. I sucked gently on her, the traced circles around her with the tip of my tongue; stopping to lick the underside each time. With a last kiss, I ran my tongue slowly down her slit, ending at her wet opening. I could taste her desire as I moved my tongue up and down between her parted lips. With every stroke, I spread her juices across her. I flattened her tongue and stoked its entire width over her and her body raised and lowered underneath it. I moved to the bottom of her pussy and folded my tongue; slipping the tip inside her moist, warm opening. Her body shuddered as her hips pressed against me; wanting me deeper. When I looked up at her, I saw her eyes were only partly open. Her face was a picture of passion, still biting her lower hip. As I removed my tongue and licked up toward her clit, her eyes opened and looked into mine. Her teeth released her lip and she smiled softly at me. She didn't have to tell me what she wanted as she sat up slightly and reached for my face. Her hands were gentle but encouraging as she gently pulled me up toward her. My chest hair brushed across her belly, then her chest. I could feel her hard nipples running through it as my body moved above hers. Her legs moved beneath me as she raised her knees off the bed so her feet were flat on the bed. I could feel my cock lying against her belly as I leaned down to kiss her. Our kiss had a patience that I still could not believe. I wanted Stef so badly and could tell she felt the same but this was going to be more than just sex and lust and we both knew it. We were forceful but loving as our lips brushed each others over and over. When she reached underneath us, placed her hands on my chest and nudged me gently, I knew our time had finally come. As she placed her hands behind her knees and pulled gently, I raised up on my knees between them. The tip of my cock was against her lips; being bathed by the warmth coming from her. I moved slowly and placed it at her opening, looking into her eyes. 'Yes," was all she said. I moved slowly toward her as her hands reached down to guide me, although there was really no need. As I moved my weight toward her, I could feel her lips part as they invited me inside. As the head of my cock was captured by her, I stopped. I wanted to remember this feeling forever. Her fingers wrapped around the exposed part of my cock and pulled gently toward her. She was not as patient as I. "Deeper please," she moaned as I moved forward to fill her completely. I stopped again and lay my chest against hers as her legs wrapped around my waist. As her heels pressed against my back, she pushed her hips against mine. Neither of us were moving, just lying there with me deeply insider her. Her legs relaxed their grip around me; I took that as a sign that she wanted more from me. I moved to my knees again and I moved my hips slowly; stroking myself inside her as she pressed back in rhythm with me. Her breasts moved in time with our bodies. As I looked at her, her eyes smiled widely then closed. "It's so good ... so good," she whispered as my pace increased. My hands reached under her knees and held her legs open to my desire. Every stroke inside her was a warm and passionate experience. We made love to each other, not sex or lust but passion and caring as we moved again and again. I was lost in the moment, listening to her breathing more deeply and rapidly...knowing that she was approaching the orgasm I desperately wanted to giver her again. As I felt her body signaling her approach, mine responded in kind. As her pussy walls tightened their embrace around me, I knew her time we near. "Cum with me ... cum with me ... I want to feel you cum ......" she pleaded as I felt her body tense around my cock. As I looked at her face, she smiled. "Please cum inside me." As her eyes closed and her head tilted backward, I felt myself building to a release like I had never experienced before. I looked down on the beauty beneath me as I felt her body writhing in pleasure. I felt my orgasm building as I moved inside her. She squeezed her inner walls around me. "Now!" she said. I could feel the passion wash through her as her warm juices washed over my cock. Her arms reached up to me as I leaned toward her and they wrapped around my neck, pulling me onto her chest. I tried to keep my hips moving as the first wave of my own orgasm filled her but the pleasure was almost too intense. I was fully inside her as my body stopped; motionless except for the pulsing of my cock as I shared myself with her over and over again. "Oh yes, Stef! Gawd, it feels so good." Our orgasms ebbed as her arms released my neck. I propped myself on my hands, not wanting my weight fully on her delicate frame. As her eyes opened, I again saw her tears building. I leaned forward and kissed her eyelids as her eyes closed to my approach. As I rose to look at her face, she opened her eyes again and smiled. "Uncle Kyle, that was so beautiful... so wonderful. It was ... just ..." "Shh, Stef. It's okay baby." I said as I slowly pulled my softening cock out of her and lay beside her on the bed. She rolled onto her side to face me. Our eyes were saying things that our mouths could never express as we looked quietly at each other. I reached up and lay my palm on her cheek. Then the moment I had worried about all morning came. She sighed deeply as she exhaled. I could almost read her mind before she spoke. "I suppose it's time for us to get dressed and go get our cars, huh?" Stef said softly as she turned her head and kissed my palm. The disappointment must have shown in my eyes. She smiled and leaned to kiss my cheek. "I really should head back to town ... lots of work to do before Monday. This morning has been wonderful but I think I had better get going. Don't you?" (more to come) My Best Friend's Daughter Ch. 05 I'm sure the look in my eyes betrayed my thoughts. My hand reached up to touch her face. When I first saw her last night I never thought it would lead to all this; that we would be in this situation. Now I never wanted her to leave. Was it just the need to be with someone again? Was it the feeling of having shared the passion of the morning with her? Or was it something more? "Uncle Kyle." Her voice aroused me from the world of questions in my mind. "Shouldn't we get going?" "No honey. Can we just lay here for awhile longer?" I wasn't about the sex when I answered; it was about the feeling of lying in bed with someone that I cared for again after all these years. It was about looking into the eyes of a beautiful woman once again and feeling that she cared for me. She smiled, suddenly shy and aware of where the morning had taken us. She started to roll away as she spoke. "Really, I should ....." I reached for her shoulder and stopped her movement. She looked into my eyes and fell silent. I pulled lightly on her shoulder, urging her toward me. She knew what I wanted as she leaned in to kiss me. As many times as we had kissed that morning, this one felt different. It was softer, gentler.. more emotional than the others. When she moved her head to my shoulder, I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her close to me. My other arm moved underneath her and I hugged her tightly. I could hear her breathing .. short, abrupt breaths .. weeping softly into my skin. "Shhhh Stef. It's okay honey," I whispered into her ear as I kissed it. She raised her head to face me and I loosened my arms. She kissed me again; harder and with desire. She moved her hands to enclose my face..a gentle yet forceful touch. As we kissed, she moved her weight against me, rolling me over on my back. Her body stretched out on the bed, her feet pointing away from me. She broke our kiss as she moved her arm across me and laid her head on my chest; her face looking up into mine. "You know I don't really want to leave, don't you?" she said quietly. "No one has made me feel this way since my husband died." "I know ..... this has been amazing honey. I wish .....". My voice trailed off as I found myself unable to describe my feelings to her. Her eyes got wide as she looked at me. She turned her head and planted a soft kiss on my chest. She had rolled onto her stomach, kissing me gently over and over. She placed her hand on my stomach and ran her fingers around my belly button. I was moaning as her kisses continued. As she kissed her way up my chest, her hand moved toward my waist. Her lips found my nipple at the same time her fingers found my cock. Both were soft but became alert the moment they were touched. Her lips were warm as they encircled my nipple; her hand was cool as it encircled my cock. My body shuddered as she touched me. Just before I closed my eyes, I looked to see her staring at me. She removed her lips from me. "Does that feel good when I suck on your nipples?" "Gawd, yes Stef. No one has done that to me before. Didn't have any idea how good it would feel." "Why do you think women like it so much?" she whispered. She smiled and moved her face back to my chest as I closed my eyes. Her head moved across my chest, finding my other nipple and treating it just as passionately. I was amazed that my nipples actually got hard; the same reaction hers had when I suckled on them. I heard myself groaning my approval. Her hand was slowly moving on my cock; a soft grip that was steadily working its way from the base to the rim around the head and then back again. Every so often she would release her grip and lay the palm of her hand on me; pressing firmly against my body then moving it up and down my length. When she reached between my legs and held my scortum in her hand, I moaned her name. I felt her hand move from my cock as her lips released my nipple. I could feel her moving upward so I opened my eyes to look at her. She pulled her knees underneath her and raised her body up so she was kneeling beside me. I was seeing what every man has dreamed of in his life ... a beautiful young woman naked beside him; her breasts free to his view and her smile telling him that she loved being with him. I was unsure what she wanted next ... I was only sure that she was in control and I did not want to do or say anything to spoil the moment. She swung her right leg over my stomach and settled with her weight down on me. As she leaned forward, her breasts hung onto my chest; her nipples brushing against my chest hair. She moved her face to mine and kissed me; her tongue brushing me to part my lips to her. My tongue found hers as they danced within my mouth. When she broke our kiss, she leaned forward over me; her breasts hanging invitingly just above my face. I raised my head and licked at her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Each touch from my tongue enlarging them slightly and caused her to produce a girlish giggle. "That tickles," she said smiling at me. I continued to flick my tongue at her as she leaned forward until her nipple touched my lips. I reached up to it and wrapped my lips around it, gently pulling downward. Her giggling gave way to a low moaning as her eyes closed. I reached up to hold her breast in my hand as I sucked softly on her, moving from one nipple to the other. As my lips enclosed her, the tip of my tongue licked small circles around the tip of her nipple. She leaned lower toward me and I took more of her breast between my lips; covering the dark circle that surrounded it. As I suckled her again, I could feel her hips moving down toward mine. She moved her hands to my chest and pushed herself away; her breast leaving my mouth with a soft popping sound as they stretched away from me. She raised her hips and moved lower; her pussy lips on each side of my cock. She was wet with excitement; the warmth enveloping my length. She started moving herself slowly along the surface of my cock; sliding her wetness across it. As she moved she would lean forward; I could feel the hardness of her clit when it touched my excited skin. With every motion, I felt myself growing even harder beneath her. I looked to see her eyes were closed again; the happiness on her face was evident as she moved. My hands massaged her breasts as she moved. With each motion, my fingers kneaded her flesh softly. My thumb and finger would find her nipples and squeeze them; causing her body to shudder. My hand would expand and cover her softness completely. I could feel the hardness of her nipples in my palms. As she stopped moving and raised her hips, her eyes opened and a broad smile crossed her lips. Her hand reached between us, grasping my cock in her fingers. She raised me so the tip was pointing up at her soft, swollen lips. Her hand rubbed the tip thru the cleavage between her lips, spreading her moisture on me as my precum spread on her. With a slight motion of her hips, she aligned her opening over me. Her face looked so eager, I assumed that she would just release all of her weight onto me and take me fully inside her. But, like this whole morning, she did the unexpected. Her hips moved slowly, taking me inside inch by slow, enticing inch. She allowed me only partially insider her before raising herself completely off of me; poised over me she slowly moved down again. I fought my desire to raise my hips and thrust inside her. She was still in control. With every entrance into her, she whispered "So good baby ... so good." Then it happened. With one motion, she lowered her hips completely against mine. I was sheathed insider her; the head of my cock against her inner wall. She paused in that position and pushed herself so that she was sitting erect over me. Her only motions were slight movements of her hips forward and back. Her only sounds were moans of passion. My hands found her hips; touching her but not really holding her. She started to move her hips up and down my cock and I could no longer resist the temptation to move mine with her. With every downward movement of her hips, I matched it with an upward movement of mine. Her movements started slowly but we soon found ourselves moving in an eruption of desire and passion. Her breasts followed the beat of our bodies, their firmness evident as she moved atop me. Some moments they seemed suspended above me, moving neither up nor down. Only the sound of our breathing and our moaning filled the room. "So good honey," she said. Her breathing became more labored and I knew that her time was approaching. She looked into my eyes. "Make me cum again. Please.. make me cum." My movements beneath her increased; my hips rising to push deeply inside her. Her eyes were neither open nor closed and her mouth showed the intensity of her desire. I increased my pace, entering her as rapidly as I could. Our hips clapped as they met each other over and over. With a continuous low groan, Stef exploded. Sounds, not words, came from her as she squeezed herself around my moving cock. She lowered herself forcefully over and over on me as her orgasm washed through her. I could feel her wetness on my thighs as she released her passion on me. "Don't stop. Please cum for me ...share this with me." Her voice was hoarse and pleading as her orgasm continued. I needed no further encouragement. My orgasm felt like it was years in coming. My first one with Stef had been wonderful but the feeling this time was beyond belief. With every stroke inside of her, I could feel her walls milking me. The first pulse of my own orgasm released a flood of my semen inside her. As I continued, I could feel deep inside me each release as it was building. There were no words to speak between us as the pleasure continued to build. As I pulsed my last, she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel our hearts pounding in our chests; beating in rhythm with one another. I could feel her warm breath on my shoulder as she slowly sighed against me. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin; probably from the chill of the sweat evaporating from her as she lay with me. I wrapped both of my arms around her; holding her on top of me...not wanting to let her go. I could feel my cock soften insider her, eventually slipping from its confines. That seemed to signal her to roll beside me, her head on my shoulder. My eyes followed her face as she moved. The moisture building in them was obvious. We didn't speak for the longest time as we looked into each other's eyes. Our hands were busy but not in a sexual way. Her fingers wandered over my skin, gently exploring as if to form a memory for another time. My hands roamed her face, brushing through her hair from time to time and tracing the line of her chin. Our eyes said volumes that our minds could not express. We both knew it was time. She moved toward me to kiss me deeply. Her hand came to the side of my face, lying there softly. Mine did the same to hers. As I looked into her eyes, they closed. Time seemed to stop. She eventually moved away, her head on the pillow beside me once again. After all of these years alone, I had forgotten how nice it was to have a loving partner beside me. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, then I watched as her eyes drifted between waking and sleeping as her breathing slowed. The morning's emotions had finally caught up with me and I soon followed. I did not hear her wake up or feel her move as she left our bed. I did not feel her lay my wife's silk robe on the end of the bed. I did not hear the shower as she got cleaned up and dressed in her clothes from last night. I did not hear the taxi pull up in front of the house or the sound of the front door opening and closing. I don't know if she stopped to give me one final kiss before she left. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a folded paper on the pillow where she had been. The whole room smelled of her perfume as I held the note in my hand, opening it slowly. The words were blurred through my tired eyes. Dearest Uncle Kyle, Thank you for making me feel alive again. Without today, I don't know what I would have done. You have made me feel loved ...like a woman who is desired by someone again. I am no longer lonely because I know that you will always be there for me. Your kindness and love for me over all of these years only made today more special. I will remember this day forever but I have to go. I hope you understand. I will always love you. I couldn't believe she was gone. I had not felt this pain since my wife died. I knew I could not bear this pain again but would not have traded today for anything. I wanted to cry but there were no tears .. only emptiness. I don't know how many times the doorbell rang before I heard it. I didn't feel like company but was expecting a package so I begrudgingly threw my clothes back on and trudged to open it. I felt the sadness in every step as I crossed the living room. I could see a strange car parked at the curb as I passed the window. She was radiant standing on the porch as the door swung open. Her eyes were bright and her smile was wide. "I couldn't leave," was all she said as she stepped inside and wrapped her arms around my neck. I used my foot to push the door closed behind her as we kissed.