------------------------------------------ Elena {Riv Yavtry} (Mg, pedo, rom, sci-fi) ------------------------------------------ I slipped the head of my cock between the puffy, hairless lips of her sopping pussy. "Will it hurt?" she asked in a small voice. "It will sting a bit at first, but that will soon pass." I thrust hard and burst through her hymen until all my 5 inches were in her hitherto virginal cunt. She winced and clenched her muscles. I waited patiently until she relaxed, then I slowly moved in and out. As pain gave way to pleasure she started to reciprocate until we were fucking away like rabbits. I could tell she was on the verge of cumming, and so was I. Suddenly a brilliant phosphorescent flash of light from the forest shone through the window of my cabin, temporarily blinding me and making the cabin lights seem dim by comparison. My fantasy forgotten, I pulled my pants up over my rapidly shrinking cock, put on my waterproof jacket, and dashed outside into the night's driving rain and howling wind to find the source of the light. I found her about fifty yards from the cabin. I was completely stunned. She was the spitting image of the girl I had invented for my fantasy, no older than twelve, lying naked in a clearing in the forest. As I approached, she turned her head towards me. "Help me," she croaked, then she passed out. I wrapped the girl in my jacket, then picked up her slender body and carried her back to my cabin. Once indoors, I unwrapped her and realised she was cold and shivering. I carried her into the shower and turned it to warm. I gently rinsed the mud and leaves off her body and massaged her limbs to boost her circulation, taking care not to touch her tiny breasts or hairless pussy any more than necessary. She started to come round, so I carried her out of the shower, wrapped her in a warm towel, then sat her in front of the fire. "Are you ok? What happened to you?" I asked. "I was in a crash," she replied, still shivering That surprised me. The only road nearby was the dirt track leading to my cabin, and I had found the girl at least fifty yards away. My cabin was very remote; indeed it was a miracle it had electricity and running water. "I have some beef stew simmering in the kitchen. That should warm you up inside. Would you like some?" "Yes please." I had timed my dinner to be ready when I finished my fantasy, so it was done to perfection. I poured some into two dishes, one for me, a slightly smaller portion for the girl. She must have been hungry because she wolfed it down. After the girl had finished her stew, she looked a lot better and stopped shivering. I decided it was time to get to the bottom of her story. "My name's Frank," I started. "You can call me Elena," replied the girl. "So Elena, do you think you can tell me about the crash? Were there any more victims?" "My spaceship was hit by the solar storm that's causing your bad weather. As I came down, the ship's computer worked out where I would crash and who was likely to find me. Based on best fit projections, a body was bio-engineered for me to give me the best chance of a sympathetic reception. Just before the crash, the computer sent out a distress call telling my people where I came down so they can come for me. After the landing the spaceship destroyed itself in order not to contaminate your civilisation. Apart from a computer chip in my brain, I'm all that's left. What I don't understand is why the projections resulted in my getting the body of a child rather than an adult." Half of me believed the far-fetched story, half of me thought it was some absurd crap just to blag a free meal, and perhaps rob me when I was asleep. "You have to understand that's one hell of a story. Can you prove it?" "No, not beyond what you've already seen. The chip in my brain is programmed to self-destruct rather than fall into the hands of a civilisation which is are not ready for it, so giving me to the authorities to X-ray me would kill me. Was there a brilliant flash when I landed?" "Yes. Even this far away it blinded me." "I'm sorry, that was the destruction of my spaceship." I was now inclined to believe her story, and I knew exactly why the computer had given her that body, but oddly enough at that moment I felt no sexual attraction towards her. I had never actually had sex with a young girl, but my wife had caught me spying on the neighbours' daughter and she had found my secret folder of underage porn on my computer and that's why she kicked me out. That and my 5 inch penis, which she claimed was too small to satisfy her. "Do you want some more stew?" I belatedly asked her. "No thank you. The computer is telling me that you provided excellent body fuel although lacking in a couple of micronutrients. However a varied diet should compensate for the deficiencies." "We'd better get some clothes for you. In that room there," I pointed to what was now the spare bedroom, "are some clothes that belonged to my ex-wife. Take your pick of anything that fits. And I'll make some coffee." Elena emerged wearing a sweatshirt and jogging pants, far too baggy for her tiny frame but by tying things and rolling things up she had managed to make herself decent. She was shuffling along in a too- large pair of my ex-wife's slippers. "How long before your people come to pick you up?" I asked Elena. "I don't know. I was doing a survey update of your planet. Systems with fledgling civilisations are off-limits to normal traffic and you're not close to any trade routes so it could be several weeks." "We'd better think of a cover story for you while you're staying here. We'll tell people you're my niece and I'm looking after you while my sister is in hospital" "Does that mean I can stay?" Despite being an adult in a child's body, her face lit up with an infectious smile. "I guess so. It's a long time since I had any company and I lead a simple life but we can give it a try. And call me 'Uncle Frank'." Elena put her slender arms around me and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek. I could feel her tiny breasts pressing into my chest through the sweatshirt. "I'm sorry Uncle Frank, this body seems particularly prone to emotions and I can't always control them." "That's ok, it was rather nice. And it was entirely within character." Elena yawned. "This body also seems to be indicating that it needs sleep." "You can sleep in the room where you found the clothes. I always keep the bed ready, even though I haven't used it since I used to come here with my wife." "Thank you." Elena rewarded me with another kiss on the cheek, then retired to bed. I washed the dishes. I wasn't tired yet and I was till a little horny. Feeling like a naughty schoolboy I went into the bathroom and masturbated. I couldn't help thinking about Elena as I came, even though it felt wrong. Next morning I got up before Elena, showered, and started preparing breakfast. I knocked on her door and went in. She stirred and opened her eyes, yawning. She looked at the bedside clock. "I can't believe how much sleep this body needs." "I'm doing breakfast. It will be ready by the time you've had a shower." "Thanks." Elena showered and joined me in the cabin's kitchen/lounge. She had put the same sweatshirt and jogging pants back on. "What's for breakfast?" she asked. "Porridge, then fried eggs and bacon." "Excellent. This body needs lots of calcium and protein." After breakfast I outlined my plans for the day. "I'll go into town today to get you some clothes and stock up with food. If I take your measurements I can buy you a few things that fit, then I can take you with me another time to choose how to fill out your wardrobe." "Thank you, you're very kind." "I'm not expecting any visitors, but if anyone does come, I suggest you hide and pretend the place is empty. "That sounds sensible. Is there anything you'd like me to do for you while you are out?" "No. I'm afraid I'm living a very simple life, no computer or television. There is a radio and there are a few novels in my bedroom." "Thank you. I'd like to read some of your literature." "Help yourself. Now hold still while I take your measurements." I had never tried to clothe a child before, so I measured everything and anything. I blushed with embarrassment when I measured round her tiny breasts, and again when I measured her inside leg. I drew a crude sketch of her figure on a piece of paper and indicated with arrows which measurements related to what. "I'm going now. I'll be back as soon as I can." The weather was still wet and windy, but my 4WD coped comfortably with the dirt track from my cabin, and once I hit the main road it was plain sailing to drive to the mall of the nearest small town. It was very quiet; perhaps the appalling weather was deterring shoppers. I ventured into a store which seemed to cater for Elena's age group. Overpowering, throbbing music filled the store, hurting my ears. A few girls of Elena's age were inspecting the rails of the tiny pieces of cloth passing as clothes, almost all wearing as little as possible and displaying bare midriffs and pierced belly-buttons. I felt disturbingly aroused by all the pre-teen flesh on show. I looked around for some assistance, but most of the staff looked almost as young as the shoppers, and my unkempt, weather-beaten appearance seemed to deter any of them from approaching me. I fled. At the far end of the mall, almost my last hope, I found a family clothes shop catering for all ages. The atmosphere was very refined, and the background music was very discreet. A rather snooty looking woman assistant approached me immediately. "Can I help you?" she asked. Her condescending tone of voice suggested that she had prejudged me, but I decided to give her a try. There weren't many alternatives. "I hope so. My sister's very ill and her daughter has come to stay with me. She literally only has the clothes she's standing up in. I need a complete outfit for her as quickly as possible - sensible stuff because I live in a cabin in the woods - then I can bring her here in person and fill out the rest of what she needs. I've got a diagram with her measurements." The story seemed to earn the assistant's sympathy. She sat down with me and drew up a list of everything Elena would need, right down to bras, panties, shoes, nighties and things I'd never even thought of like a toothbrush. Then we went round the store, collecting things in the right size and ticking them off the list. Shoes were a problem, because they really needed to be tried on in person, but the assistant gave me a pair of loose fitting trainers that would do for starters. Right at the end, she asked me in a confidential whisper "Have her periods started yet?" That threw me. I had no idea, I didn't even know if the bio- engineered body was capable of having periods. "I don't think so. I'll ask her." The assistant commandeered a till and rang up the bill. It was quite a bit more than I expected. I had enough - barely - but my budget for the month was shot to smithereens. At this rate I'd have to look for part-time casual work to supplement my meagre income. "Do you have a store card?" the assistant asked. "No." "If you fill out the form, you can have one straight away and get 10% off your bill. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but you can settle your store card debt immediately and you won't get charged interest. Effectively you'll be paying cash." "Thank you, that's extremely kind of you." As I left, the assistant gave me her card. 'Mrs Janet Kelly, Assistant Manager'. "Ask for me in person next time. I'd like to meet the young lady." As I left the mall, I bought a local paper. There was nothing about UFOs or strange lights on the front cover. Back at my cabin, I unlocked the door and carried in the armfuls of carrier bags. Elena was curled up in my armchair reading a novel, skimming the pages like lightning. Two discarded books lay on the floor, 'War and Peace' and 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare'. I'd been gone barely a couple of hours and she'd already finished them! "Hi Elena. My, you're a fast reader." "The computer chip means I can just look at a page and the text gets converted and fed into my brain. But for the crash, I would never have known that your culture was capable of such literature." "Did you have any visitors or problems?" "No, everything was fine." "I've brought you some clothes. Would you like to try them on to check that they fit? Then we can go back and buy some outfits of your choosing another time." "Thank you, Uncle Frank." She hugged me and kissed my cheek. She looked in a carrier bag and fished out a top, then she started to peel off her sweatshirt. She got as far as revealing her tiny breasts before I could stop her. "I think you'd better get changed in your bedroom." She looked at me in a funny way. "Oh, alright." Elena disappeared with the carrier bags. I hadn't realised that I was sporting an erection until it started to subside when she disappeared to get changed. It came back with a vengeance when Elena reappeared wearing a nightie. It wasn't quite see-through but it seemed to emphasise as much as it hid. Fortunately the rest of the clothes weren't as provocative. The assistant had chosen well. After a light lunch, I settled down with the newspaper and Elena resumed her avid consumption of literature. There was nothing about the phosphorescent light, in fact it seemed to be mostly about the dreadful weather. There were a few snippets of national interest, leading stock market prices and sports results, but most of the paper consisted of adverts. After finishing the paper, I went outside to collect some more wood for the fire from the wood store. The cabin didn't really need a real fire for the heat, but somehow it added life to the place and I had a ready supply of logs from the forest. When I came back in, Elena was holding the newspaper, She had obviously read it from cover to cover. "Uncle Frank, could you get this for me?" Elena was pointing to an advert for a top-of-the-range set of encyclopedias, costing $5000. "I'm sorry, Elena, I can't afford it." Elena covered her mouth with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise. Your civilisation uses money. I must be using your private allocation. I'll work out a way to repay you." "That's alright, I'll manage somehow. I'm a part time Ranger for this area. There's not much to do at this time of year apart from cursory checks of the campsites, the watchtowers and the fire-breaks. It gets busy in Summer because we get a lot of visitors. With the dreadful weather, people are bound to need handymen to carry out minor repairs." Elena turned to the stock market prices. "You can gamble on these, can't you? My chip has simplified projection capabilities but they should be more than adequate to predict share prices." "I'd need a substantial sum to get started, then I'd have to find a stockbroker to deal for me. It would be a lot simpler if you could predict sports results, because there's a place in town where I can bet on them." "I should be able to. It won't be as accurate, but if you get as much information as possible I'll process it." The day finished much as the previous, reheated leftover beef stew, Elena going to bed and me, like an adolescent schoolboy, relieving myself furtively in the bathroom. The next morning Elena was wearing a new outfit, a warm winter sweater and jeans. They looked good on her, and I felt sure that we could pass off the uncle/niece pretext. "I'm going out to get the sports papers. Do you want to ride along?" "Yes please, Uncle Frank." I ended up carrying Elena to the 4WD in order not to get her new trainers dirty. As I drove along, she watched everything avidly, absorbing every aspect of the way people went about their business. I didn't go to the mall, but to a small parade of shops which included a specialist newsagent. I bought every sports paper I could find. I decided to risk taking Elena into a diner since it was quiet. I ordered her a milkshake, and a coffee for myself. Elena skimmed through the papers, but nobody seemed to notice how quickly she was reading. She drank her milkshake in silence, apparently letting her chip do it's job. "The Vikings are strong favorites against the Oilers tonight but I think they'll lose 10-14. The Vikings are missing their star quarterback, and the pitch and the weather won't suit their running game. Although they've lost every game this season, the Oilers have a strong defence and it should be good enough to prevail in a low scoring game." I made a detour on the way home to place a bet. The Oilers were 4-1 and I put $50 on them. That evening I listened to the match on the radio, and The Oilers triumphed 10-7, a profit of $200. When the match ended, I seized Elena in a tight bear hug and kissed her forehead. "Whoo-hoo, you're a genius! The Oilers won!" Within a week, I had enough money to order the encyclopedias and take Elena to the mall to fit her out properly. When I collected my winnings, the cashier asked me if I had a system. "No, I let my 12-year-old niece pick the winners for me." "Yeah, right," replied the cashier sarcastically. I realised I would have to spread the bets around in order not to attract too much attention. I took Elena to the mall on a weekday, so that the shops wouldn't be busy. We looked in the store with the loud music, but Elena wrinkled her nose. "I don't think this would be a good idea," she said. At the store where I had bought the first set of clothes, I couldn't see Mrs Kelly. Another assistant came up to us. "Can I help you?" she asked. "I was in here last week buying some clothes for my niece, and Mrs Kelly was extremely helpful. Is she working today?" "Yes. I think she's on a break at the moment but I'll let her know you're here." The assistant disappeared into a staff entrance, then reappeared a couple of minutes latter with Mrs Kelly in tow. I introduced Elena to her. "Elena, meet Mrs Kelly. She picked out the clothes you're wearing. Mrs Kelly, this is my niece Elena." "I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs Kelly. Uncle Frank told me how helpful you were. Please could you help us again?" Elena had the act off to a tee and she applied the coup de grace with a winsome smile. Mrs Kelly had no choice but to help us again. We went down the list ticking off all the items that I didn't get last time, including some sturdy shoes, walking boots and Wellingtons. I noticed Mrs Kelly have a quiet word with Elena while she was on her way to the fitting rooms, so I guessed she was asking the question about periods again. Eventually we finished, and I did the same trick as last time, using the store card to get 10% off then settling up immediately. I thanked Mrs Kelly for her time. "It was a pleasure. Such a lovely little girl, so well-mannered. I do hope her mother gets better soon." I felt a mild pang of guilt at the deception, but that was soon forgotten as we carried the purchases back to the 4WD. I had an inkling of why women enjoy retail therapy so much. "Let's eat while we're here," I suggested, still mildly euphoric. There were several junk food establishments in the mall. I wouldn't have minded, after all, it was a special occasion, but Elena expressed dissatisfaction with them all. "My chip's analysis based on the smell is that the beef they use is very poor in quality with lots of additives and few in nutrients." "My chip's analysis is that the meals here are very high in compounds potentially harmful to this body." Finally we came to a vegetarian restaurant, the sort of place I would normally walk straight past without a second thought. "My chip's analysis is that the meals here are lacking some essential nutrients but are basically healthy and safe as part of a varied diet." That clinched it for me and we went in. Elena chose our main courses. She had something with an exotic name, but which turned out to be mainly a selection of different types of beans with pasta in a tomato sauce. For me she chose something that looked like meat and two veg, but with tofu in place of meat. My meal tasted rather bland but was quite filling. We sampled each other's food and Elena's meal was actually quite tasty. To my surprise, on the way home, the sun broke through the clouds for the first time in a fortnight, and suddenly the world seemed a very wonderful place to be. The encyclopedias arrived in a few days, and Elena started skimming through them immediately. The improvement in the weather meant that I had to go out and about, inspecting the forest and its facilities. Elena wanted to come with me, to see our wildlife at first hand. Because it was still so wet everywhere I mostly drove round the dirt trails in the 4WD, but some parts of the forest could only be reach on foot, and Elena went through the pain of breaking in her hiking boots. "My feet have got small sores where the boots have rubbed them," she complained. "They're called blisters. It's normal to get them when you start wearing a new pair of boots. In a week or so your skin will have hardened over and they'll seem very comfortable." "So I'm not causing any damage to this body that would be considered unusual?" I showed Elena my feet, pointing out the calluses from all the walking I had done. Elena gently stroked the hard flesh, then the softer tissue for comparison. I found the experience rather erotic, and I had to interrupt her to stop myself getting carried away. When Elena's boots were broken in, walking became our preferred way of getting round the forest. We saw much more wildlife than from the 4WD; deer, foxes, squirrels, voles, beetles, ants and much more. The walks also gave us an opportunity to talk. For my part, I told Elena how I grew up an only child in the city. I had gone to college, where I met the girl I thought was the love of my life. We married straight after college and it was good for a couple of years because we both had well-paid jobs and we were able to afford the cabin in the woods as well as our city home. Then she wanted to start a family and it all started to go wrong. At first we thought we were unlucky, then we resorted to tests. My wife was infertile; she could never have children. My wife became cold and bitter and in retrospect I don't understand why we stayed together as long as we did. I didn't tell Elena about the underage porn, or my spying on next door's ten-year-old daughter while she swam in their pool or sunbathed on their patio. The divorce was acrimonious and I lost everything, apart from the cabin in the woods. Despite being a city boy I had always felt at peace there, and when the local Ranger service offered me a part-time job that would pay enough to live on, I jumped at it. Elena offered her sympathy at what happened. "I think it's all turned out for the best," I told her. "Without the divorce, I would probably be a middle-aged burnt-out pen-pusher by now. And I would never have met you." "Thanks, Uncle Frank, I'm really glad I met you too." She leapt on me and hugged me tightly, smothering me with kisses. I felt the warmth of her body and smelt her freshness and my cock started to get hard. I forced myself to push her away. "That's enough to convince the audience." She looked slightly puzzled and concerned that I had pushed her off, a look that almost broke my heart. How could I tell her about my true nature? I also told Elena about the death of my parents in a car crash three years ago. They had been my only living relatives, so after their funeral I no longer had any ties to tempt me away from my solitude. The pittance I had inherited had just covered the cost of the 4WD. I asked Elena about other civilizations she had visited, but she was very unwilling to discuss them because of the possibility of contamination. However I got the impression that there were a very large number of civilizations out there, most more advanced than ours. When I asked Elena about her life story and she was a little more forthcoming. "My people still rely on natural biological bodies for reproduction, and we raise our young in ways not dissimilar to yours. Our scientists have discovered how to transfer consciousness from body to body. When we make contact with a new race, we bio-engineer an appropriate body, equip it with a chip to take care of skills like motor functions and language, then transfer an ambassadorial consciousness to the new body. A few individuals can't handle the consciousness transfer process and go insane, but there are always more applicants than positions available. I had to pass some very tough exams to qualify for the service, as well as proving I could cope with the transfer of my consciousness. For the duration of long trips we transfer our consciousness into an interim mechanical host because they are more resilient. My biological body is currently at home in suspended animation." "What does your biological body look like?" Elena hesitated. "I shouldn't really answer that. But what I can say is that conditions under which civilizations develop tend to be rather similar, and evolution tends to solve similar problems in similar ways," she explained. "How long do you live?" "That's a question I shouldn't and can't answer. When our scientists discovered how to transfer consciousness to a mechanical host, they initially postulated that theoretically we could live forever. But consciousnesses seem to age and degrade, so our moralists passed a law that no consciousness should be allowed to outlive its biological body." "Do you have problems because of the speed of light and time dilation?" "No. Our scientists have discovered a way round that too. I know a little of the theory, but I couldn't build a spaceship from scratch, just as you probably couldn't build a car from scratch. Light takes over four years to reach you from the nearest star to your sun but my spaceship could travel that distance in an hour at full speed." Despite the restrictions, the things Elena told me on our walks certainly gave me a lot to think about. One day we had an especially productive walk in the woods. Spring was fast arriving, and with it came migrant woodland birds, with their beautiful songs. Elena was by now almost through the encyclopedias and she could name more of the birds than I could. Arriving back at the cabin, we saw the sheriff's car parked next to my 4WD. I had a lot of dealings with the sheriff's department because of my job, so although it was a surprise to see him I wasn't alarmed. I found the sheriff sitting on my front doorstep smoking a cigarette. "Hi Joe, good to see you. Will you come in for a beer?" "Hi Frank. I'm afraid I'm on duty. Perhaps another time." "What can I do for you?" "I'm sorry, Frank, I'm only doing my job. We've had a complaint that there's an underage girl living here and you've been molesting her. I'm sorry, but I've got to investigate." It could only have been my ex-wife. She was still hounding me, after all this time. I carefully tried to control my anger. I indicated to where Elena was standing a few feet behind me. "My sister's seriously ill in hospital and I'm looking after her kid for her. Joe, meet my niece Elena." "I'm sorry Frank, but I have to check. Do you have a number where I can reach your sister?" Now I was sunk, since I didn't even have a sister. It even crossed my mind to kill the sheriff. I knew of plenty of places where I could dump his body and his car. "Please mister, don't bother my mommy. She's very ill and I don't want her to worry about me," piped up Elena. Then Elena stood on tiptoe and whispered something into the sheriff's ear. "I guess that would be ok," he said to her. "Frank, your niece has suggested I take her to a doctor to verify that she's a virgin. Is that ok with you?" I can only guess at how shocked I looked. I hadn't even considered that the anatomical correctness of the bio-engineering had stretched as far as providing the body with a hymen. And I was just as shocked that Elena had suggested seeing a doctor, bearing in mind the potential problems of a thorough physical examination. "If Elena's happy with it. But I'm telling you Joe, I'm really pissed that you're putting her through this because of the malice of my ex-wife." The sheriff went red with embarrassment that I had worked out the source of the complaint. "I'm sorry Frank, I have to do it. I know a lady doctor on the far side of town. I'll make it as quick as I can. And I'll leave the false allegation on file so that your ex-wife is never taken seriously again." The two hours that Elena and the sheriff were gone were the longest two hours of my life. At last the sheriff's car drove back up my driveway. I opened the door and Elena rushed into my arms and hugged me. "It was conclusive, Frank. Your ex-wife's allegation was completely unfounded. I'll see if I can charge her with wasting police time." "Thanks, I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather you let it lie. The less I have to do with my ex-wife, the better." "Ok. I'll be seeing you, Frank. Take care." I was still slightly pissed and very relieved and I still had Elena's tender young body wrapped around me, so I pointedly avoided reciprocating. After dinner, Elena came and sat next to me. "We need to talk, Frank." She didn't call me 'uncle', so I suspected I wasn't going to like what she had to say. "I've worked out why I was given this body. I know what you do in the bathroom after I go to bed. I might be asleep, but my ears are still working and my chip is processing what the body hears. I've noticed how you push me away when this body makes me get too affectionate. I know how hard it must be for you not to take advantage of this body. I want to say I'm sorry for making your life so difficult, but I think the computer made a good choice of body for me and I'm lucky to be the guest of such a wonderful person." A huge weight lifted off me now that Elena knew the truth and didn't seem to mind, and I burst into tears and hugged her tightly. It was a few minutes before I could speak. "That was probably the final straw in my marriage. My wife found out about my interest in young girls. But I swear I never touched one." "I believe you. And I trust you. Are you still happy to look after me until my people come? I'll try not to flaunt this body more than necessary." "Yes, yes, thank you," I sobbed. Life returned to normal for a couple of days, then one morning as I was preparing breakfast Elena emerged from her bedroom in her nightie and dressing gown. Her eyes were red and she was sniffling. "My computer says I've got a virus," she croaked, "My head and throat hurt and my nose is excreting disgusting substances." "Sounds like you've got the flu. You must have caught it from someone when you went with the sheriff." "If I had my spaceship I could synthesise an anti-virus. What's your treatment?" "Keep warm, drink a lot, rest, some paracetamol for the headache and about a week of misery. Here's a box of tissues. Go back to bed and I'll bring you some chicken soup." I did my rounds of the forest on my own, skimping on the farthest parts in order to nurse Elena. I really missed her company; even the bright sunshine and burgeoning birdsong could do nothing to lift the sense of loneliness. For a couple of days Elena seemed to get worse, and I was worried that her bio-engineered body wouldn't be able to develop antibodies to the flu virus. I offered to take her to the doctor, but we both decided that should be a last resort. Just as she turned the corner and started to recover, I started showing the symptoms. It was Elena's turn to take care of me. When I was at my lowest, Elena had a go at preparing meals. Her chip was able to analyse nutrition and when various ingredients were cooked, but it had no idea of what went with what and we ended up with some very bizarre combinations. Grated carrot and apple omelette? By the time we were both fully recovered, Spring had arrived with a vengeance. Spring flowers were bursting out all over the place, serviced by early bees, and Elena had a new set of wonders to marvel at on our walks. As the weather grew warmer we shed layers of clothes, but Elena was always careful to dress in baggy tops and jeans. Once or twice a week I made my trip into town, although it wasn't often the nearest one these days because of my need to spread the sports bets around. I stocked up on food and other supplies and made the sports bets calculated by Elena. Elena didn't always come with me because she didn't like the crush in busy supermarkets, and I remember she wasn't with me that fateful day, the day I had been dreading. I knew something was wrong as soon as I parked my 4WD outside the cabin. Elena was waiting for me with a serious look on her face. She waited until I had unpacked all the shopping before she told me. "Frank, I've had a signal. There's a survey ship coming to pick me up. It will be here tomorrow evening." "That's wonderful," I lied, "you must be delighted that you'll be with your own people again, and back in your own body." "I'm not sure. I've missed my people and my natural body really badly, but I've really enjoyed my time here and I'll miss you." I burst into tears and hugged her tightly. Despite the clothing between us, I could feel her nipples pressing against my chest. My cock rose to erection, and although I knew Elena could feel it, I didn't push her away. We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other motionlessly for comfort. I was the one to ruin the moment. "I'd better get dinner on. I don't want your people to say I starved you." When I pulled away, I saw that Elena too had been crying. I cooked dinner, and we ate in silence, not tasting anything. While I washed up, Elena skimmed the sports pages so that her chip could generate a final set of predictions. At last it was Elena's bedtime. I prepared a nightcap while she got ready for bed. Dressed in her nightie and dressing gown and holding her hot milk in her hand, Elena came and sat next to me. "Frank, …" It always worried me when she started by calling me 'Frank' rather than 'Uncle Frank'. "… my chip says that this body is a bit too young for sex, and I know it's taboo in your culture at this age, but this body desperately wants you to make love to it. Please. I'd love to know what it feels like, and tonight is my last chance." I picked up Elena's slender body and carried her into her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I lowered my head towards her and kissed her on the lips. We kissed awkwardly for a couple of minutes but Elena was a quick learner and when I pushed at her lips with my tongue she parted them and let me in. I licked the incredible sweetness of her lips, then our tongues touched and intertwined. We stayed like that for a long time, exploring each other's mouths and enjoying the sweetness. My arms started to tire, so I put Elena on the bed and lay down beside her. She wriggled out of her dressing gown, leaving only her nightie and panties. I let my hands flow over Elena's body, exploring every curve and hollow. My cock was tenting the front of my pants like a flagpole. Elena lowered her hands to my zipper and released it. She held my cock curiously, her hot grasp a kind of delicious agony. "Gently rub it up and down," I instructed her I groaned as Elena started to pump my cock. I wasn't going to last long. "I'm going to cum," I warned her. To my surprise Elena lowered her head to my groin and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I came almost immediately, shooting my semen to the back of her throat. Elena swallowed every drop. "My chip says it's very nutritious, full of micro-nutrients such as zinc." My erection softened, but not completely. Elena looked disappointed. "Have I blown it?" she asked. I couldn't help but laugh at the unintended pun. "No, but it will take me a while to recover before I can ejaculate again." I got off the bed and undressed, discarding my clothes anywhere in my haste. I lay down beside Elena again. I gently peeled her nightie up and over her head, leaving her naked apart from her panties. I explored Elena's body again, this time with my lips. She sighed with pleasure when I kissed her budding breasts, and sucked her nipples into my mouth. "That feels good. Don't stop." I played with Elena's tiny breasts for several minutes. They were so small I could suck a whole breast into my mouth, but Elena seemed more aroused when I just sucked her nipples. I wondered if I could make her cum just by sucking alternately on each nipple while massaging the other breast with my hand. As my cock came back to life, I switched my attention lower. I ran my hands up her silky smooth thighs until I reached the crotch of her panties. I slid a finger inside and felt between her labia. She was damp. I lifted her hips off the bed and slid her panties all the way down her legs and over her feet. Then I worked my way back up, kissing her ankles, her calves, her knees, her outer thighs, her inner thighs, at last arriving at her pussy. I pierced Elena's labia with my tongue, savouring the taste of her moistness and causing her to gasp with pleasure. I prised Elena's labia apart with my fingers, revealing the moist nub of her clit peeking out at me. I sucked it into my mouth and Elena squealed with pleasure. I lapped at the clit gently with my tongue while testing Elena's cunt with a finger - she indeed had an intact hymen. I switched to gently circling Elena's clit with my tongue. I could hear Elena sighing in time with my rhythm. I slowly increased the pace and Elena's sighs, turning into low moans, kept time with me. Sensing Elena was about to cum, I switched to flicking the glans of her clit with the tip of my tongue. Elena went rigid for an instant, then her stomach muscles pulsated as the orgasm swept over her, to the accompaniment of a loud squeal. "That was amazing," gasped Elena when she got her breath back, "Can we make love properly now?" I rolled over onto my back. My erection was now painfully hard and I was leaking a little precum. "It will be painful because your hymen is intact. Kneel on top of me then you can control the penetration." Elena came and knelt over my groin, facing me. She had to shuffle around a bit before she got into the right position, then she grasped my cock and positioned the head between her labia. Slowly Elena lowered herself until the head met the obstruction of her hymen. "You can stop anytime you want. I'll understand." "No, I want to do this." Elena steeled herself then thrust down hard. She screamed as my cock burst through her hymen. All her muscles tensed, and I saw tears welling in her eyes. A little trickle of blood leaked from her cunt and dripped onto my groin. As Elena became accustomed to the pain, she forced herself further down until I was all the way in and my thighs were bearing her weight. The heat and tightness of Elena's cunt meant that I was close to cumming, but Elena clearly wasn't. I started making upwards thrusting motions with my hips so that my groin would nudge Elena's clit. It seemed to work, as Elena started sighing in response. I used my free hands to massaged Elena's tiny breasts and squeeze her nipples, and Elena's sighs turned to moans. I increased the tempo of my thrusting and as Elena squealed with orgasm, the throbbing of her cunt round my cock dragged me over the threshold and I came too, firing gobs of sperm onto her cervix. Elena collapsed, panting, on top of me. I hugged her tightly. My deflated cock slipped out of Elena's cunt. The remnants of a box of tissues lay next to the bed and I used several to mop up the blood, juices and semen as best I could. "Good thing you're leaving tomorrow," I commented, "otherwise we'd have had to worry about birth control." Elena's response was to smile and mock-punch my arm. "No need. I haven't started my periods yet and according to my chip, I wouldn't have done for another couple of months." We fell asleep still holding each other. When I woke next morning, I felt disoriented at not waking in my usual bed. Then the events of last night came back to me. Elena was still asleep, lying on her back. She looked so beautiful and peaceful, lying there, that it made my heart ache. I gently brushed aside some hairs that had strayed across her face. Then I couldn't stop, and my hands carried on down, lightly brushing over her firm, warm body. "I'm still sore from last night," said Elena with a smile, making me start guiltily because I hadn't noticed her waking up, "but I can take care of that for you." She maneuvered round on the bed to give herself access to the raging hard on that she had indicated, and lying on her stomach, she took my cock in her hands and started pumping. I grasped her firmly round the waist and lifted her on top of me, with a leg either side of my head, then I pulled her slightly towards me until her pussy was in range of my tongue. I parted Elena's labia and inserted my tongue, searching out her clit. She was already slightly moist and her clit was ready and waiting for me. I really loved playing with Elena's clit, and the effect that it had on her. Elena was way ahead of me though, and when she popped the head of my cock in her mouth and started sucking, I was lost, and pumped my sperm towards her eagerly swallowing throat. I parted Elena's labia with my fingers, and lapped at her clit with my tongue. Elena started sighing in response. As I had last night, I switched to gently circling Elena's clit with my tongue. As I slowly increased the pace, Elena's sighs gradually turned into moans. When I sensed Elena was just about to cum, I stopped. "And what would madam like for breakfast this morning?" I asked in a hoity-toity accent. "You beast," Elena screamed at me, mock-punching my thighs in frustration. I resumed circling Elena's clit with my tongue again, and again her sighs turned to moans as her arousal grew. I couldn't resist the temptation and again I stopped just before orgasm. "Sorry, did you say bacon and eggs?" Elena screamed at me again, and more mock-punches rained down on me, fortunately not on the sensitive parts. I resumed my ministrations to Elena's clit. My tongue was getting rather tired and Elena's juices were dribbling down my chin so this time, just as Elena was on the verge of cumming, I closed my lips round her little rosebud and gave it a long, hard suck. Elena came so long and hard I thought she'd never stop. Afterwards, she lay on top of me, panting with exertion. "That was a nice way to start the morning," said Elena, when she had recovered her breath. We shared the shower, gently soaping each other's bodies then rinsing each other clean. After a vigorous towelling to dry ourselves, I set about preparing breakfast, "How do you want to spend your last day?" I asked. "I'd like to walk through the forest for the last time to say goodbye." It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly, but there was a sense of wrongness about it. The birdsong seemed flat, the flowers pallid and the animals seemed to be avoiding us. We didn't say much, there didn't seem much to say. We took a packed lunch with us and ate at one of the picnic places. Despite the weather, it was deserted. The sombre mood continued all the way back to the cabin. We had walked a very long way, we were hot and sticky and it was getting towards evening. "Do you want some dinner before you go?" I asked. "No thank you. The ship should be here soon. But I'd like to take a shower." Elena disappeared into the shower, and I set about preparing dinner for myself. A few minutes later, Elena reappeared looking suitably refreshed. "Frank, I've just heard from the ship. It will be here in about half an hour. I'm still feeling sore but I want to feel you inside me again." I practically tore Elena's jeans and panties off, then I unzipped and released my engorged cock. I lifted Elena up and lowered her onto my cock. She wrapped her legs round my back, taking some of the weight. She winced as my cock slid in all the way. "Do you want me to stop?" "No!" I held Elena steady then pulled my hips back so my cock slid partially out, then thrust back in. Despite her discomfort, Elena pushed down to meet my thrust. Our rhythm grew faster and faster and ever more frantic until we were sweating with the exertion. Elena came first, her orgasm triggering mine. After we were spent, I lowered her gently to the ground. "I guess I'd better get cleaned up," panted Elena, indicating the semen and juices trickling down her thighs. She picked up her jeans and panties and headed back to the bathroom. When she emerged she still looked flustered. "The spaceship's here. It's picking me up at the same clearing where I crashed. Please stay indoors because it might not be safe. You should see a white flash, after which we will have gone." Elena wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. I bent down and kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks for everything Frank, it's been a privilege to know you." "No, the privilege is mine, Elena. Will you remember me after you've left?" "Yes, always. I love you Frank, and there will always be a place for you in my heart." "I love you too, Elena." Tears trickled down her cheeks. Then she pulled away from me and dashed out the door. After about 10 minutes a phosphorescent white flash lit the cabin. I waited a while then went outside to the clearing. There, in a neat pile, were the clothes Elena had been wearing. She had arrived with nothing and left with nothing. I picked up the clothes and carried them back to the cabin, where I sorted them for laundering. Then it hit me that she'd never wear them again, and I burst into tears. I can't remember much of the next 24 hours. I think I slept some and I probably had something to eat and I definitely cried a lot. I didn't do my rounds of the forest. I awoke with a start. I was lying on my bed and from the dim light outside, evening was falling. Something had awoken me, but I didn't know what. Then a thought seemed to come into my head. <> Was I dreaming? I was tempted to turn over and try to doze some more, but somehow the thought had seemed important. I put on my boots and made my way to the clearing where I had first encountered Elena. When I reached it, a column of phosphorescent light descended from the sky. When my vision accustomed itself to the light, I saw a beautiful woman suspended in the beam, floating about a foot above the ground. She looked exactly like I imagined an angel, except for having no wings. <> The thought had somehow appeared straight in my head. Instinctively I knew this was Elena. "You've generated another image to get my sympathy, haven't you?" <> "What is it?" She had broken my heart, yet I would do anything she asked. <> My heart leapt. "Yes, I'd love to have her." <> "What about the authorities?" <> "Thank you," I gasped. The woman and the column of phosphorescent light disappeared for a few seconds, then reappeared. This time the woman was carrying the naked supine body of Elena and a thick wad of paper. She beckoned me into the light, where she handed me Elena's body and the papers. "Will I see you again?" I asked. <> The woman and the column of light disappeared again, this time for good. Elena started to stir in my arms, shivering. "Where am I, Uncle Frank? Who was that lady?" "It's ok, sweetheart. You've been dreaming. You're safe now. I'm taking you home."