****** Emma's Secret Need by Judge Atland and Ella Jean Chadwicke ******
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Emma's Secret Need


Chapter 1

Emma watched her uncle swing the ax as he split wood for the cook stove.

Muscular and precise as he worked, the muscles in his arms bulged each time he
raised the heavy double-bitted ax above his head.

Aunt Jean had passed away a few months ago and Uncle Cary had lost interest in
about everything for a time, but now he seemed to be coming back and even joked
about Jean just last evening.

Emma's parents had been killed in an automobile wreck when she was about three.
Since Jean and Cary had been her only surviving relatives, they had petitioned
the courts to become her guardians. Now that Jean was gone, it left only her
and Uncle Cary to carry on alone.

Cary was her mother's brother. The family resemblance was remarkable.

Although Mary Catherine and her brother were five years apart; they looked
enough alike to be twins. Emma barely remembered her mother Mary, she missed
the times she did recall such as her mother baking and preparing family meals.

Now meal preparation and baking was left to Emma. Uncle Cary seemed satisfied
though and that was all that really mattered.

"I'm feeling kind of poorly tonight Emma," Cary said as he picked at his food.
"I'm going to hit the sack early tonight. I'll see you in the morning," he said
rising to stand.

Emma looked at him and saw he looked flushed. "OK Uncle Cary, I'll clean the
table and fix you something later if you feel hungry," she said as she looked
carefully at him. Thinking a moment, she asked, "Do you have the flu you
think?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "No I don't think so. I just feel really tired
and washed out." Smiling briefly, he said, "Now don't you fret, I'll be OK,
probably just need a good night's sleep."

Emma finished clearing the table and fed the dogs before she sat down to read
by lamplight until bedtime.

Living in the country and doing without electricity and running water had its
drawbacks, but the advantages were good too.

Horseback riding, gardening, and preserving your own food provided nourishment
that didn't have pesticides, herbicides and other chemical agents to worry
about.

She and Cary were healthy and illness was unusual enough to warrant concern.

However, Emma didn't think her uncle was sick enough to worry about just yet.

Cary Nordstrom lay down on his feather bed and closed his eyes. Suddenly,
visions of combat leapt unbidden and he steeled himself as he fought the
sickening effects of delayed stress syndrome. It had been happening more and
more often since Jean had died.

The horrors of combat and the conviction that big governments were inherently
wrong had prompted him and his wife to give up the niceties of civilization and
retreat to the mountains. Now that she was gone, he had very little to look
forward too.


Chapter 2

Emma lay down in the quiet save for the distant hooting of an owl and crickets
serenading her. The evening was cool as she snuggled deeper into the feather
bed and pulled the down-filled comforter close around her neck.

As she lay drifting between wakefulness and sleep, she suddenly sat upright
then left her bed to go to her Uncle's room. Opening the door, she saw her
uncle lying uncovered and listened briefly as he moaned. Hurrying to his side,
she put her hand on his forehead to feel for temperature. Although he was
sweating profusely, he was cool to the touch.

"Uncle Cary?" she asked in alarm. "Are you all right?"

Cary didn't respond.

Leaning forward to kiss his forehead, she felt his hand grasp her upper arm as
he pulled her to him.

Emma sailed over her uncle to land softly between him and the wall. Lying as
still as she could, she felt his hand began tracing from her shoulder to her
hip.

"Uncle Cary! Uncle Cary!" Emma cried as he continued caressing her. He paid her
no heed and continued on downward to find the hem of her nightgown.

Pulling it up to expose her naked thighs, she felt him begin probing between
them as his hand moved higher to find her soft bushy thatch at the apex.

Suddenly, his hand darted deeper inside her thighs and stopped to cup then
insert his index finger inside her virgin quim. Emma fought with every ounce of
strength she possessed to stop him.

Pleading, she cried, "Uncle Cary Stop it! Please stop it! This is Emma Uncle
Cary, please don't hurt me, please stop!" Pushing her nightgown still further
up her body, he sought her breasts and squeezed them between thumb and
forefinger as he pressed deeper inside her with his finger.

Emma froze when she felt him raise himself to draw her under his body. Emma
cried as she felt his manhood press against her virginal lips then in a single
thrust he entered her. Searing pain flooded her senses as he began thrusting in
and out of her pussy.

Emma prayed and cried as he fucked her in and out. After a few moments, she
began to feel a sensation she had never felt in all her thirteen years. She had
rubbed herself at different times when she was alone and this felt something
like it, but as her uncle fucked in and out of her, the sensation began to
build and she found herself bucking against him as he thrust deeper and deeper
inside her.

Putting her arms around his shoulders, she found she could maximize the
sensation by meeting him on the downward plunges. Soon a tingling began to
emanate from her pussy up into her abdomen and down into her thighs. A
quickening unlike anything she had ever experienced began to overtake her as
she fucked back as hard as her uncle thrust inside her. Suddenly, the power and
strength of her orgasm claimed her senses and she abandoned herself to her
uncle's hard throbbing cock.

Holding her pussy against him as he thrust, she felt an impossible swelling of
his cock as he prepared to shoot deep inside her. Of course Emma had no way of
knowing what was happening, but she felt him lengthen and swell just seconds
before he impaled her to freeze against the lips of her pussy and shoot his
incestuous cum deep inside her.

Cary rose up and fell to lie semi-comatose beside Emma after he had finished.

Emma lay breathless and panting but realized he had no idea what he had done.

"He must be really sick!" she thought to herself. Carefully, she crept from his
bed to return to her own and lay sleeplessly for more than an hour before she
could relax enough to sleep.


Chapter 3

Emma awoke to the smell of bacon cooking and the aroma of coffee. She put on
her clothing and went timidly into the kitchen to see Cary working at the stove
as he prepared breakfast.

Sensing her presence, he turned and smiled brightly at her and said, "Good
morning Emma! I'm starved, How about you?" he asked as he smiled at her.

Emma looked at him a moment then replied, "Uhh, well I'm hungry too. Did you
sleep well?" she asked.

"Yes I did, very well as a matter of fact. I had some pretty strange dreams but
I feel a lot better today!" he finished brightly.

'Oh really?" she replied. "What did you dream about?" she asked.

Laughing, he said, "Oh just silly things. Nothing of any interest really. I
guess I was just tired out and I've been working too hard lately." He finished.

Emma looked at him thoughtfully as he continued to prepare breakfast.

Turning to set the plates of eggs and bacon on the table, he looked at Emma and
asked, "What?" ' Emma blushed and answered, "Oh nothing! Just wondering what
you dreamed about is all!" Laughing again, he brushed off her question and sat
down to eat. For the first time, Emma looked at her uncle as a man. He was
handsome with black, wavy hair, piercing blue eyes, and a strong chin.

Cary glanced up at Emma and noticed the look in her eyes he hadn't noticed
before. It was almost as if she was... "Wait a minute!" he thought. "She is
looking at me like Jean used too. Almost as if she were in love with me or
something!" he shook his head to clear it and suddenly, he and Emma began
laughing out loud at their private thoughts.

Both of them ate heartily and cleared the table to prepare for the day's work.

Today was harvest day of the exotic mushrooms they grew in the caves behind
their home.

Various kinds of mushrooms such as morel, portobella, oyster, and especially
the shiitake provided a very lucrative income. Descending into the chain of
caves, the gloom was dispelled by the bright lantern he carried. A portable
generator provided power for most of the lighting, however, it was necessary to
carry a bright flashlight or lantern to go from cavern to cavern.

Silently he and Emma harvested the fruit according to the orders they had
received. Emma appreciated the time she spent alone for it gave her time to
think about what happened during the night and to find a reason that she could
understand.

It required one pound of mushrooms to make 1 ounce of dried mushrooms. These
were dried in dehydrators slowly to allow the flavor and aroma to remain with
the desiccated flesh before shipment.

At ten dollars for four ounces of Shiitake and thirty-five dollars per pound of
Morels, nearly five hundred percent profit was realized in the family
enterprise.

Emma's pulse began racing as she relived the experience with her uncle.

Being a virgin, she hadn't realized that sex could have such a powerful effect
on the way she felt about Uncle Cary. Now she had to admit that rather than try
to forget what happened as he apparently had no recollection of it, she wanted
to experience it again and feel him making love to her. Even now she felt a
moistness inside that she had never noticed before.


Chapter 4

The day's work done, the pair returned to the house to prepare for dinner.

Silently each went his or her own way to complete the task at hand.

Several times, Cary noticed Emma looking at him in a way that could almost be
described as a stare. As many times he had started to ask her what she was
thinking but decided against it to wait until she was ready to discuss whatever
it was that seemed to be on her mind. Little did he know that a storm brewed
inside her breast that would cause much anguish in the days to come? After
sunset, the two sat quietly reading. Sometimes Emma would turn on the battery
powered radio and listen for a while but tonight she was comfortable with just
reading although she spent most of the time thinking of her uncle in a
decidedly unniecely fashion.

Cary's voice finally got her attention, "Emma honey! Would you like something
to drink?" he was asking.

Seeming to swim upward from the depths of her consciousness, Emma replied, "No
thanks, I think I'll just go on to bed. I'll see you in the morning." She
finished in almost in a whisper.

Emma got up to go to her bedroom but instead turned to walk to Cary and as she
bent over, whispered, "I love you Cary!" Cary turned to look at her at that
moment and realized she was just a fraction of an inch from his face. As he
turned, Emma moved the short distance and kissed him tenderly on the lips. Her
touch was electric to him. The softness of her lips and tenderness of her kiss
caused stirrings he hadn't felt since Jean had passed away.

The dream he had last night came flooding in on him and caused him to blush.

"Lord have mercy!" he thought to himself, "How can I be thinking and dreaming
these things about a thirteen year old girl who just happens to be my niece?"
he asked himself.

Emma noticed his reaction and saw his cock leap in his trousers. She smiled
inwardly and a plan began to form in her mind as she stood up to leave for her
bedroom.


Chapter 5

Emma lay sleeplessly for what seemed like hours as she thought about her uncle
and what they had done. She knew enough to understand that sex could result in
pregnancy when unprotected. Silently, she considered just coming to the point
with him and telling him what happened.

Still, she felt reluctant to hurt him and wasn't sure if he would reject her
once he learned of his actions.

Finally, she realized that she needed him more than he probably needed her and
decided to go into his room and tell him what was on her mind.

Rising from her bed, she tiptoed into the living room to discover her uncle
asleep in his chair just as she had left him just two hours ago.

As she walked up on him, she noticed he had an erection and the sight of it
excited her enough to make her nervous and she began trembling.

Carefully, Emma leaned forward and gently shook Cary's shoulder. He stirred
then opened his eyes to look at her. "What?" he mumbled as he straightened up
in his chair.

Emma began telling him in a rush what was on her mind and watched to see his
reaction as she spoke.

Cary closed his eyes and Emma noticed a tear poised on the lid of right eye.

He had listened silently as she had spoken, not interrupting or asking
questions but remaining silent, digesting her words with no expression to give
her any indication of how he was taking this.

Finally, Emma said, "I know you knew nothing of what you were doing. I know it
was wrong of me to not try harder to awaken you. But if enjoying it was wrong,
then I'm wrong. I can't help that!" she finished with a sob.

Cary drew the child to his lap and held her tightly for several moments.

Emma was astonished to feel him begin sobbing piteously. Tears began flowing
down his cheeks to drench her shoulder and then the awful truth of what had
happened began to become clear to her.

"He's ashamed of me!" she thought. "Oh my god! He's ashamed of me and himself
and I've ruined everything by forcing the issue with him!" In all her young
life, Emma had never known the despair of those moments.

'Wisdom brings Sorrow' became real to her young mind.

Standing beside her uncle, Emma felt lost and hopeless as she turned to leave
for her bedroom. Cary watched as she walked away and a slight desire to be dead
with his beloved wife overcame his senses.

Cary aged rapidly in those few moments as Emma spoke and told him of her desire
for him.

The picture in his mind's eye of what he had done sickened him and shamed him
remorselessly. He was unable to fathom how he had been able to rape his beloved
niece and not have any recollection of it. It had been a dream. A vicarious
thrill in a sensational dream that gave him pleasures. The reality was terrible
in his mind and tore at his heart without respite.


Chapter 6

The next few days were unspeakably horrible to them both. Neither speaking or
looking at each other, both continued on with the work and chores they were
accustomed too.

Emma didn't know what to say and Cary was unable to bring himself to speak of
it.

Several days went by before something happened that would forever change Emma's
and her uncle's relationship with each other.

Emma had gone alone into the caverns to harvest mushrooms while her uncle had
gone to town for supplies. Working alone in the cool quiet of the caves, she
began to feel better about everything. No particular reason for feeling as she
did, just felt better about it.

Passing into the cavern farthest away from the entrance, Emma played her light
over the Shiitake mushrooms as She decided which of the fruits were ripest for
harvest. Suddenly, from out of the darkness a large, black king snake rose to
challenge her.

Emma suppressed a scream but stepped backwards to put some distance between
herself and the reptile. As She did, a large stone on the floor of the cavern
caused her to turn her ankle with a sickening snap.

Emma felt herself falling backwards and then darkness enveloped her as
unconsciousness claimed her.

Cary arrived home from his errands and saw that Emma had evidently gone on
alone to the caverns to harvest mushrooms. Picking up a large flashlight, he
proceeded to make his way to the opening of the first room.

"Emma! Emma!" he called in a loud voice but got no response. Thinking to
himself, "Humm? She must be in the back cave gathering Shiitake." He thought.

Moving silently, he made his way to where he thought Emma would be before
calling her name.

"Emma?" he called loudly, "Are you there?" he asked

Sensing things were not right, he proceeded inside the cavern to find Emma
unconscious as She had fallen. Quickly he assessed the situation and saw her
slipper had slipped off her left foot.

The ankle was swollen and beginning to show signs of bruising. Cary stooped to
lift her in his arms and carry her outside where he could see with the aid of a
lantern.

Emma remained somnambulant and only moaned as he carried her. The past few days
and the difficulties they had dealt with came rushing into his heart as he
moved swiftly towards the cavern entrance.


Chapter 7

Emma lay on a bed of pine boughs he had gathered for her to rest on. Further
investigation revealed a large goose egg sized knot on the left anterior side
of her head just an inch or less in line with her ear.

Cary wet a cloth with clean water and began cleaning the wound as he searched
through the first aid kit they kept handy inside the cave entrance.

Finally he found the smelling salts and broke open the vial to pass it under
her nose. Emma awoke coughing and trying to get away from the stench of the
smelling salts.

Finally She looked at her uncle and became aware of the pain in her ankle..

Each clung to the other as She sobbed from the pain.

Cary once again picked her up and started home. As he walked a thousand things
passed through his mind. Most of which were thoughts of what She had said that
night.

He realized that although he considered it a mortal sin, he needed her as badly
as she needed him.

Cary made it to the house in record time considering the weight of the thirteen
year old girl in his arms. Laying her gently on her bed, he sat beside her and
gently kissed her lips as She sobbed quietly.

Rising, he looked at her for a moment and realized She was very mature for her
years. It wasn't much of a surprise to him, just a revelation that had been in
the back of his mind although it hadn't been important before. Now it was of
abiding concern and importance to him.

Preparing two first aid cyrobags by first crushing the chemical vials inside.
By the time he returned to place them on her injured ankle, he noticed his cock
getting hard as he thought of her.

Emma also noticed her uncle's obvious sexual excitement and responded almost
instantly inside as her tight quim began flowing. Breathlessly, She felt him
begin removing her shorts and panties and helping her to sit up as he removed
her tee shirt.

Emma's small breasts tipped by large areola and hardening nipples, began to
feel feverish as he caressed and then kissed them pausing only a moment to
suckle each of them in turn.

Standing erect, he began removing his own clothing as he gazed at Emma. Emma
gasped as his hard cock bounced into view as he removed his briefs.

Tenderly, he lay down beside Emma to kiss her lips and thrust his tongue
inside. Emma's heart raced as She tentatively returned with her searching
tongue inside his lips.

Cary picked Emma up and held her in his arms as her legs instinctively wound
themselves around his waist. Reaching below her hip, he grasped his throbbing
cock to guide it to the portal of her pussy. Her pussy lips felt swollen and
hot as She felt his large cockhead move slowly past them.

She had completely forgotten her aching ankle. Nothing existed except his hard
cock as he gently worked it inside before it came to rest against her tiny
cervix.

Neither of the two had spoken until Cary said, "Ohhh honey! It feels so good to
be inside you. Am I hurting you sweetheart?" he asked tenderly.

"OH NO! It feels wonderful for you to be inside me!" Emma said breathlessly.

Then Cary began slowly thrusting in and out as he fucked her. How remarkably it
seemed to be as he had dreamed many times since Jean's death. Fucking his niece
had become an obsession and now it was a reality.


Chapter 8

The two fucked for more than an hour. Emma had cum so many times She was
exhausted but continued struggling to fuck as long as he wanted. Finally he
tensed and began to withdraw from her glove soft pussy sheath. "NO NO!" She
cried. "Cum inside me Cary, don't take it out, I want to cum when you do!" she
begged.

Emma looked into the love in her uncle's eyes as he pressed deep inside her.

She watched his face turn to pure joy as he began ejaculating inside her.

She felt the tremendous ejaculate splash with a fury against her cervix,
filling her to overflowing.

The two became lovers as they had been niece and Uncle. Now they were friends
and lovers who shared a love known by so very few.

Their lives were bound by the love and intimacy of sharing that would go on for
many years to come and survive hardship and pain lesser mortals knew not.


Judge Atland Judge_20@hotmail.com

Ella Chadwicke Echadwicke@hotmail.com

All comments welcome