Uncle's Lighthouse

by Lubrican

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Chapter 4

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

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

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

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

She was late getting up!

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

"I'm sorry!" she blurted out.

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

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

She realized she didn't mind. She had seen his whole body, after all.

She went up to her Uncle and, turning him around, she reached up, putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you," she said.

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

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

He had seen.

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

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

She leaned over close to his ear. "Didn't I see yours that one time? Up in the loft? Perhaps it's not so unfair that you get to see mine."

Then she kissed him on the cheek and laughed out loud. She was glad to be alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was ... letting him look him look ... displaying herself ... shamelessly.

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

"Kit!" she barked. "You stop that kind of language right now!"

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

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

"You knew?" he croaked.

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

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

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

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

"And, as I said this morning, when you saw my lily white buttocks, I got to see yours. So it only seemed fair that since I saw your manly organ, I shouldn't complain so much if you saw ... me." She dropped her eyes to the front of his cotton duck pants. There was an obvious bulge there. It unsettled her, making a tickle in her belly. She tried to think of something else. "Besides, how can I milk the cow with my legs closed? That wouldn't work at all."

As she continued milking, she couldn't stop thinking about how much her life had changed. Part of it, like milking the cow, was just as it had always been. But now there were so many more possibilities. She glanced at Kit, who hadn't moved. His bulge hadn't gone away, either.

"Kit?" she said.

"What?" He sounded scared.

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

"What?" He put his hands over that bulge.

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

He nodded.

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

"You saw me," he said dully.

"Yes," she responded.

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

"Yes," she said again.

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

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

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

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

"You've seen your Uncle and Father touching themselves?!" he said, incredulous.

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

"You touched yourself?" his voice was faint and his eyes looked glassy.

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

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

In the afternoon, while the sun was warm, Laurie called to Kit. "Come with me, there's something I want to show you." He came readily. He had been scraping the old hay out of the cow's stall and it was hard work.

She took his hand and pulled him quietly into the fort and past where Uncle Martin was sleeping, to the stone stairway that led to the attic room. When they climbed into it the sun had passed it's zenith, so the room itself was relatively dark. It made the panorama of the sea, spread out before them, even more breathtaking.

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

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

"Isn't it magnificent?" she said.

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

"It is truly the most magnificent sight I've ever seen," he said.

He wasn't talking about the sea, or the surf, but she didn't know that.

That night, Laurie got ready for bed and kissed her uncle good night as he got ready to go up in the tower. Their embrace was warm and lingered. "I slept so well last night, and I felt so refreshed in the morning ..."

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

She blushed but said, "Well ... I mean I slept so peacefully. And I was full of energy o do my chores, today. So ... I think ... yes, I would like that very much."

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

"Will it hurt tonight?" she gasped, keeping her legs tightly closed.

"No, there will be no more pain. Not with my fingers anyway."

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned in embarrassment.

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

It was his tongue!

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

Then ... she was his slave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But those thoughts kept coming back.

Several days later Laurie lay in bed, weak and satisfied after being 'relaxed' by her Uncle. They had started early this night, and when they were done he went to the tub and turned on the water. He left the lamps on and paid no attention to his niece. But she watched avidly as he disrobed and displayed his hard male body to her in the light.

He was erect, and he stroked it, turning to her. "This is what you do to me. Touching you, tasting you, it is something that causes this in me. I'm sorry, if it embarrasses you, but I must relieve myself. You may wish to look away." He began to stroke it with long hard jerks and she watched fascinated.

On impulse, she got up, shrugged off the unbuttoned shirt, and went to where he was standing by the tub. He saw her coming and faced her, pleased that she wasn't afraid. "You know what will happen?" he asked.

She nodded and came closer, staring at the massive thing up close. "You put that inside my mother?" she said in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

This ... this warm, slippery stuff was the thing that had gone into her mother and created a life in her. This was the stuff of her own life. This was something beautiful, something to be cherished and loved. She rubbed it all over her naked skin, spreading the slippery warmth.

They both relaxed, leaning back against equipment. Her messy hand dipped idly down to her fleecy pubic curls and she slipped one spermy finger between her pussy lips to stroke her clit gently. She was intensely aware of what was on that finger as it went into the place on her body where its presence could result in creating yet another life.

"I need a bath too," she said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I went to talk to him one night. He didn't know I was there. He was naked, and doing ... this," she said as she increased the speed of her manipulations. "I peeked at him ... watched him, and then ran away."

"He likes you," said her Uncle. "I can tell. And he is your age. Perhaps you should be doing this to him instead of me." He grunted. "Sweet Laurie, I am very close now."

"I like you both," she said. "I don't know what to do. Oh! ... Look!" she laughed as his spunk shot out and splattered her breasts again.

"Taste it," he huffed.

"What?" she stared at his spurting penis.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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