Uncle's Lighthouse

by Lubrican

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Chapter 5

The next day, she left her 'nightdress' on again as she did her chores. Kit helped her and, when she started the milking, he got down on the other side from her and held the bucket. She grinned. "You like looking where you shouldn't look, don't you?"

He was less shy now. "Well, you don't seem to mind, and you are beautiful. And I am a man, after all." He sounded puffed up.

"Oh, so now I'm beautiful all of a sudden?" she said, teasing him.

"You've always been beautiful," he said simply. "But I don't understand why you have ... changed. When I met you, you would never have let me look, much less been so ... not careful," he finished diplomatically.

Laurie looked at Kit thoughtfully. He tried to present a rough and unsavory front to the world, but this was a boy whose mother, before she had to abandon him, had taught him right from wrong, and how to respect a woman, and many other things that she saw in his attitude and behavior that proved his mother to be a woman of breeding, despite her low station in life. Laurie wished she could meet the woman who had raised Kit to be the boy ... no man that he was.

"I have learned some things that have changed the way I think about other things," she said cryptically. She didn't want to tell him that her Uncle had gotten his own sister pregnant, and that Laurie was the result.

"Let me put it this way. I have no prospects. My Uncle is not wealthy, nor can he give me a dowry. So I will probably spend my life here, at this place. Now, in this place there are exactly two men. At least right now. There is nothing wrong with me. I'm healthy and most girls my age are, if not married, thinking and planning to be married. Every woman thinks about children and those things."

The thought came unbidden into her mind, to ... fib ... about Martin's relationsip to her. He and her mother had lied to the world for fifteen years. Another tiny lie wouldn't hurt. She went on.

My Uncle bears that name only by custom, rather than blood. He and my mother were raised together but had different parents. Her father married his mother, when the other parents died. So I call him uncle, but he isn't really. And he is an attentive man, who has his own needs. Then there is you. You are a handsome man, my own age, who likes to look at me. I don't know what your plans are, but I like you. If I am to be fully a woman, it will involve either you or Martin."

He stared at her with his mouth open. "You would let your Uncle ... do those things? he finished, turning red.

"Perhaps" she said, milking steadily. "As I saidk he is not really my uncle. And I might let you do those things too."

"But I haven't even proposed marriage!" he said, shocked.

"And why would you?" she said. "I have nothing to offer you, really. You could leave this place and make your fortune. In a few more years you will be an experienced blacksmith. You could have any woman you choose to then. Why would you remove all options by committing yourself to me?"

"Do you not pine to be in love?" he asked, sitting down. He wasn't looking up her bare legs any more.

"That would be wonderful. I already have some strong feelings for my Uncle, who has been very good to me ... to us ... when he didn't have to be. I have some strong feelings for you too. You saved my life, as far as I am concerned. I could not possibly be ashamed to be mother to your child, even if we were not married. Does that shock you? Should I have gone to the brothels after all?"

He sat, saying nothing while she finished milking the cow. Eventually he spoke.

"My heart would break if I saw you in a whore house. I'd kill any man who bought you."

She felt a thrill as she realized he thought he was serious. He went on.

"But your Uncle would kill me if I touched you."

"My Uncle suggested I should be paying a lot more attention to you, instead of him," she said.

His eyes got big. "I can't take this! Don't tell me you and your Uncle have ... ?"

"No, silly," she said, laughing. "He has made me feel welcome. He has made me feel good. He has made me feel loved. He has not taken any liberties with me that I feel were inappropriate."

"But he has taken liberties with you," he said, somewhat sullenly.

"Yes. Some. I won't lie to you. I like you too much for that," she said. "I'm worried you will think I'm a slut though."

"I don't know what to think," he said. "But I know you are no slut. Even though you have let me see ... private things. I know you are no slut."

"Would you think me a slut if I ... paid more attention to you? As my Uncle suggests?" She smiled.

"I'd be too shy. I don't know what to do. I mean, I know how to please myself, but ... to be with a woman ... a beautiful woman. I'd feel stupid." He was looking at his toes.

She got an idea. "When was the last time you had a bath?"

His head jerked up. "What? Why? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Come with me," she said. She took him into the fort. He glanced fearfully at Martin, who lay snoring in the big bed. She led him to the big bathtub and he gawked at the size of it. Then he gawked as she turned the tap and hot water poured into it.

"I need a bath," she said as she unbuttoned the shirt and dropped it.

She stood naked before him and thought his eyes would pop out of his head.

"I think you need a bath too," she said, as she approached him and began undoing buttons.

His hands hung limp until she got his shirt open. Then he helped, darting looks across the room at her Uncle. He wore nothing beneath his pants, and flushed red as his erection was exposed. But she didn't laugh or take any particular notice of it, while he couldn't keep his eyes off of her loveliness.

They climbed into the tub and she held out the soap to him.

"Wash me," she said softly.

He thought he'd die as his hands slid across her naked body. He'd never seen a naked woman before, much less touched one. He'd jacked off every day since he'd met her, thinking of something just like this, and now he was here, with her and she was letting him touch her. He washed around her breasts until she took his hand and slid it onto one. The same happened when his hand dipped lower. He couldn't make himself do it, but she took his hand and made it go between her legs. He couldn't help but explore.

She leaned over and whispered. "Your finger ... let it ... enter. There's a place it will fit."

He fumbled.

"Up," she prompted.

Suddenly it was there. It slid in effortlessly.

"Yessss there," she sighed.

He was amazed as his finger went into her. Then he felt her hand on his prick and his knees buckled. He had to let go of her to keep from falling down and they ended up on their knees, facing each other, the front of their bodies pressed together. He knew how to kiss, and he did that with her until he thought he'd suffocate. Her hand found him again, under the water and she stroked him until his penis let loose the treasure it held inside.

A gruff voice came from across the room. "Don't make so much noise! Can't a man sleep in his own bed?"

Kit froze, but when nothing else happened and she smiled and kissed him, they got out and dried off, sneaking outside, still naked. They went to the barn, to the loft, where his bed was made.

He was putty in her hands. She taught him how to use his mouth on her, and she experimented with using her mouth on him, getting her first full measure of creamy thick cum straight from the source. She gulped and swallowed it lovingly, noting it had a different taste than that of her Uncle. Different, but still good. Then they napped in each other's arms.

That night Laurie didn't even put on her nightgown. She lay in bed, waiting, as her Uncle puttered around in the workshop. Then he saw her, lying there naked, looking at him. "Where is that worthless boy?" he growled.

"I imagine he's in the loft in the barn," she said. "That's where he usually goes after supper."

"And why aren't you in the loft in the barn?" he said.

"Because you are here. There is not much time before you must go up there," she pointed. "And I am very tense."

He came over, picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and kissed her soundly. "So ... you think you are woman enough for two men?"

She kissed him back. "I think there are two men I am very fond of, and I want to be with both of them. But not at the same time."

He guffawed, but then quit smiling. "Has Kit made love to you?"

She looked into his eyes. "Only in the same ways you have made love to me."

"There is something yet to be done ... something you have never done before with any man," he said.

She didn't blush this time. "I am afraid to do that with you. I fear I would be split in two, regardless of what you say about you and my mother. You must have been smaller then. No woman could take what you offer." She was quite firm about that.

"It is true that to do this with me would be a time-consuming thing, at least the first few times. Perhaps another man ... a younger man ... might be your first. Then later, when your body was more used to the ... feeling. Maybe then I could love you as I loved your mother."

"Perhaps," she agreed, though she was sad. Almost everything she had ever done, she had done with this man first. She wished there were a way she could become fully a woman with him as well. She was distantly amazed that she had already decided to become fully a woman. There was something she could do for him, though.

"But now, let me show you what I practiced while you slept."

She used her mouth on him, and he sighed and groaned and almost choked her with the amount of sperm he flushed into her sucking lips. She couldn't swallow it all, and it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her chest as she tried her best not to lose a single drop. She was panting when she pulled her mouth off of him.

"Surely, if it ever does that inside my body, I will get with child instantly!" she panted.

"I hope so," he grinned.

The next morning, when he came down from the tower, she was waiting for him and she sucked him again, as he lay back on the bed. He pulled her hips around and lifted her until he could get to her pussy, which he licked and sucked as she swallowed his spend. After breakfast he fell into bed.

Kit looked at Laurie with yearning in his eyes.

"Chores first," she said.

Chores never got done quicker than they did that day. She had already decided to give herself to him, and she wanted to do it in the light of the sun, with the breeze around them. She brought out blankets and made them a bed in the tall waving grasses, on one of the few flat spots that had real dirt between the rocks. Then she lay back in that bed, gloriously naked, breasts heaving, legs spread for him as he mounted her.

Neither of them knew what to do. She had seen her parents, and they had made it seem so simple. Her father fisted his penis, stroked it a few times, pointed it at her mother's pussy, and slid right in.

But Kit's erection, firm and straight as only a young man's erection can be, poked and prodded and glanced off and slid around, but did not enter her sex. Finally, she reached down and grasped it, holding it where she could feel was right. She didn't know what to expect, but she took a breath and said, "Now ... push."

Kit had never done anything like this before. He had lusted after this very woman. He could spurt with the best of them in a spurting contest. But he didn't know what to expect either. So when she told him to push, he slammed his hips downward. His prick sliced into her like a knife into butter.

A very cold knife, into practically frozen butter.

She was tight. She was well-lubricated by her desire, but she was still tight. It didn't hurt her, really, though she felt very stretched and full. It actually hurt him, because his foreskin got stuck on the outside of her pussy, while his prick merrily burrowed inside her pussy.

The problem, however, was temporary. Once he felt her wet heat surround him, Kit succumbed to the bane of all young men - premature ejaculation. His cock simply exploded and pumped his balls empty in his very first stroke inside his very first woman.

A combination of things happened. First, all that slippery sperm super lubricated her, and the friction lessened considerably. Second, Kit, knowing he had just spilled his seed inside this woman he loved, became insanely impassioned. For that reason his prick softened only enough to allow easier movement in her. Third, when Laurie felt that wet heat being injected into her, she had a similar reaction to the fact that her nubile and fertile pussy was now filled chock full with that fluid that could make her belly swell with a baby. Her vaginal muscles relaxed enough that the pressure was almost gone.

He made an experimental attempt at sliding out and then back in. Within seconds he was fucking her like they'd been lovers for years. Her hips soon found the rhythm and assisted his thrusts. Her orgasm wasn't far behind, and when she wrapped both her arms and legs around him, crying out her ecstasy, he couldn't help but give her another helping of his thick semen.

They had to rest then. But by the end of the day, they had made love six times, not counting the times she had impatiently tried to stiffen him with her mouth. Three of those times she failed, to her chagrin, but he urged her not to give up. It wasn't until that third time that she realized he knew nothing would happen, and was just trying to have the wonderful feeling of her mouth on him because it felt good. She slapped his bare buttocks in revenge, and demanded that he return the favor, which he did, with vigor and enthusiasm.

The next week was like that. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other.

Martin watched, a sad smile on his face. It was obvious they were taken with each other. She hadn't asked her uncle to pleasure her for days now, always disappearing after supper and staying gone until he'd gone up into the tower to work.

He feared there was no room for him in this relationship, but that was all right. He'd been alone before they came. She was a sweet slice of happiness, though, and he'd been happy for the first time in a long time when she'd let him touch her that first time. He did make note of the fact that she was always in his bed in the morning, but thought that only natural, since the boy had only hay for a bed!

He was wrong about that.

One morning he came down and found her there, in his bed, as usual. She was naked, also as usual. She was awake and waiting for him.

"I am ready for you to be my lover," she said simply.

"Oh?" he rumbled.

"Yes, I have practiced, and I am quite certain that I was wrong before ... when I said no woman could take you. I want to ... try."

"What about Kit?" he said. He didn't want a jealous boy making things difficult.

"He knows how I feel about you," she said.

"And how do you feel about me?" he asked.

"I love you. You are my father. You are my uncle. You are my friend. I want you for my lover too. I want to have your babies." She was very matter-of-fact.

"And what about Kit?" he said.

"I want to have his babies too," she said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "I'll marry him, if he'll have me. But I want to live here, with you. I want to take care of you when you're too old to father children on me."

"That's going to be a lot of babies," he said, trying not to laugh.

"Enough to man this lighthouse until the sea washes it away," she said.

He stripped. He was hard ... very hard ... the idea of getting into this delicious girl had him primed and ready. He worked her over first, making her limp with multiple orgasms before he mounted her and fit the head of his huge member to her pussy lips.

He went slowly, doing intentionally what Kit had done by accident. He pressed the tip into her and jacked his cock. He felt his balls tighten and let one shot of his seed squirt into her pussy. Then he clamped off his cock, stopping his cum. He had to wait a minute to get control, and used that minute, with his hand firmly gripping his cock, to slide gently forward, making her vulva stretch around him.

She lay loose, and he could tell she was trying to relax her muscles, to take him in. His sperm made her slippery and he pressed on. It took him ten full minutes, but in the end, he had all but the last inch in her when he hit bottom. She groaned, but not in pain. There was an ache that she felt, but it was the ache of tendons being stretched, or something similar.

She lifted her head and stared at where his thick cock entered her body. "I do not believe my eyes," she panted.

"Then close them, and believe this," he said. He pulled almost out and then slid back in. She groaned again, a sound of mixed distress and pleasure. He did it again, more slowly and she smiled. Another four or five minutes of that and he was sliding in and out of her more or less effortlessly, relatively speaking. She was tight as a wet glove around him, but he was able to slide into her without problem. He prodded the end of her pussy with the tip of his cock, hitting the same places his finger had that very first time she had orgasmed.

She had thought she couldn't have an orgasm stuffed so full, but she was wrong, and when it overtook her she cried out with joy. Right in the middle of it he sucked her nipples, something he knew made her orgasms much more intense. Her pussy muscles rippled around his prod.

"Are you sure about the babies?" he groaned.

"Yes ... Oh yes!" she squealed as she felt his prick swell even more. Then he pinned her to the bed, impaled by his rampant prick as it flooded her with more spunk than she could hold. Like it had run out of her mouth and down her body, it spurted out around his cock and ran down her buttocks onto the bed.

"For my beautiful baby," he grunted, as his cock spat even more into her.

At that precise moment, she knew what she had been made for. She had been made to do this.

Finally they were done. Unlike her sessions with Kit, neither of them was interested in going again and again. In this case, he rolled sideways, holding her and they rested. His cock pulled out of her and she sighed, a mixture of relief from being so stuffed, and regret that she couldn't have it in her. Both of them felt the wet spot their hips were lying on.

Two weeks later the parson came out and married Kit and Laurie to each other.

Kit and Laurie started going up into the tower with Martin to learn the trade. Laurie carried her first baby while she became expert at working the light, and reading weather signs. Kit developed skills of blacksmithing, and woodworking, learning how to make each piece of the machinery necessary for the light to work, except for the big lenses that had to be made by glass craftsmen.

Later, when Laurie was uncomfortable climbing the many steps, Kit and Martin alternated, working every other night. Only one bed was really needed. When Martin was working the light, Kit and his wife used the bed. When Kit was working, Laurie's bed ... and pussy were warmed by her Uncle.

Her first child was a girl, who looked so much like Kit that everyone could see it.

Her second was a strapping boy, with thick black hair and sturdy shoulders. He would be taller than his mother by the time he was twelve.

The other seven children?

Well, there are pictures. You can be the judge.

The End

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