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stretching me, filling me. The coarse hair on his legs suddenly noticeable. The cinnamon toothpaste one his breath. The sandalwood in his cologne. The fat, thick, perfect length of his hard dick spearing me. I cried. Tears that ran down where the others had already been. I was desperate and a little crazy but I waited. He saw it too. “Good, Fiona. You always were well behaved.”
    He thrust into me fast then and my body tensed up with a streak of fear and then an intense rush of warm yellow pleasure. I cried out but he cut it off by yanking the pearls a bit more this time. His body trapping me to the big mattress, his cock pinning me body and soul beneath him. I heard the howl of blood in my ears and the crickets screaming outside. I heard his breath like a freight train and the clock ticking, it sounded like two huge blocks being banged together. I saw colors and the air was thick like mist. My pussy seized up and I sobbed this time. The air almost gone but not quite, his dick almost as deep as I wanted but not quite. My heart not as broken as a few minutes before. All in the hazy blue light of night time.
    “Come for me, Fiona,” he said in my ear. He bit my lobe, pulled those pearls and drove into me hard. One hand wedged under me so that he tipped me just enough. I came again. An orgasm that was a long winding ethereal tail of the first. His orgasm nipped close at the heels of mine.
    He released my pearl leash, kissed me again. A gentle kiss. A rewarding kiss. Thunder rumbled and I jumped. Lightning cracked the sky, turning the heavens into a periwinkle veined blanket. He curled me to him, his softening cock still inside of me. “You sleep here, sweetheart. I know how you are about storms.”
    I didn't argue. Instead I let him unwind the pearls from my neck, tuck me close and then I fell asleep. Faster and sounder than I had in weeks.
    Saturday morning's light was dirty. The clear yellow air of late July was hushed by rain. I opened my eyes, confused for a moment. Then realizing I was in uncle's bed, I stretched until I groaned. No sound from the private bath, he had to be downstairs. I smelled rich hints of coffee on the air and something else I couldn't place. It was late, after eleven and I rolled my eyes. Why had he let me sleep so long?
    A quick shower and I tied my wet hair, still streaked from beach time before I came to visit, back in a French braid. Cut offs and my Rolling Stones tee seemed perfect for a lazy Saturday. Maybe we could catch a movie or hit the bakery for a coffee and croissant. My body loose and lazy and pleasantly sore, I headed down to the sitting room. Half way down the steps I heard the tinkling laughflirtatious amused female.
    I tensed. Then I threw back my shoulders and hustled down the stairs. Uncle Ed was a grown man, he could do what he wanted.
    I marched through the front room, blue flowered flip flops smacking out an irate beat as I went. “Good morning, Fiona,” Uncle Ed said as I passed, “You remember”
    I didn't let him finish, I kept going. For whatever reason tears had started in my eyes and my throat had apparently shrunk to the diameter of a drinking straw. How could he? How could he be with me and have me sleep there next to him all through the night, his warm breath on my face, his hands on the small of my back, making me feel safe from the storm and then...entertain some common slut in the front room on a Saturday morning. I mean, what kind of man was he?
    A man you want.
    I slammed the fridge shut, sloshing orange juice into a glass. I slugged it back like a shot of whiskey and almost wished it was. I didn't turn even when I felt him there in the hallway, watching me. “That wasn't very nice, Fiona.”
    “Sorry, thirsty,” I said, pouring myself another belt and knocking it back. Where was the tequila? Maybe that would make a refreshing morning beverage.
    “Fi.”
    “I don't want to meet whoever that is. I don't want her here. I wanted...” But I petered off,