"Steve, Jessi, and Charlie" (from "Behind Bars"

[CutiePie1997]

"Steve, Jessi, and Charlie"

A Chapter from the role play,
"Behind Bars"
a post apocalyptic tale of survival.

Note:
This chapter picks up from here
and this first post is a word-for-word copy
of Jessi's first post in the parent thread.​

Jessi did indeed hear the Harley climbing the road to the cabin, and she knew that it had to be her Uncle Steve. Barefoot, she hurried up the beaten clay earth path to the back deck and through the door open, smiling with delight at the sight of her last known living relative.

Steve stared at Jessica in what could only be termed as shock. Her excitement to see him had overwhelmed her sense of decency, but now she quickly pulled the open front of her semi-sheer blouse closed to hide her unbridled breasts.

"Sorry," she said with an embarrassed and quiet voice. "I ... I wasn't expecting you so early. I was going to go swimming."

What she meant, of course, was skinny dipping. It was only mid-April, of course, and the lake was colder than crap. But years ago, someone -- Uncle Steve maybe? -- had found a hot spring just a few feet out from the natural shoreline, and after building a semi-circular stone wall around it, the property now had it's own 12 foot radius hot tub that at this time of the year was a comfortable 102 degrees.

Steve asked with a tone as shocked as his expression, "My God, Jess, is that really you?!?!"

She laughed in delight and -- still with her hands hiding her bosom -- ran across the room to throw herself into him. Only after his arms were wrapped around her and her bosom was no longer so displayed did she wrap her arms around him, too, giving him the traditional bear hug squeeze and growl of happiness.

When she finally pulled her head back and looked up to him, giggling in joy, she announced with happiness before again engaging him in a hug, "I go by Jessi now."

 

[Homerun2611]

"Sorry," she said with an embarrassed and quiet voice. "I ... I wasn't expecting you so early. I was going to go swimming."

Steven had just blurted it out, "My God Jess, is that really you?!?!" As if there was a doubt who the stunning, barely clad girl was in his remote cabin. She only looked back in delight, laughing, no giggling, God how he had loved that giggle, how it made him melt, then, when it was Lilly, now when it was her daughter. Her delicate hands moved up to cover her firm, perfect breasts. How could he tell her he wished she hadn't, how could he explain how much he had missed those breasts, and how many nights he had awoken, body glistening with sweat, cock hard as steel, having dreamed of them, well not those, but a pair of others nearly identical.

He was a tempest of reactions, emotions and memories. Here she was, the woman who had first flamed his desires and the only one who ever captured his heart, and his body quaked to reclaim what he had lost, but here she also was, the real girl, the daughter, the treasure of his love, needing him to provide strength and support in this time of her need and despair.

Suddenly she was there, quite literally running across the room to hurl herself in his big strong arms, he held her tight enough to crush her, but with a tenderness and love that new exactly where to stop and let her just feel secure. Back then, the hug would have morphed, into groping and ripping as they needed to be naked and be one, but today, it stopped here, and this...was perfect.

Steven inhaled the young woman in his arms, so firm and tight where she should be, so soft and curvy where she also could be. "You have grown..." he whispered, in a statement that was ridiculously obvious. She smelled like her mother, was that genetic? Perhaps, everything else was. He loved that smell, and he just kept hold, squeezing, breathing enjoying. As the started to relax he leaned in, he had to, and kissed her on her forehead.

She was giggling again looking up as he looked down, only releasing the embrace a bit. "I go by Jessi now." He just stared down into bright, beautiful young eyes. He smiled, "I am still Uncle Steven, but I can just be Steven too." He couldn't let go, didn't want her to leave his arms, as if he was concerned, if she did, she might evaporate into the mid day air.

He couldn't stop himself, "You look just like your mother..." He was smiling, adoring, beaming looking into her face. "...that is a compliment, your mother was the most beautiful woman I have ever known personally..." He meant that, but had no intention of giving the definition of personally. "...that is, until perhaps now!" He pulled her into his arms for one more tight embrace and felt her reciprocate. This was a time of loneliness and abandonment, but somehow in the fires of hell, he had just been given an incredible gift, and he was not going to take it for granted.

"Swimming?" Suddenly the fact that he had another woman's scent plastered all over his junk and much of his chest and abdomen, seemed horribly wrong. An odd thought when first reacquainting yourself with your long lost niece. "The spring is still running hot?" How had he forgotten how beautiful this place was, why again had he left...oh yes, purpose! He had intended to grab her and quickly head back, those thoughts flew out the window, they would stay here a bit, at least the night. "A swim sounds good, but...I'll have to see if I have trunks, or..." Well he wasn't sure what or might be?

Then a solemness went across his face. he was still holding her, but he let his hands fall away and just stood close. "Your father, where is he? How badly did he suffer?" He would learn she had bundled him in a sheet, and put him in the meat locker. It would protect the body from decay, at least for a day until he got there.

She explained that he requested a pyre, one that would float to see. It was very practical and yet so like him. "Like game of thrones....yes, I can see your father requesting exactly that? I can build that, no problem." Despite the sadness of the topic a smile crept across Steven's lips, "Can you still shoot a bow and arrow?" Many years ago he had taught her, kneeling behind her, pulling the string taught, controlling her breath, and then releasing over and over until eventually she almost never missed the most center ring of the target. Later they had hunted wild game, even as a little girl she was fearless and special.

"How are the trout?" He was hungry, and would catch them lunch, either before or after they took a swim. "After we eat and swim, I will build the pyre, I think we should let him go at sunset, I think he'd like that, okay?"

Finally he reached out and cradled her cheek to look once more in her eyes. "I am really sorry Jessi, I loved your father too, but I am so glad you called, and I am so glad I am here....so, so glad!"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"You have grown..." Steven whispered as the embrace continued.

Jessi blushed and was glad that her uncle could not see her face. He meant up, of course; grown up, not ... well, what was the best word ... curvy? Both were true, obviously: she'd put on more than a foot in height in the years since they'd last seen one another, while also growing up and out into a first class figure that measured 34B-24-36.

She knew she looked good as boys and men had been telling her so all her life. Well, not so much anymore, as she and her father had, year after year, become more and more isolated from society, particularly with Covid-19 and then the Red Flu.

She'd never really understood all the fuss, though. It was probably because she didn't live a normal teenage girl's life. She'd been home schooled by her parents, mom first and later her dad. Of course, Uncle Steven had taught her a lot before the Navy took him away. And she'd never hung out at the malls or -- duh! -- gone to parties at boys' homes while their parents were away and such.

The frame of reference for just how good she looked just wasn't there. Yeah, sure, she was pretty. But did it really matter? Jessi was Jessi, and that was just how it was.

"You look just like your mother..." Steven told her, adding, "...that is a compliment, your mother was the most beautiful woman I have ever known personally ... that is, until perhaps now!"

Jessi giggled and squeezed Steven again, saying with a touch of embarrassment, "Thanks, Uncle Steve."

His use of the word personally had no impact on Jessi, at least not at this moment. It had been long, long ago that hints as just how personally Steven had known his sister had caused Jessi some distressful moments. But it had been a long time since she'd had any thoughts on that subject, and memory of it had been pushed to the back of her mind in favor of better ones.

"Swimming? The spring is still running hot?"

She got excited, looking up into her uncle's eyes. "Oh it's wonderful this time of the year. The air isn't so cold that you freeze to death when you emerge to come back to the cabin."

She could have mentioned that she usually made the trip both down to and back from the water naked, but Jessi kept that to herself for now. She wore the clothes on her now simply because she knew that at some point today her uncle would be showing up, and Jessi hadn't wanted to be caught running around the property as Mother Nature had produced her those 18 years earlier.

"A swim sounds good, but...I'll have to see if I have trunks, or..."

"Dad has some, in the top drawer of--"

That was all the farther Jessi got before the memory of her father cut off the words.

"Your father, where is he? How badly did he suffer?"

"He didn't," Jessi said softly but without hesitation. She pressed one side of her face against Steven's muscular chest and explained, "He didn't want me to see him that way, so ... he ... we dealt with it."

She didn't want to explain about how she'd laid with him in his bed, feeling his arms around her for the last time, as a handful of sleeping tablets dissolved in his belly and spread through his blood stream to his brain, ending it quietly and peacefully. If Steven asked, Jessi would be honest. She hoped he wouldn't.

They talked about the funeral her father had wanted, and she clarified that he'd wanted the pyre to be on the South Ridge, so that his spirit could look down upon the lake for all the years to come. "He wouldn't want to foul the water, of course."

"After we eat and swim, I will build the pyre, I think we should let him go at sunset, I think he'd like that, okay?"

"Yes, thank you, Uncle Steve," Jessi said, standing on her tippy toes to his him on the cheek. The movement of their bodies against one another caused her to feel the growth of his cock against her belly. She didn't think much about it at this moment, but it would likely come back to her at another time: despite living as a semi-hermit, Jessi knew what a man's erection was and what it was for as well. "We should go to the spring. It'll be fun. I'll get you a pair of dad's shorts."

She casually wrapped her arms across her bosom again as she pulled away from Steven, smiling in embarrassment. She knew men had an interest in women's bosoms, just as women -- even she -- had an interest in men's ... well ... those down there. She turned and hurried to the cabin's only other room, dug through her father's drawers, and pulled out one of his only two pair of swimming trunks.

She also buttoned up her blouse, thinking that that would be enough to declare modesty. Jessi's father had never expressed in her a need to hide her body from him. He was her father, of course, and he'd seen her naked again and again during her infancy, her later youth, and even into her teens when they would skinny dip in the lake or spring together.

That, of course, was how she knew about a man's manhood.

He had, however, expressed in her a need to not be so free with her body in regards to other people. She understood what men wanted from her, even if she rarely if ever saw one and -- most notably -- had never been with one. Jessi's father had given her the whole spiel of the birds and the bees before she'd begun her period, so that she wouldn't be frightened about it once the bleeding had come.

He'd also explained about sexual interaction between two individuals, not being too overly explicit yet still answering any questions Jessi had put to him. The impetus for that conversation had been a rather embarrassing event: she'd caught her father stroking his manhood, and he'd felt it important to explain what and why he was doing it. He'd been very honest, open, and caring about such things that he knew would be part of his daughter's life in the future.

She, of course, had discovered self pleasuring herself, and while she was pretty sure that her father had known, that at least hadn't been a topic of conversation between them. Even though he had explained that one day in the future she would likely meet a man for whom she would develop feelings and with whom she would finally explore what he called the wonders of sex, it hadn't happened yet and -- to be honest -- Jessi hadn't really been in a hurry to have it happen at all. She was perfectly fine slipping down into the hot spring on occasion and reaching on her own that state of euphoria her father had tried to explain with fatherly words.

Jessi emerged from the other room, no longer hiding her wonderful tits. She offered the suit to Steven, saying, "These'll fit. Grab a couple of cold Cokes from the fridge and anything to eat if you need it, and I'll meet you at the spring."

She smiled, chuckled, hugged her uncle again, and said with joy, "I'm so happy you're here!"

Jessi ran off again, out the door and down the path, almost dancing her way to the lake. At the spring's edge, she shed her blouse and bottoms and stepped down into the warm water.

It was going to be a perfect day.

 

[Homerun2611]

Steven couldn't wait to get back in the lake. It was the medium sized, almost completely isolated clear blue lake that had drawn him here, the fact that there was a perfect small, flat top hill, only about 30 years up a 20 degree rise had just made it all the better. It had been early October when he had purchased the plot of land in a foreclosure auction, 5 acres, most of it inhabitable, but 50 yards of lakefront. He had been the only bidder, thank God, there had been $45,000 of unpaid taxes and he purchased it for $ 65,000.

He used October, while living in a tent to build the first, 30 x 40, single room himself and put a roof over it, today that room provided the seating area, complete with stone fireplace and the kitchen. When Spring came around he built out a master bedroom, bathroom, a screened in porch, and the deck that led down to the lake. It was March before he ventured into the near frigid water, only to realize there was a clear current of warmth running through the water. He had found the source of the hot spring and my building a stoned enclosure, that rose up to just a bit over the water's natural level at high tide, he had created a natural hot tub.

There was nothing like jumping into the nearly always cold, or in the heat of summer, cool waters, taking a nearly breathtaking swim and then going into the hot waters. "I can't wait, is the lake still just ours or have others migrated here during the pandemic?" The lake was life giving, naturally stocked, to fill your bucket with trout, steelhead, perch, or salmon. As he had remarked she was not the gawky 12 year old who had been his buddy, so he asked. "I hope all this ...." He moved his hands in an hourglass motion, winking, "...hasn't taken all the sass and toughness away. I hope I haven't lost my Katniss?"

Steven was of course referring to the feature character in the Suzanne Collins Hunger Games series. They had played that Jessi was Katniss and Steven was Gale, absent the romantic overtones. Although today he probably was closer to Haymitch than Gale, but maybe she could help him regenerate himself. They had read the series together, he loved the Katniss character, her toughness, her resourcefulness, yet her heart, and after her mother's death, he had felt she was a nice role model for his beautiful but naturally adventurous young niece. It was then he taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow at near marksman aptitude, how to build fires from flint and sticks, build snare traps, kill snared game humanly, and skin them for cooking. The learned how to fish, but she learned like a hunter, setting multiple lines, the fish catching themselves, preserving a large haul in natural water for eating a few fish at a time. He had been very proud of Jessi as she paid attention to everything and was a quick learner. If the world's stores shut down, Jessi could survive, He wondered if that girl was still inside as he hoped?

It had been important to her mother and Steven tried to stay true, to give Jessi the right types of role models. Strong women, independent and courageous, ones who weren't defined by society but by their own heart and dreams. He had given her the Katniss series, the Little House on the Prairie stories of Laura Ingals Wilder, books on Florence Nightingale, even Mata Hari. A woman should not be afraid of her sexuality, but she should decide for herself how she wants to use it and make no apologies. Just as her mother hadn't, the day she had initiated the transition in their relationship from simple siblings to lovers.

He had asked about his friend, her father, his lover's husband, his brother-in-law, "He didn't...He didn't want me to see him that way, so ... he ... we dealt with it." She didn't need to say more, and he didn't need to know. Part of her lessons had been the importance of death with dignity, animals deserved it, humans the same. She had learned to kill quickly and without as much suffering as possible, in her father's situation he would have wanted the same, and was happy his friend had avoided the cruel suffering many people went through as relatives did not have the guts to say goodbye. "I am glad, and I am proud of you for having that courage, but I would have expected no less of my Katniss!" He smiled, the pet name would probably not last, it was up to her, but it seemed right in the moment, the Suzanne Collins' character would have done the same. He again pulled her into his arms, letting her feel his pride in her courage and strength and his total support. She felt so good in his arms, so perfect, he did not want to let go...ever!

He took the trunks, "They are a little baggy..." he smiled. He probably had one of his seal speedos or lycra shorts somewhere, but these would do for now. They were built more for laying around, and he was guessing his brother in law had not been in quite the same type of shape he was, but he never had been. He used to tease Steven, "It has taken Lily some time to enjoy some marbling in her beef..." To which Lily would run her hands over Steven's chest, "Yes, but I appreciated that there are times you allow me my protein fix!" He had allowed Steven's sister, his wife, to have a polyamorous relationship, truly in love with two men, and they with her, they had all trusted each other. There were even nights where they shared her, and it was all good, loving, and amazing!

When she died that cried together and both vowed that Jessi would grow up in the way Lily would have hoped, they had shared one amazing woman and vowed to share her daughter, in any way they could to make her life as good as possible. In his absence Steven felt guilty for not completely living up to that, but he would make it up, somehow. He silently promised that later that night as we set the pyre aflame.

Her hug and the kiss on the cheek made him warm from head to toe. He couldn't wait to spend the day, a life together. At her suggestion he went to the fridge and grabbed the cokes. He smiled, they had bottles in there, old school and the best way to consume the deliciously bad for you beverage. It was okay to have vices, Steven had many, you just had to control them. "Nope, I want to see if you can still set a trap, I am in the mood for a nice rabbit lunch, if you catch him, I'll kill and grill it, some hash browns...mushrooms....sound good? I'll even let you cheat and shoot him, but bow and arrow only? I gotta make sure you haven't gone soft..." He looked up and down the delicious curves, "...well you know what I mean?" He blushed, honestly blushed!

Steven went to the fridge as Jessi skipped away. He went out on the deck just in time to see her slip off her blouse and bend over to peel off her panties. He watched, oh God he watched, and could not help but let out a moan as she revealed her incredible backside. Old feelings flickered white hot...but were they old, or new, right or wrong? He had to admire but admire only, right? She was neck deep in the spring by the time he got down, his cock had gone hard at her unveiling and moving toward her did not help reduce it much, despite the cool air.

He could only hope the baggy trunks disquised the natural biological reaction. The lake water outside of the spring was probably 48 or 50 degrees, darn cold, he loved it. He waded in waist deep, and felt his cock shrink, thank God! He looked over and saw Jessi staring. "Uh, no....the spring is the reward, race you out to the sand bar and back, I'll even give you a head start?" The sand bar was about 200 yards out, a nice healthy swim there and back and about all you could do in water this cold before some hypothermia would set in absent wet suits. He liked how her eyes flashed at the challenge, but the sight of her body climbing up and over the rocky wall of the hot tub was breathtaking...she knew he watched every move, he could not let his eyes move away, he didn't want to. Jesus, she was glorious and the effect of the wet and air on her nipples made her young breasts even perkier and more luscious....

They had never been a family that was ashamed of the human body, while not nudists they were pretty natural, and so the fact she was naked, albeit spectacular, was not entirely surprising...he watched her gracefully dive in and head in his direction. He was still waist deep, he reached down and splashed the water up over his chest to get it ready, the water and sunlight glistening over his muscles. She was next to him in a flash, he waited until they were even..."Ready?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"...is the lake still just ours or have others migrated here during the pandemic?"

"There's no one here," Jessi answered. "Dad blocked the road about three miles down with cut brush just after things went haywire, right at that gully and intersection where I crashed my bicycle that one year, remember? Made it look like the intersection wasn't an intersection; made it look like the road just went on down the valley."

Steven would have had to remove some of the brush when he got to it this morning. Jessi went on, "I haven't seen anyone up here for months, short'a dad, of course."

When he spoke of Katniss, Jessi's reaction was at best apathetic. The Hunger Games fun in their life had been fun indeed, but Steven had been gone off doing whatever it was he was doing before the last movies had come out. Short of having Uncle Steve there to watch them with her -- and the fact that she hadn't like the way the story had ended -- Jessi had lost her interest in not just the tale but the Katniss character, too.

She wasn't going to tell him that unless he asked, of course, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Still, everything Steve had taught her during that time was part of her current life, and that would never change.

When he spoke of hunting rabbit for dinner, Jessi laughed, opened the fridge, and showed him two freshly slaughtered carcasses. "Rabbit, squirrel. Big one. Female. And I have some fresh fiddlehead fern shoots 'cause, I know, a growing girl needs her vegies."



When Steven challenged her to a race out to the sand bar, Jessi was more than up to it. With little concern that her uncle would see her naked body, she rose out of the warm spring -- revealing a natural but not overly bushy bush in her crotch-- sat her bared buttocks on the flat, mossy rocks of the wall, threw her legs over, and slid off into the cold water high enough to again hide her bosom, an expected gasp of shock coming from her.

"Ready?"

"I do this every day, Unc'," she said as she shot forward into the lake. "Let's go!"

She'd become a better swimmer over the years, able to swim the full width of the lake and back during the warmer season, and her performance in the race didn't surprised her. Arriving at their destination, Jessi used the surface water to slick her hair back from her face, rolled to her back, and scooted up along the shallow sandy bottom until it was shallow enough for her to lay there and just stare up into the blue sky with its puffy clouds.

Her firm breasts with their now generously swollen nipples bobbed about the surface with her gentle movements, sometimes visible, sometimes not. Jessi wasn't concerned that Steven could see them. Her father had seen them often before his illness and death as she had swum in only her bottoms on a regular basis, if she wore even that much.

"Do we have to leave here?" she asked out of the blue. She studied a cloud that looked like a bunny, continuing, "We have everything we need here. Why do we have to go to that ... that place?"

 

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Steven could tell the Katniss memory had been met with less than enthusiasm, he had hoped it brought back the same pleasant memories he had, but he would need to get to know her. He also knew better than anyone, you can't roll back time, you must move forward. He smiled at the wild game cooling in the fridge, "Well, good, and I can assume it is yours?" He asked with both curiosity and pride. "Okay, I will cook it up when we get back."

In the water, Jessi looked even sexier as the water ran off her body, and even though it was still April, the sun was still capable of burning and Jessi did not show a hint of a tan line. Steven could not deny that that prospect pleased him. The good thing was, his enjoyment of her body did not appear reciprocated by Jessi, as she did not as openly admire his bare upper body as he had hers. Of course this made sense, he was literally old enough to be her father, and he was her uncle, why should she find him attractive. It was somehow comforting that she didn't or otherwise she might be hard to resist no matter how much he might wish to.

Steven was still an excellent swimmer, but Jessi made it clear, she was not intimidated, nor shoud she have been. Announcing the race had begun, "Let's go!" She was off with the speed, grace and sensuality of a young mermaid. Trailing his niece had an unintended perk, although he tried not to acknowledge it. That being the view of her perfect young bottum and the view of the water flowing back between her spread, kicking legs. He had given her a five second head start, but despite swimming his hardest she still out touched him.

"Okay, last time I give you a handicap, heck it won't be long before I will need one from you, I bet, but..." And he somehow needed to make this point clear, "I am not an old man yet, I promise your uncle can still teach you a few things!" It was more pride than seduction, but it could have been interpreted either way.

Steven moved up beside her, he loved laying out on this bar, even more at night in the summer where the view of the stars was unlike any other. He reached out his arm, and pulled Jessi closer, "There, now that feels right, I've really missed you, I...I'm sorry I should have been around more I just got caught up in my work."

That was tough, the truth was he wasn't sure he was ready to see them, the recovery process had been long and hard, but he thought he was getting there, and if her father hadn't gotten sick he would have been out her in the next month or so anyhow. Of course that was easier said now... he just hoped she would let him back in.

He pulled her up to rest on her shoulder, which brought her upper body out of the water, but he wasn't really looking, but he did have his arm around her, his hand resting around and softly caressing her hip.

He thought about her question, smiled as she said "We". "Let's just take it slow today and enjoy our day together and honor your father. I'd like to do a campfire tonight, is my old guitar still in the bedroom? ... I love it here too, but Jessi, I have been out and seen the country around here, there are militant groups growing up and they are going to make their own rules. If they find out this place exists, they will want it, and it won't matter how good I or we are, it is hard to hold off a small, weaponized army, particularly if they are desperate enough...I also have people..."

Here he was really only thinking of Charlie, but he had made her a promise and he did not want to break it. "...they need my help, and we could use some friends. I don't know, maybe we can steal away at times and spend some time here just us." He pulled her close hugging her, feeling her body press against his. "I will be honest though, the idea of just you and I, that sounds really, really nice...really!"

They talked a few moment more, but they should get back. "Okay, this time we race even...and when we get there, I'll get the cokes from the cooler and meet you in the hot tub!...READY...GO!!!" This time they were neck and neck the whole way...

 

[CutiePie1997]

"I am not an old man yet," Steven said about getting beat to the sand bar, whether it was a legitimate win for Jessi or not. "I promise, your uncle can still teach you a few things!"

What with her being naked and him being in a pair of swim trunks that -- off and on -- would show the shape and condition of his cock, one might have expected Jessi to believe her uncle was being sexually suggestive. But she didn't: she didn't even imagine that he was having intimate thoughts about her, and -- to be honest -- Jessi was very naive about all-things-sexual. She'd been able to so easily strip at the lake's edge and then allow her womanly curves to come within Steven's view because she didn't imagine for a moment that doing so would cause him any ... excitement.

She was, after all, his flesh and blood.

The race back was more of an even match, and while Steven went up to the cabin for more soft drinks, Jessi let her body warm up in the spring. When he returned, they talked about family and about her years with her father, both down in the suburbs and then up here. She asked Steven about his time away, prefacing it with, "Dad said some of it was ... horrifying, was his word, so, you don't have to tell me anything."

Waggling an extended finger toward his torso, Jessi said, "I saw the scars, of course. Dad said to expect them. I'm sorry that happened to you, Uncle. Really."

It was getting warmer outside, and Jessi found herself beginning to get a bit toasty in the hot spring. She moved to an underwater rock and sat on it, putting her bosom on full display. She continued talking about this and that and the other thing, and as she did she couldn't help but notice that her uncle's eyes repeatedly dropped to take in the view of her orbs.

Naive as she was, Jessi wasn't ignorant as well. She knew about sex and she knew about men, even though -- honestly -- she had never thought of her father as a man nor did she think of Steven as a man now either. She asked innocently, "Should I get back down in the water again, Uncle Steve? I mean, I know that some people would frown upon this. I don't mind if you want me to hide myself better."

 

[Homerun2611]

As his hand touched the circular stone alcove of the natural hot tub, Steven didn't think he had lost, but he was pretty sure he hadn't won either. He popped up, shaking the lake water from his thick hair, "Damn girl, you are good!" He would not say more, he wasn't one to gush, but that was a sincere compliment of the capability of a very good athlete from another. Steven was in outstanding shape, with years of little else to do, working out, sweating hard, and pushing his body to the max had been his salvation. He had half considered doing the Iron Man triathlon in Hawaii. If you just took his personal bests in each of the three events, the 2.4 mile swim, the 112 mile bike ride and the full marathon he would blow away the field. That was to be expected, however, even if you took 20% or so from each, since you had to do them consecutively and that was what he anticipated his pacing would require, he would still be top 10. He had considered it, but ultimately passed, just too many damned people!

No matter the finish, he was smiling, moving felt good, competing felt good, and being back with Jessi felt especially good, maybe too good? Climbing up and over the rocks he sat on the edge of the pool dangling his feet in the warm waters bubbling up from the spring. He felt just a little burn following the swim spring and he looked over to see Jessi's young chest, heaving in and out as well, her nipples perfectly pebbled as they reacted to the early afternoon air. "That was fun, maybe have to do that again in the morning, or even later today.?" Her grin suggested she enjoyed it too.

But then it happened again, a certain look made him remember her mother. How often he had seen her topless, and more often how that ended, whether it be one of their beds, the couch, the floor, or even a table top! He had obviously let his eyes scan too long, or the look on his face reflected taboo reflections as she looked at him, and brought him back to harsh reality, "Should I get back down in the water again, Uncle Steve? I mean, I know that some people would frown upon this. I don't mind if you want me to hide myself better."

SHIT!!!! God, he hadn't been, had he? Staring, worse yet, leering, he looked down and away, suddenly, incredibly ashamed. "Jessi, was I...I'm so sorry!" He still hadn't looked up, what was he going to say, "I was remembering how incredible it was fucking your mother!" No, but she deserved some sort of explanation. He knew Jessi and her father had an open and candid relationship, he wondered how candid, at least where it came to him? But he assumed, not THAT candid.

Slowly he brought his eyes up, making sure that once they locked in on Jessi's they did not go down again. "I know that you and your father have a very open relationship, and I think you know that your mother and I were raised the same way, there was never any shame in the human body and I don't want there to be."

He took a breath, "The scars as you know were from torture, and those scars leave deeper marks than just those of the flesh. Since then, I have not been able to recapture that freedom I once had, but I would like to. For a long time I was ashamed of what those scars were, how they made me feel, but I am trying not to be...Can I ask you a question? Have you been...intimate with a man...completely intimate?"

He couldn't nelp it, he knew he was had, apparently he had been enjoying Jessi's breasts more than he thought. "Some things are biology, don't let it bother you and don't feel awkward. You have the types of looks that make a man hard, he can't help it, it just does. Your mother did too...She used to laugh at how often I had a hard on...it is just my body...but a good man doesn't act on it, unless there is a connection and then it is incredible, but it is what it is." He wouldn't say more, he wouldn't say what Lily did to make him even harder and then what she did to enjoy it, but he wanted to be free around Jessi, but knowing him, and seeing her, hard ons were going to happen, he might as well be honest. "That same things will happen or have happened to you, I'm sure...you won't be able to control what makes your body aroused, you can only control what you do about it, but arousal tells you your alive and is sort of nature's way of complimenting the other..." He laughed, "or the same sex!"

He waited to see if she had anything else to ask, he hoped they could stay free, and that she wouldn't cover, she was gorgeous, he was a man, and in his own way gorgeous himself, at least to some, maybe not her, but it was, what it was. He slid down in the water, and let the natural spring work its miracles on his aching muscles. He had a crick in his neck, normally he might have asked Jessi to massage it out, but given the last talk, it was bad timing.

 

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"Jessi, was I..." Steven began to ask about taking glances at her bared bosom. "I'm so sorry!"

She wanted to tell him that it was okay. But, was it? He was her uncle, her mother's brother. Should he have been looking at her tits? Jessi's father had often seen her topless, from her single digit age days when she still looked like a stick of a boy running around the property in her cutoff jeans and boots, all the way up to just days ago after she'd long ago very much developed into a beautiful, curvy woman.

It had been no big deal, her father seeing her that way. He was her father, after all: what harm was there? As Steven would say in just a bit, her parents had raised her not to see nudity and private display amongst family members as anything in which to feel shame.

But Jessi's father had also raised her to understand that you didn't go running around with strangers with your boobs hanging out for just any old sod to see.

So, where was that line drawn? Steve was her uncle, practically a second father. But, with regards to her freedom of physical expression, was he just another sod? Jessi hadn't really considered the situation until now, until she noticed Steve's gaze fixing on her young, shapely bosom several times during their discussion.

"I know that you and your father have a very open relationship," he went on, "and I think you know that your mother and I were raised the same way, there was never any shame in the human body and I don't want there to be."

Steve's comment about his and his sister Lily's upbringing caused a bell to go off deep in the recesses of her mind. Jessi hadn't thought about it in years, but once upon a time -- when her mother was still alive -- she and her parents had had a very frank conversation about all things sexual. It was a series of conversations prompted by the very early arrival of her period at just 10, and one of them had included the very frank and personal admission that once upon a time, Lily's mother had been lovers with none other than Uncle Steven, her own brother.

Jessi hadn't fully understood what it all meant then; she was a smart and knowledgeable girl, but she was still so young. Even now, as Steve spoke of the openness the three adults had had with one another, her brain was still telling her No, you're misremembering this. They hadn't been lovers; they'd simply been in love, like family members are supposed to be.

As her brain was fighting with itself over whether this particular memory was accurate, Steve suddenly hit Jessi with a blunt question, "Have you been...intimate with a man...completely intimate?"

"Sex, you mean," she answered without any apparent embarrassment on the subject. "No. Not yet. Father said I would meet the perfect man one day."

He spoke about how she had the types of looks that make a man hard, and to that she smiled and giggled. Steven couldn't know that Jessi and her father had had this very same discussion a few years ago, shortly after she'd fully developed into the beauty she was now. He'd suffered a few erections, too, often as he watched his daughter playing about the property, pool, or pond in just her bikini bottoms ... if that. He'd explained it then, too, and Jessi had accepted it with a shrug of the shoulders and a "That's okay daddy, I understand.

When Steven made the joke that she might excite women as well as men, she asked quickly, "Really? Girls can like other girls?"

Jessi had no experience with the concept of lesbian love making. She'd never been exposed to such via the internet or television or erotic books, none of which had ever been present on the cabin property by her parents' decision. And on the once-a-month -- if that often -- visits to the nearest town for supplies, she'd never seen two females engaged in any sort of intimate situation.

Steve answered in whatever way he wished, leaving Jessi to contemplate on this new and incredible information while her uncle slid down into the water to soak his cricked neck. Jessi studied the man in silent for a long time, trying to recall that uncertain memory while also letting other thoughts rush around in her mind.

Finally, as a wide smile spread her lips, Jessi asked suddenly, boldly, and bluntly, "Would you let me see your penis, Uncle Steve?"

She noted his reaction and laughed, explaining, "I only ever saw one man's penis in all my life, daddy's. I was just wondering, you know ... whether they all look the same."

 

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Steven was surprised how happy he was to hear Jessi's response, "Sex, you mean...No. Not yet. Father said I would meet the perfect man one day." He could not help but smile, her father, Michael Cooper, "Coop" as he had been to Steven since they had played pee wee football together, Steven the quarterback and Coop his favorite wide receiver, they had formed a bond at 8 that took an unexpected twist, but all for the positive in their early 20's. However that sounded like him, "That sounds like Coop..." He smiled, "Your Daddy was a very smart and good man, and I know he was right. You will find the right man, one who treasures you for all you are and one that you want to share yourself with."

Steven found he was walking this fine line between fatherly care, and manly desire, Jessi made him want to wrap his arms around her and protect from the world's evils, but she also ignited long dormant flames, flames that had previously been the sole domain of her mother. He felt a need to extend a warning as he did not want to allow anyone to take advantage of her natural openness and innocence. "Jessi when and if we go back to the ..." He did not want to say prison, and searched for the right word...poorly.. "...farm, there will be many men who will try to be the first, and some might be forceful, please be careful, and rely on me. Charlie, who you will meet is doing everything she can to make sure that all... uh...sex is consensual, but well...just be careful when you're not with me. You'll be fine, you're smart, but you will need to get used to it."

Should he even be considering taking her there? He knew there were real dangers, but there was also support, and here, he knew all too well, eventually evil would come knocking on their door. This time as he looked at her, she should see all the caring and love, he so wanted to protect this sweet and special girl.

He laughed, not at her, but with her, at her response to same sex attraction. "Well, girls and girls, and there is also boys and boys." If they were going to be honest with each other, he wouldn't hold back. "There are many women who enjoy both the touch of a woman and that of a man, we offer different things, bisexuality is fairly common. Jessi, I won't have secrets from you, you can ask me anything. I have never been directly with a man, not really in any way, but I have shared a woman with a man, she pleasured us both, and we pleasured her." He did not add that, that woman was her mother, and the other man her father. He well remembered as she knelt before them, a cock in each hand, pumping one while fellating the other, only to switch back and forth. That had led to intense double penetration with the two men separated by only the thinnest of membranes, which gave Steven unique insight into Jessi's later question. "I truly don't have any rules as to what is right and wrong in the physical enjoyment between people, as long as it is consensual and all parties are getting the pleasure they seek."

He could tell her mind was whirring and he let her progress at her own pace, but the follow up was quite out of the blue. She had the cutest smile, and whatever she was going to say, he was sure the answer would be yes, but... "Would you let me see your penis, Uncle Steve? ... I only ever saw one man's penis in all my life, daddy's. I was just wondering, you know ... whether they all look the same." Hmmm, well of course he knew the answer, and he was unusually familiar with the penis she referenced, even in its most erect and aroused state.

As he looked at her, he couldn't help but smile at the sweet innocence of the question, and he was sure he was blushing. Slowly he stepped up on the bench of the hot tub so that the water crested mid thigh. "Are you sure... I mean I will but... Jessi, please don't ask other men this question unless you intend to do more than look." Unfortunately, there was no way to avoid the eroticism of the question, nor their recent conversation so not unlike a proud male peacock, his penis felt it necessary to fully plume for the occasion of its unveiling.

By the time he rose from the water, he was nearly, fully erect, and so as he rose from the water, he was testing the tensil strength of her father's swim trunks. He slipped his finger inside the waistline of his shorts and began to slowly slide them down. He was doing his best to stay clinical in the "show and tell" he was conducting. "No, they all don't look the same, some are circumsized, like your father and mine, some are not and the foreskin peels back as the penis hardens."

He moved the trunks ever lower, "They also range in size, about 90% of men are 4.5 to 6 inches, when fully aroused." He waited to see if there was any reaction, but the belief that most men walked around with porn star cocks was just sadly misinformed. "Your father was about 6 inches, I believe. Some are smaller than that, as small as a couple of inches, but they can still arouse a female if used correctly. Mine is...." He slipped it down past his cock which sprung up and out like a jack in the box, " ...roughly 8 inches." He let her eyes feast on his phallus, and could not help but stand proudly at the introduction of his cock.

"It is often a matter of personal taste and the woman herself as to which type of cock most pleases her, and all, if used properly should get the job done." Here Steven was being modest, as he had been with many women, and the overwhelming reviews on the magnificence of his tool were stellar. However, he was a bit afraid that the pure size of it, might me frightening to Jessi as only her second cock.

"You will generally hear men and women refer to it as a cock, dick or prick in slang, but those are just words, sometimes used in the course of fun." He let her take it in, not sure what she was thinking. "Do you have any questions sweetheart?" He said as the one eyed cobra lurched out at her wantonly. "You may touch it if you'd like, if you are curious, mine doesn't bite?" He tried to make a joke to relieve some of the awkwardness he was otherwise feeling as he exposed himself to his beautiful, young niece....

 

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Jessi understood her uncle's warnings about the men at the prison, what -- for his benefit -- he now referred to as the farm. Her father had warned her about men and their motivations and inclinations often but did so also without making her fear them or think them monsters. "It's human nature for a male of the species to wish to have sex with, particularly intercourse with, the female of the species. There's nothing wrong about it or scary about it, so long as you want it to happen and are safe.

She couldn't help but smile, thinking Jeez, these two men are the SAME man, I think.

When Steven let his penis pop out of her father's swimming trunks, Jessi's eyes bulged. It was only the second cock she'd ever seen in all her life, and -- compared to her father's -- it was huge! The two extra inches weren't even the most surprising part: it's girth and large head and meandering blood vessels simply made it look ... look ... unbelievable.

Then, after more of his clinical description, her uncle said, "You may touch it if you'd like, if you are curious, mine doesn't bite?"

Jessi couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, saying quickly, "No! I mean ... no ... but, thank you for considering it, Uncle Steve."

She wanted so desperately to touch it, to see if it was as hard as it looked, to ... to whatever: she was curious. But she only said, "I just wanted to see it Uncle. Thanks."

She found herself unable to look away from Steve's cock, and with her heart unexpected pounding like a jack hammer, she suddenly pushed her way through the very short distance from the pool's outer edge to the inner one, stood, and departed the pool as she said, "I'm gonna head in and get the fire hot to make dinner."

She rose out of the water -- naked of course -- gathered her clothes in her arms, and hurried away to the cabin.

 

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Of course he shouldn't have, but he could not help but enjoy the way her eyes appeared to feast on his cock. He made no apologies for how achingly hard it was, for he had already explained, it was biology, and could not be helped. But he was a bit disappointed with her reply to his offer, "No! I mean ... no ... but, thank you for considering it, Uncle Steve."

It was not as if he often, or actually ever, offered a woman the chance to touch his hard cock, and for most of his adult life, it had been more a matter of which woman he would allow that opportunity. So, he was a bit, admonished, for his offer, believe it or not, had not been sexual. He was trying to be a mentor, let her learn some of life lessons and experiences, in a risk free environment. For other than him, should she next touch a hard cock, said cock would expect, if not demand stimulation and reward as would its owner!

After she then left abruptly, Steven pondered what she had said, "I just wanted to see it Uncle. Thanks." Had it startled or frightened her, or worse, had he? She was quick in her departure, remaining naked but heading inside to begin dinner prep. He needed to do something, but what?

He left the wet swim trunks drying outside and entered the house still naked, and unfortunately still hard. "Jessi" He called her name, her back to him as she faced the counter. "I hope I didn't scare or bother you...you are headed to a new world, and I thought, you might want to take this time to learn some things and answer questions you might have where it is safe and you are only with me. When I was your age, I had questions too, and I was fortunate enough to have someone I loved who made me know it was okay to be curious."

He said no more and headed into the bedroom to rummage through Coop's clothes. Jessi had seemed to be okay with his wearing some of her Father's stuff, and Steven had not packed as he had not expected to stay. He found a pair of Navy gym shorts, they had actually been a gift from Steven to her father, and that seemed perfect. He grabbed a t-shirt but he would not put that on until after he cooked dinner as cooking the rabbit on the spit he would likely get quite sweaty.

The fire was already crackling when he came out, but at first he didn't see Jessi...

 

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"I hope I didn't scare or bother you..." Steven said when he followed Jessi into the cabin. "You are headed to a new world..."

She listened to all he had to say, of course: Uncle Steve had always been a fountain of great knowledge, just as had her father and her mother before her untimely death from cancer.

Jessi was appreciative of all he had to say, but peeking back at him standing there -- with his hard cock pointing almost directly at her -- all she could think of was of how inappropriate some of the thoughts going through her head right now were.

When he emerged from the bedroom again, this time with his cock out of sight, Jessi asked, "You mean my mother, right?"

When it was obvious that her out of context question confused Steven, she clarified, "You said that when you were my age, you were fortunate enough to have someone you loved ... someone with whom you could be curious."

She gave Steven a moment to catch up to her thinking, then went on, "That someone with whom you could be curious ... it was my mother ... your sister."

Jessi stopped short of asking her uncle if he'd been sexually curious with her mother, his sister. In the back of her mind, she still had little snippets of the long-ago conversation with her parents about how her mother had been close to her brother in ways siblings weren't typically to be.

 

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If there had been any blood left, hardening his cock, it drained now. The question had probably been inevitable, hell he had given way to many clues, as if he wanted Jessi to know. Perhaps he did, somewhere in some part of his mind and or soul. He had never been ashamed of it, it had been too beautiful, to perfect, the only real perfection in his otherwise very imperfect existence. Again, perhaps until now, but that story, if there were to be a story, was still unwritten.

He listened, and listened more as she clarified that exactly what she was asking was what he thought she was, and....it was! He took a breath and looked into her eyes, and then, without a single hint of regret or shame, he wouldn't do that to his deal Lily's memory, he answered. "Yes, yes it was, and I am so thankful!"

He could not help the small smile that crept across his face at her, their memory. "It was before your father, but he knew, then ... and after. Your mother loved him, I loved him, and he loved us. Whatever else, I hope you know that, because it is the God's honest truth. I was lucky to have them, both of them, but yes, it was your mother, she was an amazing woman."

He had already made the comment, and it was not right to repeat it now, but he had zero doubt that if anyone, Jessi could be just as amazing as her mother, he did not allow himself to go into detail as to which dimensions, or if any, might include him.

"Shall we eat or would you like to know more or ask something else?"

 

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"Yes, yes it was," Steven confirmed.

So, Jessi now knew, the memory she had hidden deep inside her mind that had only begun to scream for attention at her uncle's appearance had, in fact, been real, and not just some figment of her imagination.

He continued, expressing his lack of regret over having been intimate with his own sister, "...and I am so thankful!"

Jessi's feelings on this were conflicting: her father -- and to a lesser degree her mother before her early death -- had had many conversations with her about what it meant to love and be loved. Those conversations had often included talk of who an appropriate love, lust, and life partner was for any one particular person, including the not-yet-grown-up-enough Jessi.

She hadn't been raised to believe incest was a bad thing. In fact, incest wasn't really even a thing she and her parents had discussed. Even more than that, Jessi wasn't even aware of the word incest itself!

"It was before your father, but he knew, then ... and after.

Jessi didn't have a problem believing that Daddy had known and possibly even accepted the idea of his wife having intimate moments with another man. Oh, it wasn't like she was raised in a free love commune or anything like that. But in addition to her hard-to-revive memory of the conversation about Steven and Lily, Jessi thought she also had memories of other people -- men or women or both -- spending time with her parents at their home in the 'burbs, time that included nights as well.

Or, was this really a figment of her imagination?

"Your mother loved him, I loved him, and he loved us," Steven went on. "Whatever else, I hope you know that, because it is the God's honest truth. I was lucky to have them, both of them, but yes, it was your mother, she was an amazing woman."

Uncle Steven and Momma were lovers, Jessi's brain said in so many words, trying to ensure that she understood precisely what was being said here. My mother had sex with her brother. My father knew this. My father accepted this.

"Shall we eat or would you like to know more or ask something else?"

And they loved each other and were happy together and saw nothing wrong with this at all, Jessi was still contemplating quietly in her mind as she continued to put together their two plates. It wasn't that she was trying to convince herself that what Steven was saying was the truth: Jessi had accepted that this was the truth, and somehow her brain told her that she'd always known this to be true and acceptable.

No, what her brain was trying to convince her of was even more stunning than learning that her mother and her mother's brother had once been lovers: what Jessi's brain was trying to convince her of was that it would be acceptable for her to be lovers with Steven -- her mother's brother, her uncle, her father's best friend.

"No, I'm fine," she lied regarding his question about whether they were done talking on this. She turned with the plates, told him to cut the rabbit which he'd just taken from over the flames, and said, "Let's eat."

After they'd sat, she asked him about the prison and about how things had changed after the Red Flu and the takeover by this woman named Charlie. They spent almost two hours -- long after the food was eaten and the dishes done -- talking just about Clark County Correctional, the people inside, and the direction in which this new woman Charlie was taking the place.

Jessi thought she saw something in Steven's eye when he often spoke of this new Warden, Charlie. After he'd mentioned her and her command of the prison for the umpteenth time, Jessi asked pointedly, "Are you lovers? You and Charlie. She sounds like someone you would ... you know ... like."

 

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Steven felt as if an enormous load had been lifted from his shoulders once he had disclosed, albeit leaving out any of the details, the revelation of he, her mother and her father. It was interesting to watch her reaction, and although he didn't ask, he was quite certain that she knew that he and Lily had been intimate, although she still might have been shocked with what exactly that had meant.

The first time with Lily had been sweet and innocent. It was Steven's 18th birthday, and he had just come out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. When he opened the door, there at the far end of the hallway, stood his sister, beautiful hair down, and only a short robe tied around her waist. She had waited for him, and when their eyes locked, she had a smile that could melt steel. And then, in one simple movement she undid the robe, slipped it from her shoulders, and used her finger to beckon him to come in her direction.

Their parents had been gone, and Lily gave her brother the birthday present to end all presents. They had been teasing and flirting for months, but that day, their relationship forever changed. Little did Steven know of the libido of his sister and the extent of her appetites. Even Steven was not always enough to sate her desires, but he came the closest and together they adventured through many sexual frontiers.

Charlie had reminded Steven of Lily, in many ways. Without even saying it, he knew she was the type of woman who not only enjoyed, but required multiple lovers. That didn't bother him at all, in fact he liked both the freedom and the intense benefits such a relationship provided.

As Steven watched Jessi process, all he could think about was all the wonderful moments that she would hopefully soon experience. He hoped she was lucky enough to enjoy the same appetites as her mother, and even though he didn't expressly allow himself to think it, he hoped he might be the first to feed that hunger!

Dinner was delicious, it had been so long since he had tasted the juices of wild game cooked over an open flame, fixed with pan seared vegetables of onions, potatoes an zuchini. Jessi had asked about Charlie and he had been honest, "I like her, and I can't even tell you why, but I know I can trust her. She has a tiger by the tail trying to run CCC, make it a peaceful and perpetuating community, but her heart is in the right place and that's all I can ask."

Jessi was smart and sensed the tone of care in his voice, so he should not have been surprised, when she abruptly asked, "Are you lovers? You and Charlie. She sounds like someone you would ... you know ... like." Steven just laughed. "I guess I won't be hiding anything from you, will I?" He stopped, "Actually I don't want to, I want complete honesty between us, the freedom to ask anything. Deal? As for Warden Charlie, yes, I have bedded her, once! But, I hope to and I think she hopes we do, again! She is a good lover, but we aren't exclusive nor ever will be, there are some women who you enjoy, and are friends with benefits, and then there is a woman like your Mother, who is the love of your life. For a long time I didn't think there could be another, but now...I'm not so sure."

He let the statement just linger as he looked at her before changing topics, "Did your Dad keep any bourbon around, I know how he used to enjoy a glass by the campfire, I'd like to do a toast to him, after we light the pyre?"

 

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"As for Warden Charlie," Steven answered, "yes, I have bedded her, once!"

Jessi was contemplating how to ask Did you not enjoy her? She didn't actually know too much about what made for good sex. Oh, she knew what an orgasm was, of course: she'd had those on occasion, when the need came to her. But she'd never experienced sex with someone else nor witnessed anyone having such an interaction.

But before she could ask, Steve went on to say he hoped he and Charlie would be together again, possibly often. That was conflicting: Jessi was happy that her uncle found happiness with the Warden, but she also realized she was feeling envious of the prison's leader.

When he said that for a long time, he didn't think there could be another special woman in his life, Jessi misunderstood Steven's meaning: she was certain that he meant Charlie.

"Did your Dad keep any bourbon around..."

Jessi found a partially filled bottle and handed it over. She had no interest in alcohol of any sort, so if he offered, she would only shake it off. They eventually set up the pyre, retrieved her father's body, and put him to the flame. It turned out to be much easier for Jessi than she'd expected. It was just his funeral, after all: he'd died days ago, and Jessi had already cried herself dry over it.

"I'm going to bed," she said after a long moment of the only noise being the crackling and popping of the roaring fire. She turned without any desire for an exchange of sorrow or pity or promises of things getting better and headed inside, saying only, "I'm glad you're here, Uncle Steve."

 

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Steven felt compelled to add, he wasn't sure why, "It has only been once, and she was the first one in over six, no eight years. I guess you can say it took me a while to be comfortable to be intimate again, but I am hoping that I am coming back closer to the man I was."

"Charlie and I will never be more than occasional lovers, but that is okay, I think that suits us both, and we'll see if I ever find that deep love again, but it would be with someone very different than her." That sounded like a criticism of Charlie, it wasn't, he just understood who she was, and a deeper, more monogamous relationship was the last thing the Warden wanted, and that was all good, he greatly enjoyed what they had.

Steven had not asked for the bourbon to share with Jessi, although he wouldn't have minded if she joined in either. But the Kentucky based liquor was the first hard liquor he had ever drank and he had drank it with Coop, and whenever they had a deeper talk, they inevitably had a glass of the brown liquid in their hand. it was alway the same, two cubes of ice and just a splash of water to release the flavor. At one time, it was joined with a cigar, but that was just a temporary thing and something both men had quit long ago, largely at Lilly's urging.

They set the pyre aflame together, from a dry wood torch, and then backed away. It was clear to Steven that Jessi had already said her goodbyes, but he had not. So after she left and went to bed, he stayed out alone and watched as the fire consumed the body of his lifelong friend. He smiled at her parting comment, "I'm glad you're here, Uncle Steve." He looked back over his shoulder at her young, perfect siloette walking away. "ME TOO!"

He was glad he was alone, it allowed him to raise a glass, toast Coop, Lilly and the memories they all shared. Steven was not a man to cry, but tears flowed down his face as he said his final goodbyes. "Find Lilly my friend, kiss her and hold her for me, I hope it will be a good while before I see you again. Jessi is incredible, Lilly I see so much of you in her, I promise I will take care of her until my last breath, I promise...goodbye my love, my friend...salute!"

It was a single bedroom house, but Steven did not consider crawling in next to Jessi, even to sleep. He smelled of smoke and bourbon, and grabbing an old afghan he curled up on the teak wood couch. It was near midnight when he fell asleep, and he awoke at 6:15 as the sun rose and the birds crowed. He made coffee and took a mug out to look over the glass like lake. It was too tempting, and down he went, skinny dipping he swam out to the barge and back again, before coming up, only a towel wrapped around his waist to make breakfast.

Jessi would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs frying and a new pot of coffee dripping away. Bacon was one of Steven's favorite smells, his intent was to give her breakfast in bed, but he heard rustling and figured either his noise or the smells of the food had awoken her from her slumber.

 

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Jessi had fallen asleep to a mix of thoughts, from how much she missed her father -- still burning out on the pyre -- to the image of her mother and her uncle in one another's arms. More than that, she told herself. More than just in each other's arms; they were lovers, so, Uncle Steve was ... inside Momma.

It was hard for Jessi to fully imagine such an act, because she'd never seen two people make love, not even her parents. Despite the freedom they had always felt about the human body, nudity, intimacy, etc., Jessi still hadn't ever seen Lily and Coop engaged in sex.

They were lovers, though, right? she wondered now at the morning broke and she found herself once again staring at the underside of the log cabin's roof, her brain spinning with thoughts. Jessi suddenly found herself with a realization: after her talk with Uncle Steve last night, she actually knew more about his and his sister's sex life than she did about her mother and father's. Weird.

Somewhere, sometime during her morning musings about all that had happened yesterday and all that had been said, Jessi more unconsciously than intentionally slipped a hand down to lay upon the triangle of cotton concealing her womanhood. A moment later, now very much consciously aware, she slipped her fingers between her smooth flesh and the panties, lifting and parting her knees a bit to more easily find the wetness between her thighs.

Jessi had only regularly begun masturbating over the past few months. She'd felt awkward about it in those early days of discovery, the actual mechanics of touching herself seeming even too personal to be doing to herself. Plus, after moving to the cabin, she'd shared a bed with her father all those nights. Oh, it had been absolutely innocent, of course, but still, even in a sexually liberal family, a young woman doesn't touch herself while her father is laying under the same covers.

It was only after she accidentally walked up on her father stroking his own sexual organ 10 or so months ago that Jessi herself began masturbating often. They'd both been embarrassed by the incident, but they'd talked in detail about inherent and evolutionary physical needs and sexual release and relief, and after that they had come to an unspoken arrangement by which each of them gave the other space to fill that need on occasion.

Jessi had very nearly asked her father if she could watch him masturbate once. She was interested in ... the process, as well as the result. Oh, she knew that the male ejaculated sperm -- semen her father had actually called it, then explaining sperm -- but she'd never seen it before. She hadn't learned much from the wild animals she'd seen engaged in breeding. But, her father had told her that night they talked about masturbation that it was typically a private thing.

Now, not thinking about the fact that her Uncle didn't know about the morning privacy arrangement she'd had with her father, Jessi's fingers began working slowly, then faster and more energetically, on pleasuring the sensitive button of flesh between her legs. She wasn't a loud masturbator, breathing through parted lips wetted by her tongue as no more a volume than when she took a short jog about the lake.

The old bed squeaked a bit, though, getting louder as she began moving her hips to match the up and down, roundy roundy of her wetted fingers. The sensation was incredible; Jessi rarely hurried to her finish, instead enjoying the feeling for as long as her fingers would hold out.

As she got close to orgasm, her breathing deepened and slowed, with quick exhalations emptying her lungs before subsequent deep breaths filled them again. Her hand movements sped up, her lower body rocked feverishly, and finally with a great gasp of long held breath, the euphoria of ecstasy exploded through her. Jessi let out a series of gasps -- not screams, not moans, not anything more than just air escaping in a rush -- before finally just doing silent and still on the bed...

...then opening her eyes to see her uncle standing in the doorway with a tray of breakfast foods. She couldn't have any idea how long he'd been standing there, but without showing any sign of embarrassment, Jessi simply smiled to Uncle Steve and said, "Morning."

 

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As he flipped the eggs, and the toast popped, he heard her tossing and turning, and Steven was afraid she might be having a nightmare, and he couldn't help but wonder what might have caused it. He slid the eggs off the frying pain and grabbed three pieces of bacon, two pieces of toast, and a glass of juice. He'd even picked a couple of the wild daisies outside and put it in a vase. He pushed the door open with his toe and, "HOLY SHIT!" It was what he said in his mind, not voice.

He should have looked away, but he didn't he couldn't, he just watched. Of course most of it, all the most intimate parts, were happening below the sheets, but even what he saw, the expressions, the breathing, the movements was...incredible! He let her crest and finish, perhaps he should have went back out, but he didn't, he simply enjoyed and was happy for her. Of course it had been a question in his mind, had she ever had an orgasm, and if anything was clear, it was that this was not her first.

He had a smile on his face, as she looked at him, "Morning." He laughed and brought in the breakfast, "Morning...apparently a very good morning!" He was trying to lighten the mood and a bit of sarcasm was his way. It all would have been good, except watching her little show had its own reaction on him, how could it hot have, and after setting the tray down and standing next to her he realized how his cock was pitching quite the tent in the towel.

He turned and tried to look out the window willing it down, but to no avail. "I'm glad to see that you do that, its healthy, and, I'm sorry I watched, I honestly couldn't help myself. By the way, you are quite incredible." Steven didn't really often masturbate, and he would have felt dirty doing it then, no matter how aroused he was.

He needed to get some air though, and so he grabbed his own plate of eggs and bacon, his mug of coffee and walked down to sit in the adirondack chairs down by the lake. The food tasted good, and the morning was perfect, he looked back over his shoulder, and slipped his hand up inside the slit in his towel. Jessi was not the only one needing relief from what had been going on!

 

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"Morning...apparently a very good morning!"

Jessi held the sheet to her bosom as she sat up, hiding her mounds despite having so willingly displayed them the day before.

"I'm glad to see that you do that," Steve said, handing out the plate of food. "It's healthy, and, I'm sorry I watched, I honestly couldn't help myself."

"That's okay, Uncle Steve," she said, shoveling a bit of egg into her mouth. "I didn't mean for you to see me, but ... it's okay that you did. Daddy said it was a normal and sometimes necessary thing to do."

"By the way, you are quite incredible."

Jessi blushed and giggled, not having ever had someone say that about what she'd done or how it had affected her. She thought her uncle was going to sit on the bed or the nearby chair, but he said he preferred to go sit by the pond. She let him go, finished her breakfast, then hopped into the little shower.

She missed his own little personal need filling session, which would have killed her if she'd known.

Jessi dressed in camouflage from head to toe, then called from the cabin door that she was going hunting. "And no, you can't come, 'cause I need absolute quiet and, honestly, you're just too tall and heavy to go where I'm going.

She didn't come back for almost three hours, but when she did she had 4 rabbits, 3 squirrels, and a raccoon balanced from a stick she carried over her shoulder, their legs cut between bone and tendon to create a hanging loop. She dumped them at her uncle's feet, telling him with a smile, "There's a good skinning knife in the dish drainer. Time to earn your keep."

 

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Steven did not need a lot of imagination to support his increasingly vigorous stroking. Watching Jessi's body move and react, he knew well what it felt like to be with a woman who moved like that, the paradise a man experienced between her legs. Hard and throbbing, he took a quick look back over his shoulder to ensure there was not an audience and then pulled open the towel before arcing majestic arcs of his manly rope into the tranquill lake water. He chuckled to himself as he came down with the thought of releasing his swimmers into the fresh water. He rarely masturbated, even during his long hiatus, and although this felt good and greatly needed, it did not compare to the real thing, not even close!

He had tidied himself back up and gone down and was simply enjoying the last of his mug of coffee when Jessi came tumbling out. "Well, somebody's ready for action, who is the enemy?" He had to chuckle at her declaration, "And no, you can't come, 'cause I need absolute quiet and, honestly, you're just too tall and heavy to go where I'm going. Well that was a first, Steven being unnecessary, actually an unwanted nuisance where killing was involved. Apparently the student had become a master, and the teacher obsolete.

"Okay, hotshot, but you just raised expectations through the roof, right, you do now that?" He was laughing as he said it, filled with pride at her confidence more than anything. He took the time to crawl down into the cellar below the house. It was dark and musty, but he had left some things in case he came back and apparently he had. He pulled out a trunk, it had his navy wet suit an a few pairs of gym shorts, t-shirts and running shoes. There was even a Navy speed swimming suit, if he really wanted to test himself. Perfect! So as Jessi hunted, Steven went to the back hill, a near 40 degree short hill that gave him a full body workoout. He used some boulders to do some minimal core twists, and then capped it off by putting on the swimsuit and going on a three mile swim. He bathed in the lake when he was done, and just as he finished getting dressed, the great womanly hunter was back with her haul.

"Okay pretty impressive....it looks like we won't starve." Then he saw the coon. "You sure about him, at least 50% of those around here are rabid, and that can get nasty, real nasty?" She told him his job was to clean them and he was fine with that. "Happy to, or you can and I will go out and fetch us some potatoes, mushrooms and carrots from the gardens." He was eying the fresh rabbit. "I've really had a hankering for rabbit stew, how does that sound?"

They were quite the little twosome and it was fun, but Steven all through his swim had been thinking about Charlie, and wondering if everything was okay. The situatoin and CCC would be fragile for a bit, and he didn't even know about the attempted coup, he would have been very angry with himself if he did, but Jessi had needed him too. He needed his two worlds to collide soon, he didn't feel right about how long it was taking to get back, he hoped that maybe by the end of the day, he could convince Jessi it was time to head back to the prison...

 

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"I want to stay here," Jessi stated bluntly as they were standing near the lake's edge, watching the sun go down. She looked back toward the cabin, then to Steven. "This is my home. I don't want to leave it."

Throughout the day, the two of them had been talking about the prison, the Residents there, and the life he hoped would be awaiting them upon his return. Jessi wasn't in the least interested, and while she'd been very careful not to say so over the past several hours, she told him so now without doubt.

"We have everything we need here," she told him, not saying anything he didn't already know. "Food, water, safety..."

She couldn't know that that last part wasn't true: they were about to get visitors who would convince Jessi that her uncle was right. But for now, Jessi felt even more secure than she had been when her father had been here with her.

She turned to Steven and pressed up against him, wrapping her arms around him and laying a cheek upon the soft cotton cloth of his tee shirt. They had made incidental contact with each other throughout the day, and Jessi had come to realize that Steven liked it. She'd never used her sex appeal to get what she wanted before, obviously: how could she, having lived alone here with only her father.

But she thought it might help if Steven felt her against him, as opposed to only his gaze being upon her as it had been so much during this and the previous day. "Just the two of us, together, alone here. Why can't we just stay?"

 

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"I want to stay here! This is my home. I don't want to leave it." Well technically speaking it was his home but Jessi was most definitely an invited guest. "I know..." He really did understand, it had been a great day, the two of them working as a team, and after this morning there had not even been much sexual tension. Steven thought perhaps that had passed, but he would know soon enough it hadn't and likely never would.

He felt her wrap herself around him, holding him tight. "Okay, that's not fair Missy, I know what you are doing!" Yet, despite his teasing he wrapped his arms around her and held her even closer, and damn it felt good. They had danced around the issue all day, during the work, even through an amazing dinner. They had just gone back in the house to grab some marshmellows, Hershey bars and graham crackers, as s'mores over an open fire is one of life's great treats. She was holding the marsh mellows in one hand as he hugged him.

"I love you Jess, I do, know that....but when you called, I didn't come out here just because I loved you, I did it because I had made a promise to your Dad, and a lesser extent your Mom, long ago, and that was to protect you. Well...that was my word and I would live up to it, they knew it, I knew it."

He smiled down so he could look at her, "The fact that I love you...and you ended up being ravishingly beautiful were just nice icing on the cake." They started to walk outside, still holding hands. "Just the two of us, together, alone here. Why can't we just stay?" Oh if she oly knew how good that sounded to him too.

"I want that too, I really do, except it can't, it isn't that simple. First, like I made a pledge to you, I also made one to Charlie, and that was to come back. She trusted me, and my word is good, don't ask me to change that. I need to know they are okay there, and I have to also spend some time figuring out if we can be safe here, even if we came back. This place is self sufficient, but it isn't impenetrable, and there are lots of desperate people out there..."

Steven pointed to the distance, it was meant to be a gesture, and instead he saw a person moving in the brush. "Who goes there, come ...." Suddenly he heard a shot ring out, and they were scrambling into the house. "Stay here..." He commanded, and grabbed the gun from the pile of dirty clothes. Quick as a flash he was rolling out of the house and down the stairs. Another shot whizzed by his ears, and he say an arrow arc out from the house in the direction of the shot, Jessi was giving him cover.

The intruder made the mistake of moving and that was all Steven needed as he shot and hit the target. There was no further movement and Steven knew he must have gotten the man good. He jumped into the brush and saw the man holding his arm. Steven had hit a main artery, the man would bleed out.

Steven grabbed him. "Tell me who you are, I can save you, but talk and talk fast!" He was little more than a scared kid, he had been sent as an advance scout, but others would follow, maybe soon. He was part of a group of eight, who were looking for a new homestead, their leader an ex fireman, who had also served in the marine corp. "When, when?" Steven tried to know, but the kid was too far gone and died in his hands.

Steven came back inside the house where Jessi was still holding her bow. "Thanks! It made a difference." She only smiled, "Jessi I know this makes you think we are safe, it is the opposite, others are coming, several, we have to get out of here in the morning, at least for a while, at least until I can get us more ammo to defend ourselves. I need you to come with me, but if you don't like it, we will leave, okay, I promise, but for now we have to go back."

Steven went back out and finding an old spade he dug a quick grave for the kid. He came back in, "I need a shower...we're leaving in the morning...but tonight, I want you to sleep with me, okay...I want to hold you, know you're safe!" He was not implying more, he wasn't even thinking about it, at least not then...

 

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(OOC: For Jessi's image below, imagine her dressed as described below.)


"Okay, that's not fair Missy," Steven said about Jessi pressing her delicious body up against him while she asked to remain at the cabin. "I know what you are doing!"

She couldn't help but giggle. "Well, I tried."

She wasn't done trying either. As Steven took the S'mores ingredients out and stoked the camp fire, Jessi went to her room and changed into the semi-sheer blouse she'd been wearing yesterday when her Uncle arrived. Under it, she wore a lacy, come-and-get-me-red bra and matching Lycra yoga pants.

They weren't something she would have worn around the cabin, of course. She was donning them for a very specific reason: they'd been her mothers, and before her father had packed them away for nearly a decade, Steven had likely seen her in them, before she shed them to the floor to make love with him, of course.

She headed out to the fire, arriving with the intention of letting her Uncle admire her, then shedding her clothes and asking him to make love to her. She would tell him there was a condition, of course: they would never leave this place.

Then, Steven went on alert, calling out, "Who goes there, come ...."

He got no further, a shot ringing out in the night. Jessi instinctively turned for the cabin without even having to wait for Steven's direction. She knew that there were firearms in the house, but they simply weren't her forte. Instead, she snatched up her recurve bow and quiver and ran back to the porch, quickly notching an arrow and drawing back the string.

She had no target, though. Not at first. Then a figure ran in the night, with Steven in hot pursuit. Jessi let the arrow fly, sending it just feet in front of her uncle at the fleeing man. She heard the bolt thunk into a heavy tree; by the time the sound came to her, Jessi had already notched another arrow.

But her portion of the battle had ended, and Steven returned to once again stress the lack of security they had here. "I need a shower...we're leaving in the morning," he told her, "but tonight, I want you to sleep with me, okay...I want to hold you, know you're safe!"

Jessi knew she couldn't do that, though. She'd been ready to have sex with her Uncle right here, right now, on the condition that they never leave the lake cabin. She knew that if she laid with him -- even fully clothed, even with a sheet between them, even with him tied to one side of the bed and her to the other -- she would end up in his arms, kissing him and encouraging more in the moot hopes of changing his mind.

"No," she said simply. When he looked to her, Jessi said, "No ... I want to leave now. Right now. If we don't leave now, after what just happened, I won't want to go, even if a dozen dozen men threaten us with guns tomorrow."

She turned to return to the house, saying over her shoulder, "I'm packing my backpack. We can leave in 10 minutes."