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This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust
this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a
predominantly adult area to begin with.

As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially
like to hear from women.  Please reply to: 
deanajohns at softcom dot net

I have a site at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/authors/Deana_Johns which
contains other things I have written.

Shalon Wood (dstar at pele dot cx) provided proofreading and
formatting for the story. He has an asstr website at
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Calley MfF

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I first wrote this story some time ago before I had the writer's tools
I currently have access to, so in terms of grammar and such it's a bit
rough.  Don't bother sending me corrections.  I'll let the story stand
on it's own, as written.  I'm posting it now as it seems particularly
fitting given the current state of world affairs.

You can presume the normal disclaimers here: This is a fully
fictitious, adult story.  Any similarity to anybody living or dead is
total coincidence.  It wasn't inspired by personal knowledge of any
specific events.  If you shouldn't be reading it, don't! Don't assume
any behavior portrayed in this story to be legally, socially, morally
or ethically acceptable.  Use your brain!

I will further state that -- while I may write about them in some
stories -- sexual relationships between adults and young teens is
*not* acceptable behavior.  Children should be permitted to grow up at
their own pace, without having to deal with situations or events that
they are not intellectually or socially mature enough to deal with;
such as sexual relationships between them and adults.  If you disagree
with this, go talk to a shrink.  I'm not the slightest bit interesting
in even discussing it.

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Calley

By

D.J. "Doc" Pedersen

(a.k.a. Deana Johns)

Chapter one



I got the call from Nick, and there was no question that I had to go.
He once took a bullet for me.  That is to say he was stupid enough to
save my life and get himself shot in the process.

The simple fact that we were from the same -smallish- town, prompted
us to become buddy's in boot camp.  We got drunk together a few times
on leave, the few we got before Saddam Hussan decided to pick on the
Kuwaitis. Of course our unit got called up.  Yup folks, we won
ourselves a luxury vacation to the middle East.  Our unit had the
honor of being among the first ground troops to go into Kuwait.  Now I
kind of know what a duck decoy feels like.

Just after sunrise that first day in I was out on Recon, the C.O. said
to check out this little band of merry gentlemen clustered by a wall
in this little Iraqi outpost.  So I'm doing my best to communicate
with this bunch of jabbering idiots when -behind me- one of those
Shiite guys took offense to my translation abilities or some such
thing.  He decided he would draw down a bead on the head of little,
innocent Mikey Irvin -that's me- with his side arm.  He was just
starting to squeeze the trigger when old dip-shit Nick Ainsely comes
out of nowhere in a flying tackle.

Nick hit him and they both went down in a mighty OOF! The Shiite cause
Nick's full weight with battle pack had landed on him, Nick from the
new hole punched -not so neatly- in his shoulder from the point blank
discharge from the side arm.  As Nick was no longer much in control of
the situation, I managed to empty a full clip from my M-16 into the
aforementioned Shiite before he could squeeze off another round.

Actually, I tell people I was aiming at Nick for being such a dip-shit
and not popping the yo-yo from a distance himself, but my aim isn't
very good so I got the Shiite instead.  Anyway, Nick saved my life.



I spent the rest of my tour in Kuwait breathing stinky, black smoke
from damn big oil fires, making certain that none of the locals came
by to offer a light to the guys trying to put them out.  Nick spent
the rest of his in a hospital bed stateside.

Once back from my Middle East vacation, I stopped by to see how old
buddy Nick was doing.  He was doing alright at the time.  His shoulder
now fairly well healed, leaving a battle scar he could talk about
around the pool at his apartment complex.

Now as to what prompted old Nicky to enlist in Uncle Sugars boy
scouts, I have no clue.  Especially when he was married with an infant
daughter, who was much less an infant when he got back.  He neglected
to tell me all this when we were in boot and then the Middle East, not
that we had much time for conversation over there.  So I didn't know
it until I went to visit him.

I met Nick's wife -Sally- and young daughter -Calley- at a pool side
barbecue.  I was with my girlfriend, I think it was Nancy at the time,
but I'm not certain.  I recall we got pretty drunk at the barbecue.
Nick told the party all about how he had saved my butt (actually, it
was my head).  I told the party how I emptied a whole clip into the
Shiite trying to hit Nick for being such a dip-shit.  In terms of
points scored, I lost.  I actually saved his life too, as the Shiite
had taken an exception to being tackled in that manner, thoughtlessly
interrupting him in the process of blowing my head off.  So this guy
was bringing the sidearm around toward Nick's noggin to register his
displeasure when I casually stitched him with lead while avoiding the
dip-shit.  Nick saved my life first, so it didn't count with the pool
side babes.

Life goes on.  I went back to my mechanics job while Nick took
university classes on Uncle Sugar's tab because of his injury.  We saw
each other a couple of times a week for a beer.  That was before we
both got too busy to keep in touch very often.  Nick was at the
university taking classes and I was working days in an auto shop,
going to school nights (learning to talk to computers) and finishing
out my tour of duty on the weekends.

Still, I got to know Nick's family pretty well.  Sally always had a
smile for me when I came over to visit and Calley called me Uncle Mike
( I called her short stuff, which she hated, but giggled over).
During one of Sally's attempts to put a little structure into their
family life, I happily consented to be Calley's godfather.

With both Nick and I in school, our visits got farther apart again.
When I graduated, I got a pretty good job offer in another city a
thousand miles away.  Finding I could transfer my remaining time with
Uncle Sam to the new town, I accepted the job.  This was heavily
influenced by the fact there weren't any computers smart enough to
talk to in our home town.  Anyway, the distant job cut my visits back
to once a year, supplemented by phone calls a couple of times a month,
then once a month, then every few months.

I got a call from Nick a few years later telling me that Sally had the
misfortune to step in front of city bus traveling at a fair clip.  She
hardly knew what hit her.  I made the trip to attend her funeral and
go through a ritual drunk with Nick.  At the time, Sally's mother was
watching over Calley, so I hardly got to see much of her.  I was sort
of glad of that, as she was pretty broke up about losing her mom.

After that, I didn't get to see Nick and Calley very much.  When I
did, things seemed to be working out okay for them, so I didn't worry
too much about them.  I'd talk to them from time to time or scoot a
letter off to them.  As we were both busy as hell and so far apart,
our contacts got fewer and fewer again until finally I hadn't heard
from them again for almost five years.  I'd finished my time with
Uncle Sam and my career was going very well.



Out of the blue, I get a call from Nick, saying he needed to see me
real bad.  I had some vacation time accrued, so I told the boss I was
taking it and made the journey back home.

It was only when I got there that I discovered the real reason for the
call.  Nick was in a hospital bed in pretty bad shape.  The reason he
needed to see me, was because he was dying.  He was calling in my debt
to him for saving my life.  The price; Taking over guardianship of one
fully grown fourteen year old girl, my god daughter, Calley.

After the initial shock and denial wore off a bit, I took the time to
access the situation realistically; Sally's mother had just kicked off
herself a short time before, her father a long time before that.
Nick's parents were also deceased.  Sally had been an only child, so
was Nick, who was genuinely fucked up with a bad liver.

Apparently I should have been worrying about Nick and Calley a lot
more than I had in the interim.  In college Nick had gotten himself
hooked real good on drugs.  I guess he got into them partially from
the pain killers first given to him because of his shoulder injury.
He hid it from everybody pretty well for quite a while.  Before he
kicked them, he had the misfortune to share a needle with some twerp
who had hepatitis-A.  That slowly ate his liver away.  He aggravated
it in later years by drinking heavily after he was already too ill to
work.  When I finally saw him in the hospital, it was a noticeable
bulge on him.

So Calley had no other living relatives.  She didn't have too many
options for foster parents in our smallish home town.  Teenagers
seldom get adopted anyway, even if they do get straight "A's" on their
report cards.  Everybody prone to adoption wants a cute little baby.
So it was me, an orphanage or a long string of short term foster
homes.  Calley was a good kid and didn't deserve that.  Nick had it
all worked out with his lawyers and a kindly judge before I ever got
there.  I didn't have much time to think about it, as he was going
fast.  There was also the major fact that I owed him big time for
saving my life.  I did the right thing and agreed to take Calley.

The judge and child welfare people didn't make much fuss about things.
They had Nick's sworn statement and endorsement about my good
character.  I'd had a steady, good-paying job for years.  Years before
I had been legally established as Calley's godfather.  While not
married, I had been engaged to the same woman for a couple of years.
I didn't have any criminal record.  I had a nice home -that I co-owed
with the bank- in a nice area of the town I lived in.

I think the clincher was Calley clinging to my side in the courtroom.
Mostly in fear of the other places the judge might have sent her.  I
was appointed Calley's legal guardian until age eighteen, when she was
officially on her own.  Calley had tears in her eyes as she politely
thanked the judge for his decision.

Basically this kept Calley from being a problem for the county in the
meantime.  I didn't consider Calley to be a problem.  She was a good
kid.  She got good grades.  Over the past few years -as Nick
deteriorated- she had shown herself to be quite self sufficient.
Getting herself off to school as well as tending to his needs when she
got home.

I had been amazed when she had recognized me right off when I first
walked into the hospital.  She called me Uncle Mike and came running
up and gave me a giant hug.  I thought it might have been Nick telling
her that I was coming, but I was to later learn that she honestly
remembered me.  I was also amazed at what a sweet young lady she had
turned into.

At the moment, we didn't have much time to get to know each other
again.  It seemed that the legal documents were barely signed when
Nick checked out.  Then it was dealing with funeral arrangements The
VA covered it.

There weren't a lot of people at Nick's funeral.  I felt sorry for
Calley.  It wasn't fair for such a sweet kid to have been dealt the
hand she had been; losing her mom before she out of grade school and
then her father before she was out of Junior High.  She hadn't had
much of a social life taking care of her father as she had.

After the funeral, Calley and I went through another round of dealings
while I sorted through the mess over their home and possessions.

Surprisingly, Nick had a life insurance policy that was in force and
listed Calley as sole beneficiary.  I say surprisingly, as many -even
most- insurance companies would have disallowed the cause of death as
a self inflicted injury.  But it turned out that Nick had been under
recurrent care of the VA when he contracted the hepatitis.  By shear
coincidence, the VA had a sloppy intern on staff at the time -no
longer- who had taken blood samples from Nick.  He had reused needles
and the hospital ended up with several cases of hepatitis-A, or serum
hepatitis, which is generally only passed through sharing a needle
with someone who has it.

The hospital assumed responsibility for Nick's hepatitis.  He had
privately told me the truth before he died.  But the status was that
through some deal between the hospital and Nick's insurance company,
the insurance paid off on the death benefits in exchange for the
hospital eating all the medical costs.  Calley also got a death
benefit from the government and somehow from Social security.

The upshot of all that, was that Calley would be fairly well off when
she finally turned eighteen.  In the meantime, it was put into trust.
That was okay, I was doing fairly well in my career.  There was also
the matter of the equity Nick had built up in his house, which it
turned out the bank had an eager buyer for.  Calley didn't seem
forlorn about the idea of selling the house.  When I asked her about
keeping it as an investment she made a face and told me to sell it.
So that would pretty much provide for the expenses of raising Calley
for the next four years at least.  This was at her suggestion, not
mine.  She said I deserved something for suddenly being forced into
being a parent.  I finally agreed to accept it, but once alone with
the lawyer I arranged for it to be added to her trust with a
contingent rider releasing it in case it was needed for emergencies.

The house now sold, we set about packing up.  This was really our
first time alone together for any length of time since I had arrived.
I studied her from the side as we sorted the household.

I didn't know how to read Calley.  I knew she must have been hurting
pretty badly from losing both her parents.  But she hardly showed it
as we packed up what she wanted to keep and sold off the rest of the
furnishings.  She wasn't cheerful, but she didn't seem all that
withdrawn either.  It was as though she had been preparing herself for
Nick's death for quite a while.  When it happened, she was somber
about it.  She cried at the funeral, staying close by my side, but
there wasn't a prolonged bout of it either.  We talked about her folks
some, but she seemed to shy away from that subject for the moment.  I
let her know that I would be there for her when she wanted to talk
about it.  She hugged me tightly and kissed my cheek.  Then went on
with the packing.  In the meantime we talked about what her life would
be like moving to a big city.  She also seemed intensely interested in
anything I could tell her about Jill, my fiancee.  I attributed this
to concern over what her future step-mom might be like.

Fact was that Jill and I hadn't been all that serious about getting
married.  It was more like a steady date for Friday night with various
different weekend activities thrown in here and there.  Our sex life
was pretty mundane.  She liked to do it -quickly- Friday night, in the
dark, after dinner and a movie.  That was when she wasn't "In the
shop".  No kink.  No frills.  No fireworks.  Just a regular -mundane-
lay for each of us.  Any attempt at adding a little spice or
excitement -like leaving the lights on- was met with quiet contempt on
her part.  She would also assuredly not be in the mood the following
Friday as a punishment for my actions.  Of course she never called it
that, but over two years the behavior was pretty predictable.

Jill wasn't happy at all when I told her on the phone about me
bringing Calley back with me.  Of course I didn't tell Calley that.

We finally got all Calley's possessions, packed and loaded in a rental
van.  As I had driven out, the van sported a tail, my sports car on a
car carrier.  We made the rounds in town for Calley to say good-bye to
her few friends and exchange numbers and addresses.  We also stopped
by the school for a record of her school transcript.  Finally we hit
the road.

I let Calley pick a radio station to keep us company on the road.
Surprisingly, for her age, she picked a fairly moderate one.  At times
she almost hummed along with some of the tunes, but after a note or
two she'd stop.  She wasn't all that happy yet.  Still, she kept in a
pleasant mood as we drove along.  She seemed to spend a lot of time
looking at the country side we passed.  Occasionally asking about
something, as if I knew a lot about farming!

We stopped at a sit down diner for a pleasant lunch and to give
ourselves a rest from the road.  Over lunch I couldn't help wonder at
how she had grown since I had last seen her.

Calley was about 5'6" tall and maybe 125 lbs.  I'm not good at
guessing women's weights, but she was slim.  Not skinny, just slim.
Her breasts were becoming quite noticeable on her.  I gathered the
effect to be real rather than padded when her nipples came and went
when we passed by an air conditioner.  Her hair was light brown, like
her mother's had been.  She had stunning green eyes, as green as I had
ever seen.  The effect made her face quite pretty.  I'd done my best
not to notice her lower end, but her ass seemed to be near perfect for
her body size, much to my disconcertion.  Still, Calley was a young
teenager.  While I did notice she was very attractive, it was more
from a perspective of how many boys I'd have to fight off rather than
any sexual thoughts it might have provoked in my libido.  Calley was
far too young and essentially now my daughter.  Fooling around with
her wasn't something that came to mind.

"Like what you see?" Calley asked, taking a sip of her diet Coke.

"Huh? Sorry, just musing about how many boys I would have to fight
off." I chuckled, having been caught looking.

Calley sort of made a face.

"Not too many.  I know I'm young, but boys my age seem like such
kids." she said.

"They are kids.  So are you, but you are amazingly mature for your
age." I said.

Calley sort of smiled at me.

"Thanks.  You seem amazingly cool for yours." she chuckled.

"Ouch! Touché." I said.

She nodded at me, grinning.

We finished up our lunch, then used the bathrooms before we hit the
road again.

Calley seemed thoughtful as we drove along.  I quietly sang along to a
modern song that was playing.  Calley joined me.

"You really are pretty cool.  How come Jill hasn't drug you off to the
alter yet?" she asked, after the song.

I glanced at her a moment, then back at the road.  Perhaps it was a
good time to tell her about Jill.

"Oh, I guess -so far- it's just been convenient for us to go along as
we have.  She seems to want a bit too much control of my life for me
to do that." I said.

"What sort of control?" she asked.

"Oh...  Money, for one.  She has this plan for her to be the household
administrator, with me just signing my check over to the household
account.  I'm more inclined towards separate checking accounts with a
household account for the bills.  Both of us paying our share each
month into the household account.  She thinks that shows a lack of
commitment on my part to the union.  I don't see how.  Fact is that I
make a lot more than she does.  I also want a pre-nuptial agreement
before I'd get married.  She's not in favor of that at all.  Says it
shows I think the marriage wouldn't last." I said.

"I see, what other kinds of control does she want?" Calley asked.

I was a bit uncomfortable talking about it, but I wanted to be honest
with Calley.

"In the bedroom." I said.

"How so?" she asked, grinning.

"She's pretty reserved about our relationships.  Enough so that it's
not all that exciting to me." I said, blushing a bit.

"What, she won't do what you want?" Calley asked.

"Not really.  Doesn't even want the lights on.  Not that I care so
much about that.  But she's not very affectionate otherwise either.  I
guess I'm a huggy-feely person.  She doesn't like a lot of physical
affection." I said.

"So why don't you find another?" Calley asked.

"Not really that easy, for one.  Secondly, well, for the most part
Jill and I do get along.  We've been going together now for a couple
of years.  I kind of feel devoted to her." I said.

"Why?" Calley asked, casually.

"Oh, we've been through a lot together." I said, now wondering a bit
myself.

"Like what?" Calley asked.

"Oh, like we've been to concerts, plays and even the ballet.  On
weekends we go out sometimes to arts fairs and stuff like that." I
said.

"Who pays when you go out?" Calley asked.

"Uh, I do.  Why?" I asked.

"Just that it seems to me that you're getting screwed, and not
literally.  I mean, you supply all her entertainment.  You pay for all
your activities.  In return she doesn't like to be touched and maybe
lets you do it once a week, in the dark, if you are a good boy.  How
much does it cost to go to the ballet?" Calley asked.

"About forty-five dollars a seat." I said, flustering a bit.

"So that's ninety bucks.  Throw in dinner at a moderate restaurant at
twenty bucks a plate and you are into the date a hundred-thirty bucks.
A nice restaurant would make it an even two hundred.  Last I heard
prostitutes were around fifty bucks a pop.  So you could save between
eighty and a hundred-fifty dollars.  And I think they would let you
leave the lights on." Calley said.

"What about disease?" I asked, smugly.

"So wear a rubber.  I heard most prostitutes require it nowadays
anyway.  What do you and Jill use for birth control?" Calley asked.

"Uh.  .  .  rubbers." I admitted.

"So not even that much different." Calley chuckled.

"You sure don't talk much like a fourteen year old." I said.

"You're right, I don't swear near as much as most the kids I know."
Calley said, grinning.

"Alright, smarty.  What about love?" I asked.

"That, you'd have to answer for yourself.  I don't know much about
that.  But I do know that just getting along with someone isn't the
same thing." she replied.



The conversation lapsed with that tidbit of wisdom.  The question
about love seemed to have put Calley in a somewhat dispirited mood.  I
wasn't much better.  The conversation left me thoughtful about my
relationship with Jill.  What Calley had said was all too true.



Towards dusk, I was getting tired.  I told Calley to keep her eyes
open for places to eat and a motel that didn't look too bad.  She
suggested we find a room with a kitchenette and stop at a grocery
store to save a bit of money.  I reflected over how different the
statement was from what Jill would want.  With her, we'd have to eat
at the nicest place in town and stay at the most expensive motel.

Coming up on a medium sized community, Calley spotted an ad for a
motel with kitchens.  She consulted one of the maps we had picked up
and directed me which exit to take.  On the way there she spotted a
grocery store and we stopped and got some food.  Calley had
volunteered to cook, so I let her choose the food.  Her selections
were quite reasonable.  The food cost us less than a single serving at
a restaurant.  We drove on to the motel, which also turned out more
reasonable than I expected.

When I registered, I listed Calley's real name as well as mine.  The
clerk raised an eyebrow over this, as through the window she could see
Calley was quite young.

"It's not what you think.  I'm her legal guardian." I offered.

"Yes sir, sign here please." the clerk smirked.

Once in the room, Calley set about fixing us dinner.  I lay down on
one of the beds to channel surf a bit.  I must have been more tired
than I realized, as the next thing I knew Calley was shaking me gently
to come eat.

The meal was good.  Light, but filling.  I felt much better afterward.
I sat back with a second cup of coffee relaxing on the bed.  Calley
got the TV control and found us a movie to watch, then sat back and
snuggled by my side as we watched it.

Feeling Calley's body against me was a bit disconcerting, but I
reasoned she needed a bit of security in her life at the moment.  Fact
was that I was kind of amazed she was as comfortable with me as she
seemed to be.  She showed no signs of the typical teenage aversion for
adults.  Especially one she had seen so little of as she was growing
up.

A jiggle at my side revealed that Calley was crying.  I turned to her
and pulled her into my arms.  She conformed to me and I held her
tenderly as she sobbed herself out.

"It'll be okay, Calley." I offered, softly caressing her back to
comfort her.

"Thank you for taking me.  I was so afraid I would be alone." she
sobbed.

"You don't have to worry anymore, I'm not going anywhere without you,
baby." I told her.

"Promise?" she asked, timidly.

"Yes, love.  I promise.  It's you and me from now on.  Where I go, you
go." I promised.

 Calley hugged me tightly and continued to cry.  We ended up laying on
 the bed, her half atop me, clinging to me as she cried herself to
 sleep.  I held her tenderly as I vowed to myself to make her life
 happier and never let anyone hurt her.  I managed to pull a blanket
 over us and continued to hold her as I slipped away myself.



CHAPTER 2



I awoke to the sound of movement in the morning.  Glancing over I saw
that Calley must have just come from the shower.  She was standing
with a towel around her head and another wrapped around her body,
facing the other bed.  She bent as she pulled clothes from her
suitcase and the towel rode up.  There it was, her uncovered young
pussy just a few feet from my face.  Before I could look away, she
grabbed some panties and then dropped the towel altogether.  The total
view from the rear confirmed my earlier thoughts.  She had about the
most adorable backside on the planet.  I found myself enthralled by
the sight as she stepped into her panties and then reached out to grab
a bra.  She turned toward the mirror between the beds as she started
to put it on, revealing a side view of her developing breasts.  I say
developing, but she was probably already a firm B-cup with
multi-segmented, puffy nipples.  She happened to glance down and
caught me looking at her as she fastened the bra around her.

"Sorry." I said, blushing and looking away.

"That's okay.  I don't mind.  I'm not shy about my body." she said,
jovially.

She sat on the side of the bed and bent to kiss me on the cheek.

"Thanks for being so nice and letting me cry on you last night." she
said.

"Sure.  Anytime you feel the need just let me know.  .  .  I want to
be a good parent for you, Calley.  You're a sweet kid." I offered,
taking her hand and squeezing it.

"Thanks, Uncle Mike." she said, "I'll try not to be any trouble for
you."

She bent and hugged me, the feel of her breasts against me reminding
me of the view a moment before.  I felt something I shouldn't have
down lower, so quickly hugged her back.  Then I excused myself to use
the bathroom, taking my clothes with me.

In the bathroom, it was a moment before my erection subsided enough
for me to take a piss.  It returned later in the shower as I reflected
over the scene I had awakened to.  I scolded myself a bit over feeling
it, but the little critter always did have a mind of his own.  It
hardly diminished much as I dressed.

Thankfully, Calley was fully dressed when I emerged from the bathroom.
She had on jeans and a T-shirt, a bit oversized.  The view helped put
my libido back into proper perspective.

"One egg or two?" she asked.

"Two please." I said, pouring a cup of coffee she had made.

"Coming right up." she said, again jovially.

I sat back at the small table watching her cook.

"Quite the little homemaker, aren't you." I teased.

"I guess.  I've been ...  I mean I used to...  cook for dad for a long
time." she said, catching herself.

"Sorry, didn't mean to remind you." I said, softly.

"No, that's alright.  I have to get used to it sooner or later.
Sooner is better." she said, a bit misty eyed.

"Well, not all at once.  We'll take it slow.  Tell you what; I like to
cook a bit myself.  How about we split cooking shifts? I promise not
to poison you." I offered.

"Sure.  I actually like it myself, but I don't really know how to cook
much.  I'd like to learn whatever you could teach me." she said.

"Well I'm not so sure you could learn much from me, but I'll show you
what I know and you can show me what you know, Okay?" I asked.

Calley glanced at me and got a sort of funny smirk on her face.

"Sure, that sounds like fun.  I'd like that very much." she said,
fighting her smirk.

I tried studying my coffee as I thought about her smirk in conjunction
with my thoughts during my shower.

Calley placed my eggs and some toast before me.  She stooped and
kissed my cheek, then turned to start her own.  I started in on my
breakfast.

After breakfast we packed up what little we had.  Just to placate any
thoughts the manager might have about us, I messed up the second bed
before I left.  Calley looked on, her face wearing that smirk again.
I blushed a bit and we hit the road.



A few miles down the road, Calley asked why I had messed up the other
bed.

"For appearances, I guess.  When I checked in last night I listed both
our real names.  The clerk raised an eyebrow over the differences in
the last names.  I explained I was your legal guardian, but she was
smirking over it.  Not that I really care too much what she thinks.
But I didn't want to give her anything to feel smug about.  She may
have taken the fact that only one bed was used as confirmation of her
own demented thoughts.  If she hadn't looked so smug about it last
night, I wouldn't have bothered." I explained.

Calley busted out laughing.  I couldn't help but let a few chuckles
out myself.

"Uncle Mike, you are a hoot!" she chuckled, holding her sides a bit.

"So glad you think so.  When I left home I had no idea you would be
returning with me.  Your room looks like the back room of a pawn shop.
We have to clear it out before you have a place to sleep tonight." I
told her.

"My room? You mean I get my own room?" she asked.

"Well, sure.  Where did you think you'd be sleeping?" I asked.

"I didn't know.  On the sofa maybe." she chuckled.

"I'm not that bad.  Fact is that I was teasing you.  I've got a guest
room all set up.  All I have to do is move my computer out and turn
the other one into an office instead." I said.

"Why not use the one you are using as an office and we clear out the
other one for me?" she asked.

"So you will know you have your own bed right away.  I meant what I
said last night, Calley.  You're with me to stay.  Where I go, you
go." I said.

Calley reached over and took my hand and squeezed it.

"Thanks Uncle Mike.  But your promise is good enough for me.  We can
clear the other room out for me." she said, a bit misty eyed.



We drove along not saying anything for a bit.  Calley kept hold of my
hand.  She looked out the window at the scenery, but every now and
then she would squeeze my hand as if making sure it was real.  I'd
squeeze back in assurance.

We stopped again for a sit down lunch.  The time spent on the highway
seeming to prompt us to seek a little quiet.  Not that the restaurant
was all that quiet, but it wasn't a constant dull roar of a rental
truck engine with it's accompanying cheap-tire whine.  Actually, lunch
was quite pleasant.  Calley seemed lost in her own thoughts, glancing
at me from time to time as we leisurely ate our meal.  I'd try to give
her a reassuring smile when she did that.  She'd smile back and return
to her own thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked over a second cup of coffee.

"Oh...  just stuff." she replied, blushing a bit for some reason.

"Yeah, what stuff?" I prodded.

"Oh, you know...  stuff." she said.

"Ah...  I see.  That clears it right up." I chuckled.

Calley chuckled too, but looked a bit embarrassed.  I didn't tease her
anymore as I finished my coffee.

As we were leaving, a family walked in.  With them was a boy about
Calley's age who almost walked into a post looking at her.  Calley
sort of looked right through him on her way out.

"Seemed like a nice young man." I mentioned to her as we climbed back
into the truck.

"Who?" she asked.

 "That boy inside as we were leaving.  The one who almost walked into
 that post cause he was looking at you." I chuckled.

"Oh...  I didn't notice, I guess." she said.

"That kind of surprises me, Calley.  Usually girls your age notice
every boy in sight.  Especially when they are so taken by your
beauty." I chuckled.

"Beauty? What beauty?" Calley mocked.

"Calley, are you under the miss-impression that you aren't beautiful?"
I asked.

"Well, yeah.  Do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.

"Calley, you're lovely." I said, quietly.

"Do you really think so?" she asked, blushing and smiling.

"Yes, I do.  I think that any boy who saw you would think so too.  If
he wasn't full on blind." I said.

Calley was quiet a moment, looking bashful.

"What do you think is pretty about me?" she finally asked.

"Everything.  There isn't a part of you that looks the least bit bad."
I replied, now just a bit uncomfortable telling her so.

"Everything? Really?" she asked.

I glanced at her, but she wasn't teasing me.  She was totally sincere.

"You really don't know, do you?" I asked.

"No...  I always thought I looked funny." she said, kind of sadly.

"No, Calley.  You really are gorgeous.  You have the most incredible
eyes I have ever seen.  You have nice hair, a pretty face and a body
most women would die for.  I thought certain you knew that."

"Nobody ever told me that before.  How could I know it?" she asked,
misty eyed again.

"I'm very surprised nobody ever told you that, cause it's all true." I
said.

"I'm not doubting you.  But what made you think I knew it?" she asked.

"Oh, for one, pretty women usually know that they are pretty.  I just
assumed you knew it.  Then there was this morning; With what you said
about not being shy.  Shyness is usually a symptom someone doesn't
think something about them is okay.  I can tell you from what I saw,
that you have nothing to be ashamed of.  Everything was okay, more
than just okay.  As I said, you're gorgeous.  You could easily be a
model." I said.

"Really?" she asked, blushing again, but with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, really, Calley.  So enough said." I said, squeezing her hand.

Calley smiled at me and then scooted over and snuggled to my side.
The truck was an automatic, so driving was no problem.  I didn't
really object to her leaning on me, but I had her change to the middle
seat belt if she was going to sit that way.  She kind of chuckled, but
complied with my wishes.

The landscape rolled past as Calley continued to snuggle to my side.
My arm around her shoulder.  After a time, she kind of nodded her
head.  She was asleep.  She kind of half stirred when we hit a bump on
the road.  Next thing I knew she had stretched out her legs on the
seat and laid her head in my lap.  I didn't wish to disturb her, so I
didn't for a while.  But I was blatantly aware of her cheek laying
warm against me.  I did my best to concentrate on the road.

To pass the time, I mused about how she could possibly have thought
herself funny looking.  It didn't jibe with what I had known about
Nick.  When I had spent time with them long ago, Nick seemed like a
good, loving father.  Calley seemed to be the apple of his eye.  So
what had changed about him? How could he have changed to the point
where his daughter didn't think herself pretty when she was in fact as
pretty as Calley was? It just didn't make sense to me.  Especially
with how easy going she seemed about her body that morning.  That
thought was an error, remembering that morning suddenly made me fully
aware of her head in my lap once again.  It felt far too good sitting
there.  I also became aware my hand was resting on her firm thigh and
had in fact been absently caressing her for some time.  I felt myself
getting an erection, so I gently shook her awake.

Calley moaned a bit and it seemed she rubbed her cheek against my
growing erection a few times before she sat up.

"Sorry to disturb you, but could you please pour me a cup of coffee
from the thermos? Seeing you sleep kind of made me drowsy myself." I
asked.

"Uh..  Sure.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to doze off.  It just felt so
comfortable snuggled to you.  Was I out for long?" she asked, blushing
a bit.

"Not quite an hour, I guess.  You looked so peaceful I didn't wish to
disturb you, but I couldn't quite reach the thermos with you laying
there." I said.

Calley poured me a cup from the thermos and handed it to me, seeming
to cast furtive glances at the bulge in my jeans.  I took a sip,
trying to ignore what I was feeling.

"I think that there is room in the back if you wanted to stretch out
again." I offered.

"No, I'm not really tired.  I was just so comfortable.  I think maybe
I'll have a cup myself." Calley said, pouring one.  Now keeping her
eyes mostly off my crotch.

She leaned back against my shoulder as we sipped at our coffee.  Both
of us lost in our own thoughts.  In mine, I was wondering how I was
going to deal with my emerging feelings for Calley.  I took my
guardianship of her seriously.  Fucking an impressionable fourteen
year old wasn't part of the program, no matter how horny she made me.
I realized that she needed -that she craved- physical attention, so
avoidance of her wasn't the answer.  Not if I desired to attend to her
emotional needs, which I definitely did.  But how did I go about
supplying that without instilling carnal thoughts about her in my
libido? It wasn't helping much that I was getting the impression that
she wasn't quite as innocent as she appeared to be on the surface.

It would have been nice to have had a little support at home.  .  .
in the form of a willing adult woman to help me deal with my own
physical desires.  But I was realizing that Jill probably wasn't
likely to offer any.  Calley's remarks from earlier were right on the
mark.  I was just a plaything for Jill's whims.  I didn't like that
very much.  More than that, I realized I needed a woman behind me that
would support me in my task of caring for Calley for at least the next
four years.  Someone who would actually enjoy having a teen aged
daughter.

The thought of Calley as a daughter helped clarify my mind and put
things into perspective for me.  My erection subsided unnoticed in my
jeans.



We rolled into town late in the afternoon.  After giving Calley a
quick tour of the place, we unpacked the van to save another days
rental on it.

I gave Jill a call to let her know I was back and see if she wanted to
come meet Calley and pick us up when we dropped off the truck and car
carrier.  It was then I discovered just how petty Jill was going to
be.  She was far too busy at the moment to come over.  This pissed me
off a bit, as I knew she wasn't busy, she was just being a bitch.  I
put my car back on the car carrier and took Calley with me while I
dropped off the truck and carrier, driving back in my car.

Once back home, Calley volunteered to cook dinner.  I argued that it
was my turn, but she managed to convince me that I had been driving
all day, so it was only fair that she do the cooking.  I gave her a
hug in thanks.  Calley clinging back for a longer time than the
situation called for.  I didn't mind, I reasoned that she would be
somewhat clingy for some time until she felt more secure about her
situation.  So I returned the hug warmly, letting her hold me as long
as she desired.  But the feel of her young body against me woke up Mr.
Happy again.  I kissed Calley on the forehead and then broke the
embrace.  Calley kind of ginning at me as she turned to start dinner.

I moved to the bar and poured myself a shot of scotch.  Calley caught
this and sort of looked at me funny.

"Do you drink much?" she queried.

"No, actually.  I don't.  Just an occasional shot of scotch in the
evenings.  Sometimes I have a beer or two during a football game.  But
I don't get drunk very often anymore.  At the moment, this is just to
help get rid of the highway jitters." I explained, to relieve her
anxiety.

"Oh." was all Calley said.

I could tell she was nervous about it for some reason.  I wondered if
she related my drinking to her fathers.  I wasn't going to start being
paranoid about my behavior just because Calley was there, though.  She
would find out for herself what my habits were really like.

I kicked back on the sofa and sipped my scotch, watching the sunset a
bit though the big picture windows off the living room.  Mostly I was
distracted, thinking about Jill and her attitude.  I had been gone
almost three weeks.  Instead of being supportive and eager to see me
again, she was playing her manipulation games.  What did she hope to
accomplish? It wasn't like I was going to send Calley back to an
orphanage.  For one, I found I wanted Calley around.  She touched some
untapped paternal instinct in me that I kind of enjoyed.  Beyond that
was my responsibility to her.  I'd promised Nick I'd take good care of
her.  I fully intended to do just that.  Jill's manipulations or not.

Calley called me for dinner, so I downed the rest of my drink in a
shot, then went and rinsed out the glass and set it to drain.  Calley
looked on curiously, as if she was surprised I was only having one
drink.

Over dinner we chatted a bit.  The dinner was good.  We talked about
what recipe's we each knew.  I told her about my recipe data base I
had built off the Internet.  It turned out that Calley was just barely
familiar with computers.  I told her that part would certainly change,
living with me.  She asked all about the Internet and I explained it
to her, telling her I would show her after dinner.  I had to check my
E-mail list anyway, which I'm certain was long after three weeks
off-line.  I normally got up to a dozen messages a day.  Some work
related, but I had quite a few Internet acquaintances as well.

We finished up dinner and then moved to the library, which she
insisted we keep as such, cleaning out the other bedroom as hers.  Not
that it mattered much; they were both the same size and had roughly
the same view and decor, but cleaning out the other one would actually
be less work.  I had a lot of reference books in the library; hence
the name.

I fired up my computer and logged on.  Calley pulled up a chair and
watched intently as I quickly sorted my E-mail, reading the most
pressing ones.  I only answered one or two that required my immediate
attention, then we went net surfing.  Calley seemed in awe about the
fact that we visited sites all over the world in a fraction of a
second.  I told Calley I would get her her own E-mail account with my
ISP so she could communicate with her few friends back in her home
town.  In the meantime, we went out to one of the hundreds of places
that offered free E-mail accounts and signed her up with one that
didn't require my home ISP address for sign up.  I got quite enough
junk mail as it was, thank you.  I explained a lot of the pitfalls to
Calley as we went.  Telling her about not posting her E-mail account
in machine readable form on the news groups.

I wasn't so sure showing her the news groups was a good idea.  The
Usenet news groups are basically full-on anarchy.  Anything goes.  If
you were into it, you could probably find pictures of pregnant
lesbians pissing on each other.  .  .  or worse.  But one of the
things about becoming an adult, is the freedom to act like one.
Making your own decisions about what is and isn't acceptable behavior
(or so I reasoned at the time.) I showed her the news groups.  Even
dipping into a few to show her how to read articles.  I warned her
about posting her E-mail address and about not letting people know she
was a teen aged girl.  She asked why.  .  .  I told her about all the
weirdos, perverts, stalkers and sickos out there just waiting to
pounce on an innocent young girl.

Calley sat back and looked at me kind of funny.  I didn't know how to
read her expression, so I asked her.

"Oh, nothing." she said, looking thoughtful.

I didn't want to push her, so I let it be.

It was getting late.  It had been a long day.  Driving always takes it
out of me.  So I suggested we turn in for the night.  I started to
move things off the bed in the library so she would have a place to
sleep.

"Uncle Mike, could I.  .  ." she said, stalling.

"What?" I asked.

"Could I maybe sleep with you, at least just tonight? I don't think I
could sleep very well alone." she asked, sheepishly.

"Oh, I guess so.  Sure.  We can get your own room fixed up tomorrow.
But first night in your new house.  I don't see what it could hurt." I
answered, a bit reluctantly.

Calley came and hugged me in thanks.  I told her to put on a night
shirt from her bags.  She said she usually didn't wear one, so didn't
have one.  So I found an oversized T-shirt for her that hung down
about half way to her knees.  She kind of chuckled as she took it and
headed for the bathroom to change.  I looked after her, wondering what
the hell I was letting myself in for.

For myself, I got out a pair of pajamas that I seldom wore.  While she
was in the bathroom I quickly changed myself.  I could tell the
pajamas were going to be too hot to get much sleep in.  I reasoned it
wouldn't be too bad if I just wore the bottoms.  Calley came into the
master bedroom all changed.  I tried not to notice how lovely her legs
were beneath the T-shirt, nor the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra
and her nipples were sticking out of the T-shirt.  I tried, but I
wasn't very successful at it.  I told Calley to crawl into bed while I
used the bathroom and shut down the house.

Much to my disconcertion, she gave me a big hug.

"Thank you for letting me sleep with you." she said, hugging me
tightly.

I was blatantly aware of her breasts against my chest.  When I felt
the stirring in my pajamas I kissed her forehead and released her.

"That's okay, Calley.  I want you to feel secure with me." I said,
taking my leave quickly.

I didn't see her grinning at me as I left.

I took my time in the bathroom and shutting down the house, thinking
that maybe she'd be asleep when I returned.  As a safety measure, I
set the deadbolts on my doors.  Something I seldom did when I was
alone.  But now I had a teenage girl in the house.  Suddenly the
deadbolts seemed important, as if every rapist in town would instantly
become aware of her nubile body.  I kind of chuckled to myself as I
returned to the bedroom.

Calley was awake, laying in bed waiting for me.

"I thought you got lost." she chuckled.

"No, just shutting down the house.  I set up the coffee maker for
morning too." I said, turning on the lamp by the bed and killing the
overhead light.

I stripped off my pajama top, making a comment about it being too hot.
Calley just nodded at me, but her eyes surveyed my upper body as I
climbed into bed with her.  Fact was I was in pretty good shape.
Especially for someone who sat at a computer desk all day at work.
But I'm one of those lucky assholes who weigh roughly the same weight
I did when I was in high school.  Even so I spend a good portion of my
summers in my swimming pool shedding any winter weight gain.

I kind of hoped that Calley would stay on the other side of the bed,
but when I crawled in she moved to snuggle to my side.  Until I fell
asleep, it was going to be a bit of hell on me.  I reached and shut
off the lamp.  This seemed to amplify the feeling of her young body
against mine as she snuggled in once again.

I kissed her forehead and wished her goodnight.  She said goodnight
and we both tried to sleep.  I figured if I could make it through the
night, that I'd be alright.  But I was concerned I might touch
someplace on her I shouldn't in my sleep.  I guess I was sort of
restless.  I could feel Mr.  Happy waking up again too.

"Is something wrong, Uncle Mike?" Calley asked softly.

"Uh.  .  No, Calley.  I'm just a bit concerned.  When Jill and I sleep
together, quite often I end up with my hand on her breast.  Or I pull
her against me without being aware of it.  I don't want you to get
scared by it, cause I'm not even aware of when I do it.  So if I grab
you, just push my hands away, okay?" I asked.

Calley chuckled.

"Okay, Uncle Mike.  I'm not worried." she said, still chuckling.

"Let's try to get some sleep, pumpkin." I said.

"Okay.  .  .  I love you, Uncle Mike." she said, snuggling tighter.

"I love you too, Calley.  Goodnight." I said.

"Goodnight." she replied.

Hearing her say she loved me and myself saying it to her somehow made
it easier on me.  I was still aware of her body, but the desire to
take advantage of it was easier to deal with.  A bit later her breath
was slow and regular.  Soon after I followed her into sleep.



CHAPTER 3



I was dreaming.  Soft fingertips caressed my body.  Not like Jill at
all.  She must have changed her ways, as the touch was light and
haunting.  I felt the fingertips trace my chest and abdomen, then they
slipped into my shorts and touched Mr.  Happy.  He responded with a
surge of blood and a low moan escaped my lips.  I felt my shorts
pulled down, something different about them than usual.  I must have
been wearing pajamas for some reason.  The hands pulled them away
along with my shorts.  I felt warm breath in my pubic hair as the
light touch returned and fondly caressed Mr.  Happy.  The breath got
hotter as the mouth neared him.  Then there was suddenly a hot mouth
upon me.  I groaned deeply.  .  .  .

"Calley! What are you doing!?" I gasped, trying to grasp at her.

Calley was paying me no attention.  I heard her chuckling through her
nose as she proficiently sucked me deeply into her warm mouth.  She
kind of pivoted on Mr.  Happy and swung her body away from my grasp.
Once more she sucked me deeply into her hot mouth.

"Calley! Stop! Don't do that!" I gasped, moaning in frustration.

She momentarily lifted her mouth off of me.

"It's okay, Uncle Mike.  I want to." she said, descending once more to
engulf me.

"No! Calley! It's not okay! It's wrong!" I gasped, trying to pull her
off without pulling her hair.

Calley somehow grabbed my hands and kept them off her head.  My will
power was rapidly weakening.

"I don't mind.  I really like it." Calley said, again only lifting her
head a moment to speak.

"No! You mustn't.  Oh god! Calley, I'm gonna cum!" I gasped, unable to
fight her off any longer.

This apparently was exactly what Calley had in mind, because she began
to bob her head as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.
One of her hands let go of mine and wrapped itself around the lower
part of my shaft and began jacking it.  The loose hand did me no good.
I was far beyond any further fight.  My lungs emptied themselves as my
orgasm slammed into me and my hips lifted off the bed as I thrust my
hips repeatedly into her face.  My balls contracted and I spewed three
weeks worth of semen into her hot, young mouth.  Calley hardly seemed
to notice as she swallowed and then continued to suck me as she
drained every drop from my body.  Then she ran her tongue over the
entire area as in search of any trace of my seed.  She gave Mr.  Happy
one last deep suck and then an affectionate lick as I fell back
drained on the bed.

I lay moaning as I tried to catch my breath.  Calley crawled up beside
and snuggled to my side once more.

"Why did you do that? Why didn't you stop!" I asked in a moaning gasp.

"I wanted to.  .  .  because I love you.  You needed it too.  You let
go a real gusher when you came.  I almost couldn't swallow it fast
enough!" Calley chuckled, snuggling to me.

"Why didn't you stop when I told you to, god damn it!" I asked,
angrily.

Calley seemed shocked that I was angry.  She began to get tears in her
eyes.

"I didn't think you meant it! I thought you'd like it!" she cried,
breaking out in sobs.

"Oh god Calley! That's not the point.  It's wrong!" I gasped, pulling
her to me to let her know I still cared for her even though I was
angry.

"Why is it wrong? I love you!" she sobbed against my shoulder.

"Oh god, baby.  I love you too.  But you don't have to prove it with a
blow job! God, you're only fourteen!" I moaned, holding her to me.

"What does that matter?" she sobbed.

"Calley, they could take you away from me!" I said.

"I'm not going to tell!" she cried.

"That's not the point, baby.  Oh god! Where did you learn that?" I
asked.

Calley was quiet for a moment.

"From dad." she said softly.

"From Nick!? Oh Jesus Calley!" I groaned.

I suddenly realized that Calley was nude against me.  It was too much
all at once and I pushed her away.

"Put your clothes on!" I snapped at her.

Calley looked crushed.  She slowly reached out and grabbed the T-shirt
I had given her to wear the night before.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, timidly.

I took a deep breath in preparation of my explosion, but instead I
held it.  Her question had shot right through my heart.  I could tell
it was more than just a horny female asking the question.  Calley had
somehow been taught that the only meaning of love was physical love.
I forced myself to let the breath out slowly, then took another.  I
continued this till I was a bit calmer.

"Please get dressed, Calley.  We need to talk." I said, softly.

"Please don't send me away!" Calley cried.

"I'm not going to send you away.  Come here." I said, extending my
arms to her.

Calley was in them in a shot.  I hugged her tightly to me as her body
was wracked with giant sobs.

She seemed to be hugging me with all her might.  Her body was
quivering against me.  But whatever I felt at the moment, it wasn't
sexual.  I felt nothing but compassion for Calley and whatever it was
she had been through to make her like this.  I caressed her sides and
back tenderly trying to comfort her as she released herself against my
body.

"It's okay, Calley.  I love you.  I'm never going to send you away.
Not ever." I said, far more calmly than I felt.

"I thought you'd want to love me! You said I was pretty!" Calley
gasped against my shoulder.

"You're absolutely gorgeous Calley.  I do love you.  .  .  that's why
I can't fuck you." I comforted.

"I don't understand.  .  .  Dad said you'd fuck me and let me live
with you." Calley said.

"You can live with me as long as you want, Calley.  You don't have to
fuck me to pay for it." I said.

"Don't you want me?" she asked.

"It's not like that, Calley.  You're just too young." I said.

Calley continued to cry against me.  Saying she was just too young had
only increased the flow.  I sat back against the headboard and pulled
her onto my lap.  Then just sat there holding her, rocking a bit to
comfort her till she cried herself out.  Finally she was calmer
against me.  Even though she had ceased crying, she almost quivered in
my arms.

"It's okay, baby.  We'll work it out.  I love you.  I'm not going to
send you away.  .  .  not ever." I said to comfort her.

Slowly Calley's quivers abated as I caressed her back and sides.  I
softly kissed at her tears.  I almost didn't notice the subtle change
in Calley.  Her breathing became heavier and she was caressing me
back.  Her face, still puffy from crying was taking on a flush.  I
realized Calley was becoming sexually aroused.  This reminded me she
was sitting nude on my lap, my shorts and pajamas still around my
thighs.

"Please, Calley.  Get dressed.  We have a lot to talk about." I asked,
again more calmly than I felt.

"Alright." Calley almost moaned in frustration, moving off my lap.

She glanced back almost longingly at my half erect penis as I pulled
my shorts and pajamas up.  Calley pulled the T-shirt over her head and
then found her panties and pulled them on.

"My clothes are in the other room." she said, sullenly.

"Why don't you get dressed and I'll see you in the kitchen." I
suggested.

"I'm sorry.  I thought you'd like it." she said.

"I did like it.  That's not the point.  We'll talk about it in the
kitchen." I replied.

"Dad gave me a letter to give you.  .  .  after I was here." she said
at the door.

"Bring it with you." I said.

 Calley nodded and left.

I sat on the edge of the bed a moment, head hung, rubbing my neck.
Wondering what the hell I was going to do about Calley.  Somehow I
knew that Jill just wasn't an option to turn to for help.  Her answer
would have been to ship Calley back to an orphanage, as she didn't
want her there in the first place.  I realized at that moment that it
was the end of Jill and I.  I felt strangely relieved by that, but I
still needed help with Calley.  I highly doubted that going to the
authorities was the thing to do either.  That would just get Calley
taken away from me faster than I could blink.

I thought of Brenda, the bosses daughter.  Brenda was a psych major
and basically my buddy at work.  It was because of Brenda that I was
in the position I was at work.

When I initially hired on, I was one of two programmers at the small
start up company.  Bill Taylor and I dealt with the task of
programming the embedded controllers and operation software for the
products the company developed.  Over time, as the product line grew,
the job got bigger than the two of us.  More programmers were hired.
Initially, there was no real job hierarchy.  As Bill and I had been
with the company longer and basically knew the ropes, we directed the
new programmers what needed to be done.  When Bill and I were equals,
we bounced ideas off each other and jointly resolved the best method
of doing things.  This changed as the company grew.  Bill had a year
or two of age and a few months seniority over me, so when the need for
a department supervisor arose, the nod went to Bill.  This drastically
changed the relationship between us.  Where before we were free to
debate the merits of doing things one way or another, now Bill used
his authority to always enforce his way of doing things.  The product
suffered because of this.  I almost quit over it.

Brenda found me in the company lunchroom writing out my resignation
and sat down and talked with me over a cup of coffee for a couple of
hours.  She listened carefully as I explained my reasons.  She nodded
to herself and asked me to hold off for a while till she talked to her
father, the owner.  Apparently she convinced her father that the best
thing for the company, was for me to sort of be my own department,
answering directly to her father.  Bill became the full supervisor
over the other programmers, but I was his equal in rank.  My job was
working out the best way for a project to be programmed.  It was
explained to Bill that his supervisory tasks would be distracting from
the programming, I was free to concentrate solely on the project at
hand.  Then together Bill and I hashed out the final details.  It
worked beautifully.  Brenda and I had been buds ever since.  Partially
because I never used her friendship to resolve other political
problems at work.

Brenda was with the company because her father had asked her to be
there.  She was a sort of roving trouble shooter.  Free to stick her
nose into any area she felt like in search of potential problems.
When she found any, she set about resolving them the best she could.
She was good at it.  Her position as the bosses daughter was never an
issue.  As often as not she was on the workers side against her
father.  Both the employees and her father respected her for what she
did.  It wasn't her first love, psychology was.  She had her masters
degree in it.  That, and the fact she was my buddy prompted me to pick
up the phone and call her.

"Brenda, It's Mike.  Oh, it was interesting to say the least.  Listen,
Hon, can you get away for a little while? I've got a serious problem
on my hands and I really need to talk to someone about it.  Where? Ah,
could you perhaps come over to my place? About two? That would be
great! Okay, see you then and.  .  .  Thanks.  Probably be back next
Monday if things work out.  No, it's not job related.  It's a personal
problem, I've got one very screwed up young lady on my hands and I
don't have a clue what to do.  No, not Jill.  I'll talk to you about
it when you get here okay? Okay, see you at two, then.  Bye." my side
of the conversation went.

I felt better having taken the step to at least ask for help.  I
didn't in fact know how Brenda was going to take the whole thing, or
even how I was going to get away from Calley long enough to explain
things.  But it was a start.  I made my way to the bathroom.  While
there, I took a quick shower.  During the shower I recalled the events
of the morning.  I started to get another erection.  "Bad boy!" I
scolded it, reaching down and flipping the tip with a stinging blow
from my finger nail; Like you would flip a bug into orbit off a picnic
table.  The sharp pain seemed to reverse the direction it was heading.

I found Calley in the kitchen.  She already had breakfast cooked.  She
looked very pensive and worried, so the first thing I did was move to
her and hug her reassuringly.  Calley seemed to hug back tightly, as
if she were still afraid I'd send her away.

"It's okay, baby.  We'll work it out." I told her, hugging her
tightly.

"Please don't send me away.  I'll do anything you want me to do." she
said, pensively.

"I'm not going to send you away.  But we do need to talk about what
happened." I said.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to make you mad at me!" she half cried.

"I'm not mad at you, baby.  I love you." I said, kissing her forehead.

"You were mad earlier." she said.

"I ...  was frustrated.  You upset me with what you did.  Not because
I don't love you.  I do." I said.

"I thought you would enjoy it.  Dad always did.  You said I was pretty
and I felt you get hard whenever you hugged me yesterday.  I thought
you wanted it!" she said, beginning to cry again.

"That's not the point, Calley.  That thing between my legs has a mind
of it's own.  The damn thing would respond to just about any contact
with a girl as pretty as you are.  But that doesn't mean that I let it
control me.  There are other factors involved here.  I have ethics.  I
am your legal guardian.  There are certain things we just can't do, by
law.  That's one of them." I said.

"I wouldn't ever tell! I never told anybody about dad.  .  .  except
you..  .  after he died." she said, ending sadly.

"I know, baby.  That's not the point either.  But if the authorities
ever found out about it they'd take you away from me and I'd go to
prison.  I don't want that to happen.  Mostly I don't want to lose
you.  I love you." I said, holding her tightly.

"But what about what dad did and said?" Calley asked.

"I don't know, Calley.  I can't answer for him, let me see what he
says in the letter.  Sit down and eat your breakfast while I read it.
Okay?" I asked.

Calley nodded, hugging me just a moment longer before releasing me and
sitting down.  She wiped her eyes with a towel as she handed me the
letter.  I opened it up and began to read.



Mike, old buddy:

Guess by now you've found out what a hot little blow job artist Calley
is.  She's also got the tightest, sweetest pussy this side of the
planet! Nice tits too! She'll fuck you any way you like, any time of
day or night.  Fact is she seems to love it.  The more I fucked her or
had her suck me off the more she seemed to love me.  So now she's your
problem.

I know, right now you probably think I was a pretty sick fucker.
You're probably right about that, but I'm gone now so it doesn't
matter much what you think of me.

I doubt I could begin to fully explain it to you.  After Sally got
killed, Calley was all I had.  I wanted to run away from the world.  I
wanted to die.  But I had Calley, so I couldn't.  Still, I couldn't
stay away from drinking a lot.  One night I was drunk and horny as
hell.  I couldn't afford a sitter to go out.  We were flat broke.  I
was sitting back, drunk and feeling sorry for myself.  Calley asked if
there was anything she could do for me.

"Not unless you feel like giving me a blow job like your mom used
to.." I told her.

That was the way it got started.  I guess she was ten then.  She asked
what a blow job was and I told her.  So next thing I know, she's
giving me one.  God, I should have stopped her.  But .  .  I didn't.
Seemed like every time I got drunk after that, Calley would end up
giving me a blow job.  I managed to hold off fucking her till she was
twelve.  Before then I'd had a vasectomy so that pregnancy wasn't a
problem.  Once it got started, well I just couldn't say no to her.
Until my liver got worse she spent every night in my bed.

I'm sorry to dump all this on you, Mike.  I don't know how you're
going to react to all this, but I'm asking you, as a buddy, not to
leave her alone in the world.  She really is a great kid, Mike.  She
gets straight A's in school and keeps the house nice.  She doesn't ask
for much.  She actually likes to get fucked at least a few times a
week.  She even likes it up the ass.

So that's the deal, buddy.  She's your problem now.  I know it's the
shits that I'm dumping her on you, but I don't know who else to turn
to.  Please take good care of her.  She deserves it.

Nick.





I had tears in my eyes when I finished the letter.  Calley seemed very
pensive about it when I looked up at her.  I just reached out and
pulled her onto my lap and held her, crying against her shoulder.

"It's okay Uncle Mike.  I love you.  We can go fuck if you want."
Calley said, trying to comfort me.

I held her tighter.  Forcing myself to take a deep breath.

"No baby.  You don't have to fuck me to prove you love me.  I don't
know what we are going to do, but we'll work it out.  Okay?" I said.

"Okay.  .  .  I really don't mind.  Fact is I like it." she said,
still trying to cheer me up.

"No baby.  We can't do that.  I know you don't mind.  But we can't do
that.  I don't want to lose you.  Not ever." I said, holding her to
me.

We just sat hugging each other for a long time.  Finally Calley asked
what was in the letter.  I let her read it.  I held her close as she
read it.  Getting tears in her eyes.

"I don't want to be a problem for you, Uncle Mike.  Really.  I'll do
just what he says.  I'll fuck you anyway you want.  I'll cook for you
and keep the house clean.  I'll get straight A's in school.  Just
please don't send me away!" she cried.

"I'm not going to send you away, not ever Calley.  I love you.  You
don't have to fuck me.  You don't have to clean the house or do the
dishes or get straight A's or give me a blow job.  I'm gonna love you
as hard as I know how anyway." I told her, hugging her tightly.

"But I want to fuck you.  I love you!" she said.

"I know, baby.  I know.  I know you think you need to do that for me
to love you.  But you don't.  .  .  .  I guess you've gotten used to
thinking that way.  I guess you've gotten used to being fucked a lot.
I don't know what we'll do about that.  I really don't.  But I just
can't do it.  I can't do it because I love you so much." I said,
fighting my tears again.

"I don't understand.  If you love me, why can't you fuck me?" she
asked, confused.

"Because it isn't right baby.  What your dad did wasn't right either.
There are other ways to show someone that you love them.  I'm all
you've got now and I'm gonna be the best damn father I can be for you.
I'm gonna show you all those other ways you can show a person that you
love them without fucking them.

"I don't know what we can do right now about dealing with the desires
you've learned to feel.  You shouldn't have had to deal with this yet,
but I guess that doesn't matter.  So what we are going to do, is to
talk about it.  Okay?" I asked.

"Okay.  .  .  I do love you Uncle Mike." she said, kissing my cheek.

"I know you do, Calley.  I love you too.  .  .  .  I've got a good
friend -Brenda- who is going to come see us this afternoon.  She's
really, really nice and I'd like for you to talk to her.  I think she
can help you figure out how to deal with the things you are feeling.
I've known her almost as long as I've known you and I trust her to be
able to help you.  Would you like to try talking with her?" I asked.

"Okay, Uncle Mike.  I'll talk to her.  I like girls too.  Sometimes
Dad would bring one home and we'd both fuck her." Calley said, almost
cheerfully.

"It's not like that, Calley.  I don't think Brenda likes girls that
way.  She'll just be talking with you.  Like a friend.  Okay?" I
asked, fighting my emotions once more.

"Okay.  Anything you want, Uncle Mike.  Anything at all." she said,
winking at me.

"That's fine, Calley.  When she gets here, well, I need to talk to her
first.  Maybe you can check out the pool and go for a swim if you're
careful.  Do you know how to swim?" I asked.

"A little bit.  I can float real good." Calley beamed.

"Okay, just stay on the shallow end until I can give you some more
lessons." I said.

"Sure.  I can do that.  You'll love my bikini! It's hot!" Calley said,
rolling her eyes and winking at me.

"I'm sure I will, Calley.  Now finish your breakfast." I said, kissing
her cheek and scooting her off my lap.

Calley turned back to me and kissed me full on the lips.  Given the
events of the morning, it wasn't much of a shock when her tongue
forayed into my mouth.  At the moment, I didn't fight it.  As I had
finally determined that the problem was -far- bigger than I was going
to be able to resolve in a day.  I did kiss back reservedly though.

"You eat your breakfast too, Uncle Mike.  You haven't touched it!" she
chided.

"Yes ma'am." I grinned, picking up my fork.

We both dug into our breakfast.  It was in fact very good.  I thanked
her with a kiss on the forehead and then set about doing the dishes.
Calley wanted to help, but I said it was my turn and that I was used
to it.

Afterwards, we started in on her room.  I showed Calley where to stack
things in the basement and garage.  She moved boxes as I got them
sorted and packed.  In the process we ended up studying each other
quite a bit.  I don't know what she was thinking, but myself I was
wondering how she could be so dualistic.  One moment a cheerful
fourteen year old, the next moment a submissive sex toy.

I caught her looking at my crotch again several times.

"I hope you figure out what we're going to do real soon.  Cause I'm
horny as hell!" she said, half joking.

"I hope I figure it out too, Calley.  I hope we both do.  But lets see
what Brenda can think of, okay?" I asked.

"Okay." Calley said, moving another box.

After she left, I sat back a moment reflecting over just what it was I
was fighting against; An adorably hot, tight, and very willing
fourteen year old sex slave.  I must be a fucking lunatic to fight it.
But I just couldn't do it.  I couldn't let myself take advantage of
her.

We got Calley's room cleared out and cleaned.  The place didn't look
bad at all, if a little masculine.  I suggested a change in bedding
decor and Calley agreed with me.  We loaded into the car and headed
for one of the malls.

I let Calley pick the bedding she wanted.  She was leaning toward one
set, but frowned at the price.  She selected a second set instead, but
looked longingly at the first set.  I sent her on a quest to find me
some socks and after she left had the teller ring up both sets.  I
knew Calley was really going out of her way not to be a burden to me.
Passing up on the more expensive bedding for a cheaper set was just
one way.  I figured two sets of bedding wasn't out of line.  She could
put off washing one for a day or two while using the other one.
Calley returned with a nice set of stockings I would never have picked
for myself.  I added them to the order.  Calley seemed surprised by
the total.  I just had them run my card.

"Thanks, Uncle Mike.  You didn't need to do that." she said, giving me
a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You can use one set while the other is in the wash." I said simply.

I glanced at the time and noticed we had enough for a bit more
shopping.  I guided Calley to the women's section and told her to pick
out some things.  She always seemed to go for the lower priced item
over what she really liked.  She finally selected a single outfit of
economy jeans and a blouse that was just okay.  I sighed and went
around and picked up every one of her first selections then carried
the pile back to the register.

"What are you doing? I just need the one outfit." she asked.

"School is coming up.  We'll come back for more when we have more
time." I replied, paying for the pile.

"Uncle Mike! This is too much! I don't need all this.  Especially the
expensive stuff." she argued.

"Shaddup.  What I can afford is my business." I replied, signing the
ticket.

Calley fell silent, looking a bit hurt.

"I was joking." I said.

Calley kind of grinned at me.

We walked back through the mall.  It was close to lunch time.
Food-court and food are a usually a contradiction in terms to me, but
Calley looked longingly at it, so I guided her to it.  After walking
past most the selections, Calley seemed to agree with my assessment.

"Why don't I fix us something at home?" she offered, seeming suddenly
startled.

"I have a better idea.  I know of a great sandwich shop on the way...
Something wrong?" I asked.

"No.  .  .  I was just surprised to hear myself call your house home."
she replied.

"It is your home, Calley.  For as long as you wish." I said.

Calley smiled at me and took my arm as we left the food court.

We stopped at the Deli I had in mind and we each directed them in
building custom sandwiches for us.  While I was there I got some lean
roast beef and some pastrami.  Also some smoked Gouda, Provolone and
Swiss cheeses.  Calley was looking longingly at some smoked turkey
breast, so I added a pound of that.  She declined any special request
for cheese.

"You've got to stop doing that." she said, once in the car.

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Buying me everything I look at." she said.

"Calley, I make about ninety-thousand dollars a year.  As it is, I pay
double payments on my house mortgage.  I'm years ahead on my payments.
I own my car outright and I have good returns from my stock
investments.  I have more money than I can spend by myself.  If I
can't spend some of it on someone I love dearly, then what's the
point?" I asked.

Calley got tears in her eyes.  She leaned over and hugged my arm.
Then took my hand and softly kissed the palm.

"I don't need your money, Uncle Mike.  It's your love that I need."
she said.

"You have it, Calley." I replied.

At home she hugged me tightly then kissed me, again using her tongue.
I resisted a bit.

"Don't you like to kiss?" she asked, pulling back.

"I love to kiss, Calley.  I always have.  But a bit less tongue would
make me feel more comfortable." I said.

"And a bit more of yours would make me feel..  .  I'll shut up." she
said, grinning.

We ate our sandwiches.  We were just finishing up when the doorbell
rang.  Calley excused herself to go change into her swimsuit.  I
opened the door for Brenda.  She gave me a quick hug and then walked
in.

"So what's up? You went to Gordo's for lunch? God I'm jealous! I
haven't had lunch yet.  They make the best sandwiches!" she said,
spotting the wrappers on the table.

"There's some roast beef, pastrami, swiss, provolone and gouda in the
fridge from there.  I'll make it for you.  What would you like? " I
asked.

"I'll make my own.  You can tell me what this is all about." she said,
moving to the kitchen.

Calley chose that moment to enter in her very hot bikini, thus
answering a large portion of the question.

"Brenda, I'd like you to meet Calley Ainsely, my god daughter and now
legal ward.  Calley, this is my good buddy, Brenda Fairchild." I said,
introducing them.

The two women did a once over evaluation glance at each other as only
women can do.  Sizing each other up in a fraction of a second.  I
guess they each liked what they saw, as they grinned at each other as
they shook hands.  Brenda kind of half raising her eyebrow toward me.

"So nice to meet you Calley.  Mike seems to have all sorts of secrets
I was unaware of.  Will you be staying here long?" Brenda asked,
shaking Calley's hand.

"As long as she likes.  .  .  Her father just passed away." I answered
for Calley.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Calley.  What about your mother?" Brenda
asked.

"She died too, when I was just a girl." Calley said, sadly.

"Oh, honey.  I'm so sorry.  So I guess you'll be staying a while
then?" Brenda asked.

"Forever if he'll let me." Calley said, softly.

"As long as you'd like, Calley.  As long as you'd like." I said.

Brenda looked at me a moment and smiled.

"Why don't you check out the pool, Calley.  While I have a little talk
with Brenda.  Be careful as you just ate.  Don't go swimming for a
while yet." I suggested.

"Okay, Uncle Mike.  I can work on my tan.  Nice to meet you Brenda.
I'll see you later." Calley said, excusing herself.

Brenda watched her go, raising her eyebrow to me again in response to
Calley's backside.

"Nice young lady.  .  .  but I gather from your face you're not quite
in the same level of heaven the typical male would be?" Brenda asked.

"You have no idea." I half moaned.

"So tell me about it.  Where's your bread?" Brenda asked.

I gave Brenda a quick tour of my kitchen stock and then she sat me
down with a cup of coffee while she made her sandwich.  I started
talking, telling her the whole story.  She listened carefully as she
ate her creation; a sort of Dagwood special.  Everything was Jake,
until I got to that morning.

I blushed bright red as I related the events of the morning.  Brenda
sat back listening intently to my every word.  Afterward she was
quiet, sort of nodding to herself as she looked out the patio window
at Calley sunbathing in her skimpy bikini.  To fill in any blanks, I
handed Brenda the letter Nick had Calley give to me.

Brenda read it without comment. I couldn't tell from her expressions
what she was thinking.

"I see." she finally said, thoughtfully, folding up the letter and
handing it back.

"I feel really guilty over what happened this morning.  Once I
realized it wasn't a dream, I told her to stop.  I even tried to grab
her, but .  .  .  " I faltered.

"Oh, I don't blame you a bit for that.  You men are such helpless
puppies once a woman gets their mouth on you.  We could get you to do
anything we wanted.  We could guide you off a cliff and you'd hardly
notice as long as we kept sucking." Brenda kind of chuckled.

"So what do I do?" I asked.

"Huh? I don't have a clue at the moment.  I need to talk to Calley and
see what she has to say.  Do you have any other swim suits?" she
asked.

"I think there is a one piece Jill wears occasionally when she swims
here." I replied.

"That would not be my first choice, but get it." Brenda said.

I moved off to the bedroom and searched through the drawers until I
found the suit.  While I was at it I discovered a two piece someone
had left after a pool party.  I offered both to Brenda, who took them
to the bathroom.

A while later Brenda came out in the two piece.  My jaw basically hit
the deck.

"Having that nubile little minx around, I'll gladly accept that
evaluation." Brenda chuckled, using her fingers to push my mouth shut.

"So what do I do?" I asked, blushing and trying not to break my eyes
at the same time.

"Go do some man shit.  Play in your workshop...  but that's not a good
idea in your condition.  You might lose a finger using power tools.
Go do some programming or something.  I'll get acquainted with
Calley." Brenda said, heading for the patio.

Her flip side was just as dangerous as the front.  I watched her go,
wondering how come I had never realized what a fox Brenda was before.

I stood looking out the window a bit as Brenda pulled a chaise up next
to Calley's.  She glanced back through the window at me still standing
there, looking stupid.  She waved me away and then said something to
Calley.  It looked like they both broke out laughing.

I tore my eyes away from the sight and moved to the library.  I
actually did have some programming to do, but I didn't get much done
on it for a while.  I kept glancing out the back window at Brenda and
Calley talking on the deck.  Each time what I saw was a virtual wet
dream with the two women laying in their skimpy bathing suits.  They
must have talked for hours.  I don't know.  Eventually, I got
distracted answering my E-mail.  I'm certain I sent the wrong replies
to half of them each time I looked up.  The two women took a dip in
the pool to cool off, then they rubbed suntan lotion on each other and
Mr.  Happy sprung to full attention in dress blue veins.  I forced
myself to go back to my E-mail.  When I looked up again, neither one
was in sight.  I panicked a bit, jumping up and looking out the
window, but I didn't see either of them.  I saw no bodies floating in
the pool.

"Looking for someone?" Brenda asked from behind me.

"Oh! You startled me.  I looked up and couldn't see anybody on the
patio.  I was just looking to see if you both had drowned." I replied,
looking sheepish.

Brenda was back in part of her clothes.  She had her blouse atop the
swim suit.  Not an unpleasant sight by itself.  She entered the room
and pushed the door shut behind her.

"Calley's fixing us some dinner.  I took the liberty of inviting
myself." Brenda said, moving to the other chair.

"Oh, sure, what did she say?" I asked, moving nervously back to my
seat.

"Oh, for starters, she confirmed all that you told me.  At this point
I'm extremely proud of your behavior toward her.  You've renewed my
faith in mankind." Brenda half chuckled.

"I don't know about other men, Brenda.  I only have to live with
myself." I said.

Brenda smiled at me and nodded.

"Fact is -I think- that most men would have still been fucking her, or
still trying after they had already fucked themselves dry.  But you
didn't do that.  Discounting the initial episode, which I already told
you I don't fault you for.  The first thing you did was ask for help.
Other guys might have asked for a different kind of help, like calling
all their buddies to come get some.  You, called me, that's why I'm
extremely proud of you.

"That all said, you still do have one very screwed up young woman on
your hands.  It's as you speculated.  She's learned to equate all love
with physical love.

"Right now you are quite an enigma to her.  You've told her you love
her, you buy her nice things, you dealt with all the legal problems
involved, setting up her trust fund and such and you've let her come
live with you, yet you won't fuck her.  She doesn't understand.  Fact
is she's dripping in her panties over you.  I don't fault her for
that, but it doesn't solve your problem." Brenda said, eyeing me
warmly.

"So what do I do?" I asked, again.

"You do what you've been doing.  A little local support would be nice.
What's the story with Jill?" Brenda asked.

"I don't know.  .  .  Yes I do.  I guess I've just been avoiding the
facts.  I doubt I could count on Jill for anything other than a
suggestion I send her back to an orphanage.  In fact I could probably
guarantee it if she learned of this mornings events.  Jill didn't want
her here in the first place.  She doesn't see Calley as our problem or
our responsibility.

"The fact that Nick saved my life means nothing to Jill.  Not that
that is the reason I am doing this.  I want to help Calley.  She's a
good kid who's had some bad hands dealt to her.  Things she damn sure
didn't ask for or deserve.  Shuttling her off to an orphanage or an
endless line of temporary foster parents isn't what she needs.  She
just needs a family to love her.  But fucking her isn't what I had in
mind when I accepted her." I said.

"So what are you going to do about Jill?" Brenda asked.

"What I should have done a long time ago.  Dump her.  Calley was
right; I'm just providing Jill's entertainment at my expense.  I
haven't seen her in three weeks, but last night she was suddenly too
busy to come meet Calley and see me.  That's just her game playing.
She's punishing me for bringing Calley back with me.  I don't know
what she thought I was going to do.  It's not like I could walk away
from my responsibilities just because she doesn't feel like supporting
me." I said.

"Well, alright! I've been waiting to hear you say that for two years!
Jill's been nothing but a manipulative bitch since you met her.  I
never did see what you saw in her." Brenda congratulated me.

"That surprises me.  You never said a word about it before." I said.

"It wasn't my place." Brenda said, looking uncomfortable for some
reason.

"Why not? You've been my friend for longer than that." I said.

"Oh.  .  .  Just a bit too close.  I had too much of a personal
interest in the outcome.  My biases forbid me from saying anything."
Brenda said, not looking at me.

"I don't follow.  What biases?" I asked.

Brenda glanced at me and then quickly away.

"I shouldn't tell you." she said.

"Why not?" I asked, now intrigued.

"Because I don't want you to get the wrong idea about you being in the
position at work that you are.  You earned that position." she said,
still not looking at me.

"What the hell are you talking about, Brenda? I know I've earned my
position.  I've done great work for the company.  I still do.  So what
shouldn't you tell me?" I asked.

"That.  .  .  I've had a crush on you since the day you started
there." Brenda said, tears in her eyes.

I looked at her a moment.  She glanced at me and then away again.

"I'm sorry, Mike.  I shouldn't have told you.  It's not fair of me to
dump that on you right now." she said, wiping her eyes.

I seriously doubted that she expected what happened next.  I wasn't
exactly sure myself, only the next thing I knew Brenda was in my arms
and we were kissing.  I had tears in my own eyes.  Tears of joy.

Brenda didn't fight me in the least.  In fact she was clinging to me
tightly as I kissed her.  I haven't a clue how long the kiss lasted,
but I suddenly felt Brenda shudder and moan in my arms.  She had
orgasmed.  I slowly pulled back to gaze into her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me before this?" I asked.

Brenda lay her head on my shoulder a moment before replying, then
kissed my cheek.

"At first, you were too important to the company.  I knew you were
good the day you started.  I didn't want to screw it up for father if
you didn't like me.  Then, after we got to know each other better, I
was afraid to.  I couldn't face not having you around, for the same
reason.  Eventually, you met Jill, then I couldn't tell you." Brenda
said, hugging me tightly.

"Brenda, I love you.  I have since I first met you.  I couldn't tell
you because you were the bosses daughter.  I didn't want to get fired
for coming on to you or maybe disappointing you if I wasn't what you
wanted." I said.

"Oh god! Ain't we a pair!" Brenda moaned into my shoulder, then pulled
back and kissed me like I had never been kissed by anyone.

Mr.  Happy came to life with a vengeance.  Brenda pulled back and
looked at me, smirking.

"Calley told me about feeling that.  I was a bit jealous of her over
that.  I wondered what it would feel like myself...  I've wondered
about it for years now." she said, sliding her hand down and squeezing
me softly.

I half groaned over the feel of her hand on me.  I never wanted
anybody like I did her at that moment, but I had responsibilities I
needed to attend to first.

"You are most welcome to experience that any place you'd like it.
After I deal with my immediate problem at hand.  What do I do about
Calley?" I asked, reminding her why she was there.

"If I'm not assuming too much, part of the problem is solved.  You
need someone to support you locally.  Count on me.  I think Calley's
adorable.  I'll give you all the support I've got to give." Brenda
said, huskily.

"Might I assume you are volunteering to be her mother?" I asked.

"Only if her new father asks me properly." Brenda chuckled.

"Excuse me, I have to make a phone call." I said, releasing her.

Brenda looked hurt a moment as I picked up the phone.  I dialed Jill's
number.

"Hello Jill." I said.

"Mike! I've been waiting for you to call all day.  What are you going
to do about that little brat?" Jill asked.

"What I should have done years ago, Jill.  The biggest brat I know is
on the phone with me right now.  The engagement is off.  I don't want
to see you anymore." I said.

"What!? What are you talking about? You can't dump me just like that!"
Jill said.

"I just did.  I need someone who's going to support me, Jill.  Not
someone who wants me to forget about my obligations just to suit their
whims.  You decided ahead of time not to like Calley.  You call her a
brat, but you've never met her.  She's a straight A student and a joy
to know.  That's all besides the fact that even if she was a brat it
would still be my obligation to raise her the best way I could.
You're not interested in supporting me in that.  I'm no longer
interested in you as a partner.  Good-bye, Jill." I said, hanging up
the phone.

I turned back to Brenda, who was grinning at me fiercely.  The phone
started ringing before I ever made it to her.  I stalled long enough
to switch on the answering machine and turn down the volume.

"Sorry, it wouldn't have been right to be engaged to two women." I
said, dropping to my knee before Brenda.

Brenda looked down at me, a shocked expression on her face that I was
actually going to do it.

"Will you marry me, and become Calley's new mother?" I asked.

Brenda looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Yes, conditional upon her approval of me." she said.

"Agreed." I said, standing to take Brenda into my arms again and kiss
her.

We kissed for a long time.  Finally, we were interrupted by a soft
knock on the door.

We parted and Brenda leaned back against the desk as I bid Calley to
enter.

"I'm sorry to disturb you.  The phone kept ringing once or twice and
then stopping.  So I answered it.  Jill's on the phone and she's real
pissed off about something.  She called me a little bitch and I never
even met her." Calley said.

I chuckled and picked up the phone behind me.

"I meant what I said, we have nothing further to talk about.  You can
pawn the ring, I don't think it would be very welcome on my new
fiancee's finger.  Good-bye, Jill." I said, hanging up the phone
again.

Calley just looked at me funny.  I waved her into the room.

"Calley, how would you feel about Brenda for a new mother?" I asked,
grinning at her.

Calley looked between us in disbelief.

"Brenda? Really? Oh that would be so cool!" she said.

"You're certain of that?" I asked.

"Well, Yeah! I really like Brenda! She'd be about the coolest mom on
the planet." Calley said.

"Then come give me a hug, daughter." Brenda said.

"For real? You mean you're serious? You're dropping Jill and marrying
Brenda?" Calley asked.

"Yes." I said.

"You'd do that for me?" Calley asked, getting misty eyed.

"Not exactly, Calley.  That's not a sacrifice on my part.  It's
anything but.  It turns out that Brenda and I have been in love with
each other for years and neither of us knew it.  Not till you came
along." I told her.

Calley just stood there with her mouth open a moment.

"You mean you're actually letting me pick my new mother?" she asked.

"Uh huh." I said.

"Oh God! Yes! Brenda!" Calley cried, running up and hugging me
tightly.

"Hey, I asked for a hug first!" Brenda chuckled.

Calley squeezed me a moment longer, then leapt into Brenda's arms.
They hugged each other tightly for a long time.  Then Calley pulled
her head back and gave Brenda a big, sloppy wet kiss.  Brenda seemed
to be quite enjoying it for a moment, then she pulled back.

"Now none of that, young lady.  Mike's right.  Not so much tongue."
she chuckled.

"I don't understand.  You liked it this afternoon." Calley said.

"That was before I knew I was going to be your mother." Brenda
chuckled.

"Now I'm really confused." Calley said.

"Me too." I said.

"Oh it's quite simple Mike.  How do you think I amused myself all
those years while I was waiting for you to make up your mind about
me?" Brenda chuckled.

"What? You're into women?" I asked, incredulously.

"Oh certainly not exclusively.  A few men have turned my head.  None
like you did, but a few caught my attention.  But women were the only
way that I could save myself for you and still get laid.  I seduced a
fair number of the secretaries who have passed through our company in
the past eight years.  You just didn't notice that either." Brenda
said, still chuckling.

"What, you're a virgin?" I asked.

"Technically, yes.  No man has been inside me.  A few other things,
but no man.  Do you wish to rescind your offer?" Brenda asked.

"Not a chance.  That just means you will understand better what I'm
going through with Calley." I said, grinning.

"Oh, much better than you think.  See, I was thinking much the same
thing earlier this afternoon.  I thought maybe I needed to see your
perspective to really understand the situation, although the view of
her in that bikini taxed me very near to my limits...

"Anyway, when Calley kissed me when we came back in, I let her.  It
was all I could do to keep my hands of her ass, so I know just exactly
what you are going through." Brenda said, looking at Calley, who
blushed.

"So what does this do to the deal we made this afternoon?" Calley
asked.

"I guess, my little darling, that it gets extended to me as well."
Brenda mused.

"What deal are you talking about?" I asked, smelling a full on
conspiracy with me as the victim.

"Oh, we never got to talk about that after we got distracted about
being in love and getting married and such." Brenda chuckled.

"So you want to fill me in now?" I asked.

"Okay, sure.  The basic problem is this; that you are Calley's legal
guardian.  Which I would assume I would also become, when we get
married.  Okay your main objection to making love with Calley is that
it is ethically wrong.  That you would be taking advantage of a minor
who wasn't legally entitled to make up her own mind about it.  Am I
correct?" Brenda asked.

"Basically, yeah.  I'd still be like a father to her though, even
after she turned eighteen." I said.

"Like a father isn't the same as being a father.  You aren't her blood
relative.  No birth defects would result from your mating with her.

"So the deal I worked out with Calley this afternoon was that she
would wait until she was eighteen before putting the real moves on
you.  In the meantime.  .  .  You let her sleep with you.  Turns out
that she not only likes sleeping with you, she has a real hard time
sleeping anywhere else.  She says she's never slept better in her life
than when she is in your arms.  Anyway, she promises not to hit you
with any more unannounced blow jobs or to mount you in your sleep or
anything like that.  She'll even dress modestly during the day and
generally be a good girl.

"The chink in the deal, was Jill.  The fact that you weren't getting
enough decent loving for Calley not to be a constant temptation to
you.  I have full intention of curing that particular problem.  The
other side was that Calley couldn't sleep with you when you slept with
Jill.  I don't particularly mind if she sleeps with us.  In fact I
think I'd love snuggling with her myself.  So if it's okay with you,
then all your problems are solved." Brenda concluded.

"Uh....  But what about dealing with the desires Calley has in the
next four years?" I asked.

"Oh.  .  .  I have that part figured out.  Especially now with you to
take care of my needs.  Mr. Happy would get lonely without me." Brenda
chuckled.

"Mr. Happy? How do you know about him? I never told you that! I never
told anybody that!" I gasped.

"I'm talking about my vibrator.  What the hell are you talking
about?." Brenda asked.

"Mr. Happy.  .  .  is what I call my....  dick.  I have since I was
...  a lot younger." I admitted, blushing.

Both Brenda and Calley busted out laughing.

"Oh god! This is just too good to be true! I still get Mr. Happy and
Calley does too!" Brenda gasped, going off on another laughing fit.

"I just can't wait to try him!" Calley gasped, going off again
herself.

I couldn't help it.  I lost it myself.

Soon all three of us were rolling on the floor laughing.



CHAPTER 4

It was about three weeks later.  I was laying in bed snuggled between
Brenda and Calley.  All of us were nude.  I had just made love with
Brenda, with Calley looking on wistfully.

Calley was being a real sport about it, she was sticking to her deal.
Although the toll for batteries might just bankrupt me.  At first
Calley would watch, then go off into the other bedroom for a while by
herself.  But eventually, she started using her dildo while she
watched.  This turned out to be the most satisfying for all involved.

Fact is that it's exciting as hell to have a fourteen year old girl in
the midst of orgasm in bed with you while you are having sex!

Myself, I was getting all the sex I could handle at the moment.
Brenda turned out to be a real firecracker in bed.  She woke me every
morning with a blow job.  She almost demanded that she get laid every
night.  For the time being, she was on the pill, so even that was more
satisfying for me than it had been.

A few little side occurrences happened as well.  Brenda and I got
quite used to Calley slipping us her tongue when she kissed us.  She
was being good otherwise, so we let her get a way with it.  Brenda and
I were certainly giving each other enough that it wasn't quite the
temptation it had been previously, for either of us.

Everybody was happy?That is until this night.



"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jill's voice asked from the
foot of the bed.

"Jill? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" I asked,
raising my head.

"I still have my key.  I came to see for myself if you were sleeping
with the little slut.  Turns out you are.  With company too.  The
authorities ought to be real interested in this situation." Jill said,
almost maniacally.

"Jill, get the fuck out.  Brenda and I were married two weeks ago." I
said, angrily.

"I don't see that matters much.  What about the little trollop next to
you there? Married or not the authorities won't much care for her
being a participant in your sick games." Jill said.

"She isn't.  Neither of us has sex with Calley.  She just sleeps
here." I said.

"You expect me to believe that?" Jill asked.

"I don't really care what you believe, Jill.  I don't know if you
noticed in the two years we went together, but I don't lie to other
people.  Not even those I don't like very much, like you.  Now get
out.  You can leave your key on the table.  You aren't welcome here
anymore.  If you come back, you will be charged with breaking and
entering and trespassing." I said.

"Oh, I don't think I need to come back.  The authorities will be quite
interested in what I have to tell them about this time." Jill smirked.

"Jill, why the hell would you want to do that? Just to be vindictive?"
Brenda asked.

"You bet, bitch.  He was mine!" Jill spat.

Calley raised her head and looked at Jill.

"Is this the woman you were going with? What a bitch! God am I glad I
chose Brenda for a mom instead of her!" she said.

"You chose?" Jill asked.

"Yes.  They gave me my choice.  Brenda's one of the nicest women I
ever met.  I never met you before tonight, but I knew I wouldn't like
you.  Not from the way you were treating Mike." Calley said.

"How do you know how I was treating him?" Jill asked.

"Just from what he told me about you.  You used him to supply your
entertainment.  He paid for it.  In return you were cold, not liking
to be touched.  Maybe gave it too him once a week, with the lights
out, if he was a good boy and jumped through all your hoops correctly.
I certainly made the right choice for a mom.  I can hug Brenda anytime
I want and she hugs back and really means it.  She keeps Mike happy
too.  Very happy." Calley said.

"Okay, Calley.  I don't think Jill needs any more information.  Jill,
get out.  You aren't welcome here." I said.

"Oh, you needn't worry about me coming back.  It will be the police
and child welfare people who come to take this little slut away." Jill
said, angrily.

"Jill, you don't know what you are talking about.  Get out NOW!" I
said.

Jill turned and left.  I slipped on a robe and got up to make certain
she left.  Her car screeched out of the driveway.

Brenda came and laid a hand on my shoulder in support.

"She really is a bitch, isn't she." she asked, rhetorically.

"Yes...  I don't think she'll let it go either.  We have a real
problem again." I sighed.

"Will they take me away, Uncle Mike? Oh god please don't let them.  I
love you two so much!" Calley cried, moving to my other side.

"I don't know how they will handle it, Calley.  But we'll fight it
with every dollar we've got." I said, holding her tightly.

"It maybe would be a good idea if you slept in your own bed for a
while, Calley." Brenda said.

"No.  I think it's more important than ever that she know we mean what
we say.  We promised her she could sleep with us.  We meant it.  You
know she doesn't sleep well by herself.  We'll all go back to bed,
together.  But I do think that pajamas are in order." I said.

We spent a fitful night snuggled together.  Waiting for a knock on the
door.  It didn't come till the next afternoon.  The child welfare
agency showed up with a court order backed up by two sheriffs
deputies.

"Do I have to go with them, Uncle Mike?" Calley asked, fearfully.
Tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm afraid so, Calley.  It's the law, however much we may not like
it." I said, fighting my own tears.

"But these people are my mother and father! I love them more than
anything on earth!" Calley argued with the Welfare people.

"Even real parents sometimes abuse their children." the welfare worker
said, looking at us with disdain.

"But they didn't abuse me! Neither one of them! They've never laid a
finger on me!" Calley argued.

"That will be determined." the welfare worker replied, still looking
at us as if she had already tried and convicted us.

"But I don't want to go!" Calley cried.

"Calley, this isn't helping.  We all know what this is about.  All
they have to go on are the vindictive charges of a frustrated woman.
I told you we'd fight it and we will.  Go with them now.  You'll be
alright.  I promise." I said.

Calley looked between Brenda and I with big crocodile tears in her
eyes.  My heart was broken by the look on her face.

"We'll do everything we can do to get this straightened out, Calley.
But they have a court order.  Either we obey it, or we go to jail.
That would only make things worse, baby.  Right now, at this moment,
there is nothing we can do to stop them.  We already talked to a
lawyer this morning.  He's filling papers on our behalf at this very
moment.  We aren't abandoning you Calley, we love you.  We won't ever
abandon you.  We'll fight this with our last cent." Brenda said,
hugging her tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Are you folks certain that you have your facts straight?" one of the
deputies asked the welfare people.

"You're just here to do your job, officer." the lady spat back at him.

"Yes ma'am.  But I've been out on lots of these calls.  I can tell you
that this isn't like any of the others.  This girl does not look
unhappy about being in this home.  She is obviously quite distraught
about having to leave it.  They don't seem very eager about letting
her go either, but they are complying with the law.  They are even
instructing the child that she is to comply with the law.  The charges
that were filed were from a woman who has a personal interest in
upsetting the lives of these people.  She had no apparent interest in
the welfare of the child.  On the surface I would say that a great
injustice was being done here." he replied.

"The facts of the situation will be determined by professionals,
officer.  You will do your job or we will file charges against you as
well." the woman spat.

"Yes ma'am.  But I will also be filling an accurate, full and truthful
report on this case." he said, looking at Brenda and I.

"Take the child, officer." the woman said.

Calley was still clinging tightly to Brenda.  I had to help peel her
off.

"Calley, listen to me!" I said.

Calley finally let go and turned to me.

"Now I promised you that I would take you and care for you.  I
promised your father that I would take care of you.  I promised that
it was you and me for as long as you wished.  That where I go, you go.
Now Brenda has promised you the same thing.  We meant what we said,
Calley.  We will do whatever it takes for us to be together.  In the
meantime, you have to trust us.  Okay?" I asked, tears running down my
cheeks.

"Okay, dad.  I trust you.  I trust you and mom.  You're the only ones
though." she said, throwing her arms around me and hugging me quickly.

She finally pulled back and kissed me on the forehead, she turned and
did the same to Brenda, then turned to the officers and went out the
door with them.

The welfare workers followed, but the fact was they looked troubled.



"What did your father say when you talked to him?" I asked, pulling
Brenda into my arms and holding her tightly.

She clung to me as tightly as I was her.  At the moment we both needed
each other and we knew it.  We both also knew that Calley needed us
just as badly and at the moment she didn't have us to cling to.

"He's behind us 100%.  Ever since he met Calley he's become the
proudest grandfather on earth.  He's having the corporate lawyers
gather depositions from everybody at work and forwarding them to our
lawyers.  They are available as back up if needed.  Everybody is
behind us.  It just irks me that Calley has to suffer through this."
she said, holding me tightly.

"We'll get through this somehow, Brenda.  I promise we'll get Calley
back." I said.

"I know.  But I'm worried about her in the meantime.  Those assholes
with the welfare agency can be hard on a kid if they don't tell them
what they want to hear." Brenda said.

"I know.  I'd better call our lawyers and let them know they've taken
Calley." I said, finally releasing Brenda.

Brenda clung to me a moment more and then released me.

"We'll do whatever we need to.  We've got to.  .  .  for Calley's
sake!" she said.



CHAPTER 5



It was an unusual scene in the courtroom when the hearing on Calley's
case arrived.  Instead of a few interested parties, the courtroom was
filled to capacity with well wishers, co-workers from our company and
enough legal power to stop a mile long train in full motion going
downhill.  Whether or not it could stop the child welfare people was
another question.

Jill was there, having been subpoenaed.  She didn't look too happy
about it.  I did my best not to look at her.

The court was called to session.  The judge more than a little
surprised by the scene that greeted him when he walked in.  He was
quite used to conducting these hearings in an informal manner.  Too
many times they were pretty straightforward.  This one didn't look
like it would be.

"I don't know what all this mess is about, but we're here today to
determine the best course of action concerning the welfare of one
Calley Ainsely.  That is the sole purpose of this proceeding and I
mean to see that we determine the facts of this case.  Prosecution,
you may call your first witness." the judge said.

"Thank you, your Honor.  The prosecution calls Jill Tanner to the
stand."

Jill got up and was sworn in, stating her full name for the record.

"Miss Tanner, for the record, how long have you known the defendants."

"Objection! Your honor, this is an informal hearing.  Mr. and
Mrs. Irvin are not on trial here." the defense attorney called.

"Overruled.  In as sense they are.  Their fitness as parents is being
determined.  Don't try to turn this into a legal circus." the judge
said.

"Yes, your honor." the defense said, not liking the way it was going
already.

"Please answer the question, Miss Tanner." the judge instructed.

"I've known the defendant, Michael Irvin for over two years.  I was
engaged to be married to him." Jill replied.

"Alright, in your own words, would you describe the conditions which
prompted you to make your accusations against the defendants." the
prosecution asked.

"Yes, on the night of August fourteenth, approximately one week ago, I
went to the defendants home and let myself in with a key he had
previously given to me.  Since returning from back east with...
Calley, Michael has been acting very strangely.  He suddenly broke off
our engagement and has refused to see me or take my calls.  I was
concerned over him, I went to his house to find out what was going on.
I looked around, but I couldn't see anybody.  I went into the master
bedroom in search of Michael.  When I got there, I was shocked to find
Michael, Brenda and Calley all naked and in bed together.  I asked
Michael what was going on, but he told me it was none of my business
and told me to get out.  I left, but I reported the incident to the
child welfare agency." Jill testified.

"Thank you.  No further questions." the prosecution stated.

"Defense do you wish to cross examine?" The Judge asked.

"Yes your honor.

"Miss Tanner, How did you feel about Mr. Irvin being granted custody
of Calley?"

"I was opposed to it.  Michael gave me no warning whatsoever of the
event.  Yet he was granted custody based upon the assumption that we
were to wed, that I would become the child's step mother."

"I see.  And you didn't wish to become a step mother?"

"No, not particularly.  Especially to a child I had never met."

"Okay, lets move on.  When Mr. Irvin returned, did you see him right
away the day he returned?"

"No, not until the night I walked in on them all naked in bed
together."

"Please restrict yourself to the questions without elaborating, Miss
Tanner." the judge chided.

"Yes, your honor."

"So you did not see Michael the evening he returned?"

"No"

"Were you aware he was back in town?"

"Yes."

"And how did you know that?"

"He called me when they got in and asked if I would pick him up at the
truck rental agency when he took the rental truck back."

"And did you?"

"No"

"And why not?"

"I was busy."

"Doing what?"

"I don't recall."

"I see.  And how long was Mr. Irvin back east?"

"About three weeks."

"Did you know when he would return? If so how?"

"Yes, he called me and told me when he was leaving."

"I see.  So you hadn't seen your fiancee for three weeks and you knew
he was returning to town.  Yet you were too busy to see him that
evening, but you don't recall what you were doing?"

"Yes".

"I see.  Let's move on.  Did Mr. Irvin give you a reason for breaking
off your engagement?"

"Uh, I don't recall."

"You don't recall? I remind you that you are under oath."

"He was hysterical."

"What exactly did he say?"

"Something about me not supporting him."

"Over his guardianship of Calley?"

"Yes, I believe so."

"I see, which you really didn't support?"

"No."

"So was he justified in terminating the relationship?"

"OBJECTION."

"I withdraw the question, your honor.  Let's return to the night you
walked in on the Irvin family.  Did you witness any immoral behavior?"

"They were naked in bed together! All of them!"

"I repeat, did you witness any immoral behavior? Were they engaged in
any sexual acts?"

"I don't know.  They were all under the covers."

"So how did you know they were naked?"

"I could see no clothing on any of them."

"You said they were under the covers.  How could you tell?"

"I could see they were all bare on top.  I could see bare shoulders on
all three of them.  I saw no evidence of bra straps on either of the
..  females."

"But you did not see their lower torsos?"

"No"

"And you did not directly witness any sexual acts? As they were all
under the covers?"

"No"

"What in fact were they doing when you walked in?"

"It looked like they were asleep.  But they weren't.  They each talked
to me."

"They talked to you?"

"Yes"

"What did they say?"

"Michael told me to get out, that I wasn't welcome."

"I see.  Did he inform you that he was married to Mrs. Irvin?"

"Uh, I guess."

"Did he or didn't he."

"Yes, come to think of it, he did."

"When, was this later?"

"I don't really recall"

"Wasn't it in fact contained in his first statement to you?"

"It may have been."

"It may have been.  Isn't it true that in fact he told you to get out,
that he and Mrs. Irvin had been married two weeks previous to that?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"You guess so?"

"Yes, alright.  That's what he said."

"And your response?"

"Uh, I questioned him about the presence of the child."

"I see.  And his reply?"

Jill was squirming pretty badly as she replied.

"He said she slept there."

"That's all, just slept?"

"That's what he said."

"And you didn't believe him?"

"She was naked....  she was in bed with them!"

"But you witnessed no immoral acts.  You can't even say for certain
that they were nude."

"no"

"I see.  You stated that all three of them spoke to you."

"Yes."

"What did the child say?"

"Uh...  she said something about having picked Mrs.  Irvin to be her
mother."

"I see.  And what did Mrs.  Irvin say to you?"

"Uh...  I think she accused me of being vindictive."

"Of being vindictive? Why would she say that?"

"I told them I was going to report them to the child welfare agency."

"Which you did?"

"Obviously.  Yes."

"And were you being vindictive?"

"I don't understand the question."

"It's very simple.  Did you report them because you felt slighted that
Mr. Irvin married his then wife Brenda instead of you?"

"No, I reported them for the good of the child."

"Who's guardianship by Michael you opposed?"

"Yes."

"I see.  Lets move on.  Did you know Mrs. Irvin prior to this?"

"I've met her before."

"I see.  When was the first time?"

"I don't really recall.  It was at some company gathering."

"When was that?"

"I don't know exactly.  Shortly after I met Michael."

"So, about two years ago?"

"About."

"And how long has Mr. Irvin been employed there?"

"He told me then he had been there six years, so I guess about eight
now."

"And how was Mrs. Irvin introduced to you?"

"She was the bosses daughter."

"The owners daughter?"

"Yes."

"I see.  So if Mr. Irvin has been employed there now eight years and
Mrs. Irvin is the owners daughter, then it is likely that Mr. Irvin
has known Mrs. Irvin about eight years now?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Six years longer than he has known you?"

"Yes."

"I see, no further questions."

Jill was shaking visibly when she stepped down off the stand.  She
knew she had been shown to be nothing but a vindictive, jilted woman.

"What was that all about?" I quietly asked the attorney.

"Just showing her for what she is." He whispered back.

The prosecution then called the child welfare worker to the stand.
She was sworn in and stated her name for the record.  Initial
questioning established that Calley was quite rebellious.  Using
profane language at her and her co-workers.  The child had not
admitted to any sexual abuse from the defendants, but a medical
examination had shown that she had indeed lost her virginity.

"Ms. Cravits, are you insinuating that the child entirely developed
her rebellious nature and use of profanity in only three weeks time in
custody of the defendant?" the defense asked on cross examination.

"No, but the defendant, Mr. Irvin had custody of her for two weeks
before that."

"So he had her a total of five weeks?"

"Yes."

"Is it likely that the behavior developed in that period of time?"

"It's possible, yes.  Especially if the child was subjected to severe,
sexual abuse."

"Isn't it more likely that the behavior developed over a much longer
period of time?"

"It is possible."

"I see.  In the medical exam of the child, did the doctor who made the
exam state when the child's virginity was lost?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Did he state that it was a recent injury?"

"Not specifically."

"What specifically did he state?"

Ms. Cravits now squirmed a bit.

"He stated that the child had not been a virgin for some time."

"Longer than five weeks?"

"Yes."

"So Mr. Irvin could not have been the person who took the child's
virginity?"

"He may still have been.  The child stated that she has known him most
of her life."

"But you have no specific evidence that it was him?"

"Not specifically, no."

"Do you have any evidence to the effect that it was him?"

"No, not exactly."

"Did you ask the child if it was Mr. Irvin?"

"Yes."

"Did she admit it?"

"No, she denied it.  But she may have been under extreme emotional
duress to do so."

"Did you ask the child who in fact did take her virginity?"

"Not specifically, no."

"So in fact, except for Miss Tanners complaint, you have no specific
evidence of wrong doing on the part of the Irvins?"

"Not specifically, no.  But the child has been abused."

"But you have no evidence that abuse was performed by the Irvins?"

"No."

"I see.  And what are your qualifications for your position?"

"I hold a bachelors degree in developmental psychology." she said,
proudly.

"I see.  Are you aware of Mrs. Irvin's education level?"

"No."

"So you weren't aware that Mrs. Irvin holds her masters degree in
developmental psychology?"

The woman paled.

"No, I was not."

"Thank you.  No further questions."

The other welfare workers testimony equated to much the same
conclusion.

The prosecution made the error of calling the deputies who removed
Calley to the stand.  They didn't have much to say for the
prosecution.  Only that the Irvins had lawfully complied with the
court order and that they had encouraged Calley to do so as well.
Then the defense got up.

"Deputy, have you been assigned to take custody of many children from
their parents or guardians?"

"Yes, Far too many."

"How many would you say?"

"Over one-hundred."

"I see, and was this case similar to those others?"

"No, it was very different."

"How so? Why don't you just describe the difference in your own
words."

"In many cases, there is clear evidence of physical abuse.  Sometimes
it makes you sick the things people do to their kids.  In cases where
there may not be visual evidence of the abuse, the children are shy
and withdrawn.  They are clearly scared to death of their parents.
Many of them are particularly thrilled to be taken out of the house.
This was not the case at the Irvin residence.  The child was clearly
afraid of being taken away from the Irvins.  The Irvins in fact had
quite a hard time convincing the child to go with us willingly.  She
was clinging to her step-mother.  She was crying.  They all were.  It
was blatantly clear that none of them wanted the child to be taken,
they were just obeying the law."

"I see, and this is unusual?"

"Very.  I've never seen any other instance like it.  The child may
have been abused, but I seriously doubt it was by the Irvins."

"What are your qualifications for making these determinations?"

"I hold a bachelors degree in criminology and my masters in
developmental psychology."

"Just one more question, Deputy.  What is your opinion of the
relationship between the Irvins and the child in question?"

"They love her very dearly.  She loves them and needs them.  I got the
impression that they all loved and needed each other."

"Thank you, no further questions."

It was desperation on the prosecutions part, but they called Calley to
the stand.  She was sworn in.  When asked to state her name she
replied: "Calley Ainsely, but I'm going to petition to have my name
changed to Irvin."

"Miss Ainsely, were you in fact in bed with the Irvins when Miss
Tanner walked in, announced or not?"

Calley looked nervous.

"Yes."

"Were you wearing any clothing under the covers?"

"No."

"So you were in fact naked in bed with them?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Sir?"

"Why were you naked in bed with them?"

"They let me sleep with them."

"They let you?"

"Yes, I asked."

"You asked them to let you sleep with them?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because for many years I haven't slept well at night.  The first
night I spent alone with Uncle Mike was the first time in years I
haven't woken up from nightmares."

"When was that?"

"Just over three weeks ago, on the way back here.  It was a long
drive, so we got a motel in the middle of it."

"He took you to a motel?" the prosecutor craftily asked.

"It was a thousand mile drive.  It was safer to sleep in the middle of
it.  Yes, we stopped at a motel.  Uncle Mike rented a room with two
beds in it."

"But you didn't use the other bed?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"After dinner, we sat on the bed together and watched part of a movie.
I leaned against Uncle Mike.  I felt so comfortable with him, not like
I had with anybody for years.  Not since my mother got killed.  I was
so glad he had agreed to take me, I guess I started crying.  Mike held
me in his arms while I cried.  I fell asleep that way.  Instead of
waking me, he pulled a cover over us and held me all night long.  That
was the first night I didn't wake up from nightmares.  I woke up the
next morning snuggled to his side.  We were both still wearing our
clothes."

"What did you do then?"

"That morning?"

"Yes."

"I got up and took a shower."

"Did Mr. Irvin ever see you undressed in the motel room?"

"Yes."

"Ah, When?"

"When I came out of the shower.  He was asleep when I first came out,
I reached into my suitcase for my clothes.  I guess the noise woke him
up.  I looked down and he had just opened his eyes.  He was still
facing as he had while he was asleep."

"But he was looking at you naked?"

"I guess, I was halfway dressed when I noticed he was awake."

"What did he do?"

"He apologized and turned away."

"And?"

"I don't follow."

"What did you do?"

"I told him I wasn't shy about my body and finished putting my bra
on."

"Why did you tell him that?"

"Because he looked real embarrassed about seeing me that way."

"Lets go back to the night Miss Tanner walked in.  You were naked?"

"Yes, I've said so."

"Why were you naked?"

"I like to sleep that way.  I don't like clothes on at night.  They
feel like somebody holding me down."

"Ah.  Has anybody ever held you down?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"My father."

"Mr. Irvin?"

"No, my birth father.  Nick Ainsely."

"He held you down?"

"Yes."

"Has Michael Irvin ever held you down?"

"No."

"Has Mrs. Irvin?"

"Yes."

"Ah, Mrs. Irvin held you down?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"She was tickling me."

"Where?"

"On my ribs."

"Did she ever touch you anyplace she shouldn't have?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"My ribs.  I'm real ticklish."

The courtroom broke out into laughter over that one.  The judge banged
his gavel, but he was in fact chuckling himself.  The prosecutor knew
he wasn't doing well.

"Calley, did Mr. Irvin take your virginity?"

"No."

"Who did?"

Calley looked around nervously.

"Do I have to answer that, your honor?"

"You don't want to?" the judge asked.

"I'd rather not.  It has nothing to do with the Irvins It wasn't
them."

"I'm sorry, Calley.  But it might help me decide if you get to stay
with the Irvins." the judge said.

"Alright...  It was my father." Calley said in a weak voice.

"Your father took your virginity?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yes."

"Not Mr. Irvin, your natural father?"

"Yes." Calley replied, tears in her eyes.

"When was that?"

"Over two years ago.  I had just turned twelve." Calley said, now
openly crying.

The courtroom was quiet in shock over the statement.  The prosecutor
looked visibly pale.

"When did you first meet Mr. Irvin."

"I don't exactly know.  I was very young."

"He knew your father?"

"They were in the gulf war together.  My father saved Uncle Mike's
life."

"So you knew Mr. Irvin as a child?"

"Yes, he used to play with me.  He was a lot of fun."

"Like your father played with you?"

"No, not the same.  Not like you are implying.  That didn't happen
with my father until later, after Mike had move away."

"And where was you mother then?"

"She was killed by a bus when I was about seven."

"Your father started abusing you then?"

"No.  Not right away."

"When?"

"I guess I was ten."

"You said he took your virginity when you were twelve."

"Yes."

"How did he abuse you before that?"

"I don't know if you call it abuse.  Daddy was real unhappy about mom
dying.  He used to drink a lot.  That's part of what finally killed
him.  He was drunk one night and unhappy.  I remember he was kind of
crying.  I wanted to make him happy again.  He hardly ever played with
me anymore.  I didn't think he loved me anymore.  I asked if there was
anything I could do to make him happy again.  He said not unless I
wanted to give him a blow job like mom used to.  I didn't know what he
meant and I asked him.  He told me what it meant.  Then he passed out.
He was real drunk.  He was hurting so bad from missing mom.  I wanted
to make him happy, so I did it.  He sort of woke up a bit while I was
doing it.  He seemed real surprised that I was doing it, but he was
still real drunk.  He didn't stop me.  It made him smile.  When he
sobered up, he wouldn't talk about it.  I think he was mad at himself
for letting me do it.  But he played with me more.  So next time he
got drunk I did it again.  It seemed the more I did it, the more he
played with me and the happier he was.  At least at first.  Then he
got to feeling bad again about what I was doing.  So he quit drinking
so much so I wouldn't do it.  But he didn't play with me as much then.
Then he started drinking again so I started doing it again.  It seemed
like that was the only time he loved me." Calley said, tears rolling
down her cheeks.

"You used your mouth on him?"

"Yes."

"On his penis?"

"Yes."

"Alright, Calley.  Just one more question.  Did you ever use your
mouth on Mr.  Irvin."

Calley looked up nervously.  She looked at the judge and then over at
the table to us.  You could see the hopelessness in her eyes.  She was
trapped.

"Yes." she almost whispered.

There was a general gasp and a murmur in the courtroom.

"You did?" the prosecutor asked, suddenly seeing things swing his way.

"Yes." Calley cried.

"When?"

Calley was fighting her tears, but she just couldn't do it.  She burst
out sobbing.

I was feeling about a hairs width tall.  I wanted so badly to take
Calley in my arms and comfort her.  Brenda sat at my side, crying
herself and gripping my hand tightly.  My lawyer had his head in his
hands.  Shaking his head slowly.

"I think we've heard about enough." the judge said.

"No!" Calley cried.

"You have something more to add?" the judge asked.

Calley fought her tears and nodded vigorously.

"Alright, take your time." the judge said.

Calley fought to compose herself.  She looked over at me and Brenda
and it seemed to steel her.  She took a few deep breaths until she
could breath easier.

"It was the morning after we got back here.  Because I had slept so
well the night before, I talked Uncle Mike into letting me sleep with
him again.  When we got back, he poured himself a drink.  I thought
that maybe if he got drunk like daddy did, that I could do it to him
and make him love me.  But he only had one drink, like he said he was
going to.  Anyway, I talked him into letting me sleep with him.  He
made me wear a night shirt and he put on pajamas.  Even so it felt so
good to snuggle to him.  I just fell right to sleep.  Or almost right
away.  He was worried he might touch me like he shouldn't in the
night.  He said sometimes when he slept with his girlfriend that he
would wake up with his hand on her boob.  He told me to push his hands
away if that happened.  In the morning, I woke up and his hand was on
my boob.  It felt really good.  I never felt so safe and comfortable
in my life.  I thought that him being asleep was maybe like him being
drunk.  So I pulled off my nightshirt and panties and then carefully
pulled down his pajamas and shorts.  I was real careful not to wake
him.  Then I used my mouth on him.  At first I guess he thought it was
a dream, cause he smiled and moaned.  But then he sat up suddenly and
got real mad at me.  He told me to stop, but I thought he didn't mean
it.  He tried to grab me and pull me off, but I held his hands away
from my head.  Then he came.  For a moment, he was real happy, like
daddy used to get.  Then he got real mad at me again." Calley said.

"What did he do?" the prosecutor asked.

"He said we needed to talk."

"Talk?"

"Yes.  Talk.  I could tell he was real upset.  I was so afraid he was
going to send me away.  But he didn't.  I offered to fuck him.  But he
wouldn't."

"You offered to have intercourse with him?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yes, I offered to fuck him.  I wanted to."

"You really wanted to?"

"Yes, it had been a long, long time.  I was horny as hell."

"But he declined?"

"Yes.  He said it was wrong.  He said we couldn't do it."

"But he wanted to?"

"Oh sure.  I mean he was really hot for me.  He'd get a hard-on almost
every time I hugged him.  But he didn't try anything at all.  I really
wanted him to.  But he didn't.  Even when I begged him to fuck me, he
wouldn't."

"So what did he do after you used your mouth on him?"

"Well, at first he was real mad.  That's when I asked him if he wanted
to fuck me.  I thought he was going to explode.  But suddenly he got
calmer.  He just pulled me onto his lap and just held me."

"How did he hold you?"

"Like he loved me." Calley said, tears once again in her eyes.

"How do you mean, loved you?"

"I mean he just held me.  He didn't touch my boobs or between my legs
nor on my ass.  He just held his arms around me and rocked me gently.
Trying to tell me why we couldn't fuck.  I didn't understand, but it
was so different.  I wanted him to love me.  I thought that's what
fucking was.  That it was how you showed someone you loved them.
That's why I wanted to fuck him.  But he said there were other ways to
show someone how much you loved them.  That he was going to show me
all the ways that a person could show another how much they loved them
without fucking them.  He said that I didn't have to fuck him to show
him I loved him.  That I didn't have to prove it to him.  Then he told
me to go get dressed, that he would talk to me in the kitchen." Calley
said, stopping before she mentioned the letter.

"He made you leave?"

"Just the room....  not his house." Calley said, looking at me with
love in her eyes.

"So did you talk in the kitchen?"

"Yes."

"What about?"

"Why he wouldn't fuck me."

"Did he say anything about using your mouth on him?"

"You know, you have a dirty mind!" Calley said.

The courtroom busted out laughing again.  This time it took the judge
several thumps of his gavel to quiet it down again.

"Please answer the question, Calley." the judge said.

"Alright.  Yes, he told me it was all wrong.  That it didn't matter
whether or not I told anybody about it, that it was still wrong.  He
said he couldn't fuck me because of something called ethics.  He told
me that he had a friend who he wanted me to talk to that afternoon.  I
guess when he sent me to get dressed that he called Brenda.  He told
me he wanted me to talk to her.  That we would work it out, that he
wasn't going to send me away, not ever.  He told me that I could stay
with him as long as I liked.  Then we ate breakfast."

"That's it? You talked and ate breakfast?"

"Pretty much.  Then we cleaned out my room for me.  I told him then
that I hoped he figured out what we could do pretty quick cause I was
real horny.  He said he hoped so too, that he hoped Brenda could
figure out something."

"Just one more question about this.  Then we can move on.  Since that
fist time when you used your mouth on him, has there been any contact
between you and Mr.  Irvin at all?"

"Not like you are asking."

"How do you mean.  He touched you in other ways?"

"Sure, he hugs me.  He tells me he loves me.  He lets me snuggle to
him when we watch TV or when we sleep.  Sometimes he tickles me a
little, but never too much.  Sometimes he kisses me on the forehead.
Sometimes he lets me kiss him on the mouth.  But he won't let me kiss
him like I really want to.  So yes, he touches me in other ways.  In
good ways."

"Okay, lets move on.  You said you both hoped Brenda -Mrs. Irvin-
could figure out something that could help you be.  .  ."

"Not so horny?" Calley asked.

"Yes.", the prosecutor said, blushing.

"Yeah, what about it?" Calley asked.

"So did she?"

Calley looked at him a moment.  She'd figured out that his whole
purpose was to find any little bit that he could use against Brenda
and I.

"Yes."

"What?"

"She gave me her dildo."

"Mrs. Irvin gave you a dildo?"

"Yes, I said that."

"Why?"

"So I wouldn't be so horny all the time!" Calley said.

Chuckles were heard around the courtroom.  The judge looked up and
they silenced.

"Why didn't you just do without?"

"What planet are you from?" Calley asked, looking at the prosecutor.

The courtroom busted out laughing again.  The judge banged his gavel,
but was chuckling again himself.

"What do you mean?" asked the prosecutor.

"I mean....  Look, except when my real father got real sick at the
end, I'd been having sex with him lots over the past two years.  When
I say lots, I mean lots.  Usually once or twice a day.  At minimum
several times a week.  That was when he was feeling really poor.
Otherwise it was as much as four times a day when I didn't have to go
to school, like in the summer.  Fact is that I got so I really liked
it.  I got so I would get grumpy if we didn't do it at least several
times a week.  Now I don't like being grumpy anymore than you do...
That may be wrong, maybe you like being grumpy, but I don't.

"Now Uncle Mike wouldn't fuck me because of his ethics.  I'm fourteen
years old so nobody else will fuck me either.  If I don't get sex, I
get grumpy.  I get horny, I want sex.  I don't think somebody telling
me not to have sex is going to make me feel any better.  I told this
to Brenda.  She understood.  She gave me a dildo so I wouldn't have to
have sex with anybody else.  Now do you understand?" Calley asked.

"Thank you, that will be all." the prosecutor said, indignantly.

Calley turned to the judge.

"Can I say something, your honor?"

"Yes, Calley.  What?" the judge asked.

"Well, it's just that...  It seems to me that everybody is questioning
whether or not the Irvins are good parents.  About whether or not they
are going to teach me the right things or whether or not they are
abusing me in some manner.  That's what this is all about, right?"

"Yes, that's why we are here, Calley." the judge said.

"Well if that's the case.  Then I think I have something to do with
that decision.  I'm in the middle of it.  What I want should matter a
lot to those who are deciding what's best for me.

"That being the case, then I need to tell you what I want.  What I
want, is to live with the Irvins.  I want it more than anything else
on earth.

"Not because they abuse me or don't abuse me.  Not because some up
tight lady with a clip board does or doesn't approve of the way they
do things.  But because I love them.  Because they love me.  I know
they love me.  I know I love them.

"One of the biggest reasons I love them, is for the exact reason that
everybody is so spooked about.  Because Uncle Mike wouldn't do the
exact thing everybody is accusing him of.  He wouldn't fuck me.

"I understand now why he wouldn't.  I understand now how you can show
someone else that you love them without fucking them.  I didn't know
that before.

"He didn't fuck me to teach me that.  He doesn't let me sleep nude
with him to have sex with me.  He does it because that's the way I
sleep best.  Brenda didn't give me a dildo to corrupt my morals.  She
gave it to me so I could deal with something I was taught to need by
someone who didn't love me a fraction of what they do.  Something that
wasn't going to go away just because someone who didn't feel
comfortable with the subject told me to ignore it.

"Uncle Mike didn't coerce me into giving him a blow job while he was
asleep.  He got mad as hell when I did it.  What would anybody who was
trying to follow the rules do about that?

"In the eyes of the law, I'm still a kid.  Fine, there is nothing I
can do about that.  The law says I can't have sex.  Fine, the law
didn't manage to stop my old man from fucking my brains out and making
me need sex.  So now what? I do need it.  I'm not going to suddenly
stop needing it just because everybody would feel more comfortable if
I did.  So my new parents have helped me to deal with these things.
They did it the best way they could figure out how.  They didn't do it
like the lady with the clipboard is implying or the grumpy prosecutor
is trying to prove.  They didn't abuse me.  Someone else did that.
They are just trying to help me to deal with that in the best way they
know how.

"If you take me away from them, the people that I love the most.  The
people that love me the most, then what is going to happen to me? Who
is going to help me deal with that as effectively as they have?

"Most teen aged orphans never get adopted.  Most people who want to
adopt want cute little babies, not some teenager who's old man used to
fuck her.  So I would spend the next four years of my life living in
either an orphanage, where I would not get the love that the Irvins
give me, or in temporary foster homes, where I would never know from
one minute to the next where I was going to be sleeping, if I could
sleep.

"My only hope would be that just maybe someone would come along that
would love me.  I mean love me enough not to fuck me.  Someone who I
could love with all my heart, someone I didn't have to fuck to prove
to them that I love them.  I have that now.  With the Irvins.  With
Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda.  With my chosen Dad and Mom.  That's what
I want more than anything else in the whole wide world.  I just want
to go home, with them.  That's all I have to say, your honor."

The judge took a moment to wipe his eyes.  Most everybody in the
courtroom was doing the same.  Including Brenda and I.

"I'd say that was as much as anybody needs to hear, you are quite a
remarkable young lady, Calley.  I find no reason to change the
conditions of your guardianship.  This case is dismissed.  You are
free to go home with those who love you.  Just see to it that you
don't give your dad any more reason to get mad as hell at you." the
judge said, winking at Calley.

"I can go home?" Calley gasped.

"Yes, Calley.  With those you love, who also love you so much." the
judge said.

The courtroom broke out in wild applause.

Calley jumped up out of the witness chair.  She came flying across the
banister and met Brenda and I halfway, after leaping out of our chairs
on our way to her.  She threw her arms around us both and hugged us
tightly as we hugged her back with all our might.

"You just wait until you are eighteen, young lady!" I whispered to
her.

"I'll wait, Dad.  Gladly.  I'll wait!" Calley said, tears of joy in
her eyes.

"Let's go home." Brenda said.

"Yes, Mom.  Lets go home." Calley replied.



The end

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