Incest/Taboo Meg's Awakening

Meg nodded against his neck and shoulder. "I'm on the pill."

"This is a big step."

"I'm tired of being a virgin. I need a cock inside me." She rose up and kissed his nipple, her moist red lips lingering on the erect bud, making him squirm. She felt his cock twitch in response. "I need YOUR cock inside me."

"As you wish. You don't know how much I've thought about this day and longed for it, sweet Meg."

With a quick giggle, she rolled off her uncle, rising to her knees, and gazing down at his body.

"Lie still," she said. Like that beautiful Monday morning back in May, she straddled her uncle's legs, slowly moving up until her swollen pussy lips hovered over his noble erection. Philip drew a sharp breath as her slender fingers wrapped around his veined pole, pulling the skin taut, accentuating his swollen, purple helmet glistening in the dim, diffused light.

From talks she had with her friends who had already "lost it", Meg knew there might be some resistance, a little blood, and even discomfort as Philip entered her body, but again, she was glad not to be in the back seat of someone's car or burrowed beneath the bleachers at Wildcat Stadium. She loved her guys, Bill and Michael, but this was the way she wanted it, with a mature, experienced man.

A nice bed, some quiet solitude, and plenty of time, plus that solid cock's going to clear a path, hymen be damned! I don't know if I can take it all. Just go slow, girl.

By now, the tip was slick with her juices and Philip's pre-cum. He clenched the bedclothes, fighting not to maul his niece with his own barely controlled desire and need.

"Ahhh..." Eyes closed, Meg rubbed her slit back and forth against the tip, biting her lower lip as she took the first inch, all the while gyrating her hips in a motion as old as time. "Mmmm..."

"Goddamn, Meg," Philip's voice quivered. His hands lifted from the bed for a moment, then dropped back. Gazing at his niece above, her shifting breasts contoured by the light accentuating her nipples, he concentrated on not coming too soon. He wanted this to be perfect for her.

With a couple of inches in, Meg released Philip's cock, reaching out to grip the headboard as her ass continued undulating with a gentle, steady motion against the object of her desire. Philip stared at his niece, awe-struck, as she took in more of him, centimeter by centimeter, her swaying breasts mere inches from his face. As wet as she was, her virgin pussy was tight, and full penetration would not come easily.

"Tell me, Unc." Meg's eyes opened. Pleasure made them glow with a calm, dreamy quality as she languidly took her time. "How many virgins have you fucked? Is this your first time, too?"

"I'll never tell," he smirked. "But goddamn if your pussy isn't the tightest I've ever had. I'm trying so hard not to come."

"I'll bet you say that to all the girls." Meg's right hand released the headboard to touch his cheek. "Remember what you told me that first time?" She smiled. "Don't hold back. Let it come." With a devilish grin, she reached back to squeeze and fondle his swollen testicles, fingers caressing the underside of his shaft, never ceasing in her steady motion. The response was immediate.

"Meg, no, don't...I...AGGGGHHH!!!"

The young woman laughed as her uncle came violently. Philip maintained his white-knuckled grip on the bedclothes, holding taut as he tried not to slam into her body. She had enough of his cock inside to feel it twitching as thick, gooey semen pulsed out of the tip, filling her orifice to overflow.

"Goddamn, Philip, how much cum do you have in you?" She teased her still-climaxing uncle, loving the effect she was having on him. He wouldn't respond for a few more moments as he was still possessed in the grip of unthinkable pleasure and release. Finally, as the spasms subsided, he opened his eyes. Panting, he rasped.

"I've been saving that for a week if you want to know." Sweating, the edges of his mouth curled up, eyes conveying a satisfied look.

"Ah," her gaze turned dark. "You thought this was a sure thing, huh?"

"Christ, Meg, no." He finally released the bedclothes to hold his niece's slim waist. "I was hopeful, but believe me, I didn't expect anything."

"Hmmm, well you're right about that." Meg impishly squirmed against his still-erect cock. "I could have killed you a couple of hours ago, you fucker." Feeling the power she wielded at that moment, she laughed again, reveling in her uncle's desperate agony. "Can't keep a good man down, eh?"

Naughty girl was up to deviltry and slipped a delicate hand behind her ass where their bodies coupled. When she brought it back out, her fingers were coated with Philip's ejaculate. Most of his cum had leaked out of her virgin orifice, coating his shaft and testicles, running down the crack of his ass.

"Oh, Meg, fuck!" Philip's eyes widened as his niece slowly and deliberately licked cum from her fingers.

"Mmmm..." She made a show of it, smacking her lips, sucking on each one of her fingers, letting them loose with a pop. "You taste different than my boyfriends."

Philip was speechless. He used to think of Meg as an innocent, but no more. Now she was becoming quite the sex kitten.

"Something else." She kept bobbing up and down, teasing Philip's cock, but also creating friction against her engorged clit. "All that cum is a great lube." Meg wiped her hands on the blankets and set a gaze at her helpless lover. "Well, Unc, if you have another load ready, let's go."

Philip nodded, keeping his hands on her waist as she returned to gripping the headboard. Another inch slipped inside as Meg closed her eyes, distracted by the tingling nerve endings awakened by penetration.

"Uh...uhhh...uhhhng..." Meg couldn't help but moan and grunt as Philip's pole disappeared more and more between her wet, downy folds. As expected, she began to experience increasing resistance the deeper he penetrated. Philip spoke.

"Easy, honey...easy, now." He couldn't help but touch her beautiful breasts, hanging like succulent fruit in front of his face.

The young woman nodded. She was eager to accept his seed, but she was also busy taking in every second of this encounter, knowing that losing her cherry would never happen again.

I'm finally taking a cock inside my body. God, I'm so happy this is happening, and thankful Philip is the one to be with me.

Then a sharp jab shattered her reverie.

"Oh!" Meg yelped. Uncle had reached his niece's hymen and the maximum point of resistance.

"Okay?" Philip raised his head a bit. She nodded, took a deep breath, and continued moving.

Meg kept at it, slow and steady, applying more and more pressure to the resistance. It didn't necessarily hurt anymore, but it wasn't something that gave her pleasure. The young women couldn't help it. She was becoming impatient.

Fuck this shit. Time to break on through to the other side!

With a single, pronounced lunge of her body, her hymen, stretched to the limit, gave way.

"Ah!" Another yelp as she winced, her face scrunching up as she adjusted to new sensations. Pleasure and discomfort welled inside Meg. Her eyes opened as she rested for a moment, a tiny amount of blood trickling down Philip's cock. She let out a chuckle. "Philip, I'm no longer a virgin!"

Uncle nodded as his niece's face beamed joyfully. "No, my love, you're not."

"Oh, Philip." Tears streaked down her cheeks as emotion overtook her. "I'm a woman, truly a woman now."

"Yes, Meg." He let out a sigh. "My beautiful lover."

Still in position, she leaned over to press her mouth against his. He held her, his cock still buried inside, for a moment.

"But you're not done," he whispered, amazed he hadn't erupted yet again.

Meg rose back up, pressing her hands against Philip's hairy chest for balance. She shook her head slowly. "You're goddamn right I'm not."

Philip gasped as she returned to undulating against his cock, a little more blood trickling down to her uncle's swollen testicles as he teased her nipples, making her pussy clench involuntarily.

"I love it when you play with my tits." She felt the tip of his cock reaching her limit. Meg had no idea she could take this much inside her body, but she realized the orifice could accommodate the passage of a baby, so why was she so surprised? One of Philip's hands slipped down to her swollen clit.

"Ohhh, fuck!" Meg's mouth fell open as Philip's thumb circled the pink, glistening bud.

"Time to come," he smiled.

With both her nipple and clit being stimulated, all the young woman could do was nod. Her movements increased in urgency and, in short order, Meg's ass slapped against Philip's thighs, eager for completion.

Meg realized she was fucking, for real, for the very first time. As she pounded away, in her mind she watched herself from a corner of the room. What she saw was a once-inexperienced young woman, with the help of her uncle, entering a whole new world of pleasure, womanhood, and love. She concentrated on her jiggling tits, and her cute, round ass lunging up and down Philip's cock, milking his slick shaft as it disappeared repeatedly between her engorged pussy lips.

"Goddamn, Meg," he groaned as he teased her other nipple, his hand massaging her breast. By now, his thumb had disappeared inside her drooling orifice. With her movements, all he had to do was hook it against her G-spot, apply pressure, and hang on. It wouldn't be long.

"Yes, Philip, ohhh, fuck," Meg's voice was low and throaty with lust. "That feels so fucking good!" Her hands had been pressing flatly against his chest, but now she started tugging brusquely on his nipples.

"Ahhh!" He snarled, baring his teeth. "Fuck, yeah! Let's come together!"

In between all the gasping and panting, Meg giggled again, joyful to be able to express her long-repressed sexuality so freely without fear of interruption.

Then it hit.

"Uhhhg...uhhhh!!!" It felt like her insides were spilling out like molten magma as the orgasm jolted her entire being. The spot where her uncle entered her body blazed out of control like a white-hot furnace, melding their bodies into one cohesive entity. Now gripping his niece's waist to keep her steady, Philip joined her in climax.

"Coming for you, Meg," he growled. "Coming...COMING!!!"

"Yes, Philip, YES!!!"

For a sublime eternity, they bucked against each other, wet, slapping noises echoing off the walls as their bodies desperately collided. It sounded like mating time in the lion's den as their orgasms washed away what sense or reason remained. Philip and his niece had waited so long for this moment and now it was happening. Meg blanked out for a minute, but Uncle held her upright, his upward thrusts never faltering.

"Goddamn, Meg...God. DAMN," he couldn't stop fucking his niece, pounding her from underneath, nor did she want him to stop.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck...fucking goddamn, come...COME," she babbled. "Give it to me. Give me all of your seed...deep inside...DEEP INSIDE MY BODY!!!"

Uncle shuddered as he rode the crest, eyes dark, locked on her face and body, injecting his niece with his raw, incestuous load.

The furnace slowly cooled to a comforting heat as their orgasms passed, leaving them spent and relieved. Both were drenched in sweat, panting from exertion, grinning from ear to ear from ecstasy and release. The sun had moved across the sky a bit, angles of light changing inside their remote, private chamber. Meg and Philip gazed at each other.

"I love you, Philip." Meg couldn't believe what came from her mouth, but she didn't mind.

"I love you, too, sweet girl."

"Woman!" Meg sternly corrected her uncle, pinching his nipple.

"Ouch! Okay, okay!" Philip pressed his hand against the yielding flesh between her navel and mons pubis. He could feel his hardness still flexing inside.

The lovers remained coupled for a long time. Philip caressed his niece's body, fingertips exploring her soft, smooth skin as she stayed on top, her ass resting on his thighs. Once she took all of it, Meg didn't want to release her uncle's cock. It felt so good to have his noble eight filling her, his girth stretching her. Inevitably, Philip's cock went down just enough to slip out of his niece's blood-tinted, cum-filled orifice. She tumbled into his arms as he held her naked body against his like he never wanted to let her go.

"Do you have somewhere you need to be, college girl?" Philip asked, voice barely audible.

"No, not until Monday."

"Mmmm..." He groaned, stretching his body out like a big cat, but keeping Meg's body in a tight embrace. "Good."

Lazily, they kissed and nuzzled, their only intent to savor their time and their newfound relationship.

"Philip fucks his niece," Meg whispered against his neck. "Who'd a thunk?"

"I'm trying not to think too much right now, love." Philip massaged her sweet buttocks, his other hand caressing the nape of her neck. "Sometimes you just have to be in the moment and don't let the past or the future interfere with your happiness."

Meg nodded, placing another kiss behind his earlobe, getting a whiff of his cologne.

"Something else, young lady," Philip slid his hand between their bodies, to where her downy fur and his flaccid cock pressed together. "You're leaking like the oil pan of my old Plymouth."

Meg giggled into the bedclothes, shaking her head at the comparison. "Well, you were saving it, plus my virginal blood and god knows what else is in the mix."

"Like yesterday's fondue pot."

"Hey!" Meg bit his shoulder as he laughed. "That's not nice."

Uncle turned her face toward his, pressing their mouths together for a deep, tongue-lashing kiss, again accelerating her heart and breathing. He pulled back, their lips making a loud smack. "I know." Another probing kiss before he rolled her on her back. Next thing Meg knew, he loomed above her like a hairy beast, his flaccid, uncircumcised cock slouching halfway down between his firm thighs. "But I think we can remedy that problem."

Meg trembled, knowing the tables were turning again, as they had since their sexual relationship began. By the expression on his face, his voice, and his body language, the young woman knew Uncle Philip was now in charge. She cried out as he pulled her knees wide apart, and not too gently, exposing her puffy, glistening pussy lips covered with downy, light-brown fur.

"What...what are..." Surprise and arousal choked back on her words.

"Quiet," Philip growled as he dove between her thighs.

Meg about jumped out of her body as her uncle's open mouth pressed against her orifice. Immediately his tongue went deep as he began to lap up the gooey mess inside her body.

"Oh, fuuuck...Philip!" She arched her back, legs clamping around his head.

Philip moaned as he indelicately ground his face against her sex, hands holding her hips, strong fingers digging into her delicate flesh. This wasn't like the last time he went down on her. He wasn't teasing her clit or trying to elicit pleasure. This was a clean-up job, pure and simple. Philip was ingesting the copious buildup within her body, and it felt like he was trying to eat her insides out! Still, her clit was right in the way, so twinges of pleasure were inevitable.

While her uncle lapped and grunted like a hog in slop, she maneuvered her clit as much as she could, rubbing it against his nose as she stared down at his sweat-matted hair. Goddammit if his unpredictable aggression didn't make her horny as hell! Pleasure built as she found some semblance of rhythm, all the while concentrating on a small water stain spread across the pale gray ceiling near the window. It resembled a shaggy head with two eyes staring back at her.

Jesus Christ! This is so invasive, this fucking animal! Ohhh, my clit, oh, fuck, yeah! Ra*e me!

It didn't take long.

"Oh, god, Philip, I..." Meg convulsed, orgasming, fluids spritzing into her uncle's mouth, adding to his meal. "Fuck...FUUUCK!!!" But it wasn't over. She couldn't help but desperately grip his head, forcing his mouth against her pussy as she rubbed out yet another climax.

"Goddamn it, Philip," she wailed, mashing her uncle's face against her roiling cunt. "One more!"

Uncle moaned again as she came a third time, rapid-fire, juices dripping down his chin as Meg's hips jerked and writhed. Like before, they remained glued together, but now it was Philip's mouth against his niece's pussy, him taking deep breaths until she released the grip on his head. In a flash, Philip slid up beside her, face coated with sex goo.

"Taste your sin," he hissed before pressing their mouths together.

Meg whimpered, clawing at his back as Philip's tongue snaked down her throat like a serpent. Feral sex coated her face, filling her lungs with the rank odor of incestuous passion. To her amazement, she wriggled free of the kiss and started licking his face with the same enthusiasm as he had her pussy.

"Yes, yes, my hungry little vixen," Philip sounded like an evil overlord, a man possessed. "Taste it...swallow it...all of it!" He returned the licks until both of their faces were clean, but the conquest wasn't over. Uncle needed more, and he was going to get it.

Meg didn't know what Philip was going to do next as he moved in on her like a predator capturing helpless prey. She panted, heart pounding, fighting back tears and cries as her uncle pushed her on the bed face-down. He didn't ask, or instruct, he just pulled her up by the waist until she was on her hands and knees, facing away from him. She thought of slipping out of bed and running, but she was paralyzed, totally exposed and vulnerable with her ass sticking up for full access. A hard slap on the butt forced a yelp.

"You're not going to fucking forget this," Philip hissed, probing fingers spreading her pussy lips the moment before his cock entered her body.

Things were happening so fast before Meg knew it, Philip was grunting, helmet battering against her barely-yielding pink, impatient to get his cock all the way inside despite her tightness. Even after being fucked and eaten out, her sweet little cunt was still tighter than a dick's hatband. Uncle was having none of that.

"Goddammit, Meg, take my cock...TAKE IT!!!"

Meg found her words. "I'm trying, Philip, please!!!" She sobbed. "Slow down!" The pleas were ignored as his hand clamped on her waist. With all the noise, she wondered if the old caretaker, one of the guests, or anyone within earshot would call the police. She doubted the walls were soundproof and the bed was squeaking like mad.

What would Mom and Dad think of this?

"Philip...I...oh, shit!" She clutched the headboard with both hands as he grabbed a fistful of her long, brown hair, jerking her head back, never relenting with more steady, urgent thrusts, his cock going deeper and deeper with each push. Meg winced, clenching her teeth, her face contorted by the sheer aggression of her uncle's act, until his swollen, hairy ballsack bounced against her yielding ass, loud slapping noises filling the room.

"Goddamn it, Meg," Philip growled. "Goddamn that fucking tight pussy and your sexy body."

"Uh-huh..." She couldn't stop sobbing. Tears streamed down the young woman's face as powerful emotions battled inside her. Was he raping her? She didn't know, but the feeling of helplessness and surrender forced the fire in her body to blaze out of control.

I'll never be the same after this day. Pain, pleasure, and fear all at the same time, but don't stop fucking me, Uncle. Take me...use me! Please!!!

Despite his previous orgasms, Philip quickly delivered another copious load.

"Fuck, yeah...YEAHHH!!!" His voice boomed as Meg felt cum pulsing deep inside. His cock jerked with each spurt as their bodies kept on colliding. Another yank on her hair, making it hurt as his thrusts abused her double-time. She screamed into the pillow, joining her uncle in climax as fresh cum spilled out of her orifice, running down the inside of her silky thigh.

Oh, god, I can't believe this! I'm coming harder than I ever have in my life!

"Yeah, goddammit, sweet pussy."

Meg, still quaking in the throes of ecstasy, could feel her uncle's hot breath huffing against her sweaty back as her pussy clenched repeatedly around his solid rod.

"Fucking take all of my cum...ALL OF IT!!!"

"Yes, Philip, YES!!!" She managed to gurgle. "Oh, fucking god, YESSS!!!"

With a final twitch of his angry tool, Philip's body slowed somewhat, his breathing out of control as he released Meg's hair. Both hands seized her waist as he remained inside for a very long time.

Meg forgot what happened after that, but the room was dark when she awoke, Philip holding her against his firm torso. Crickets chirped outside as she gazed upward, feeling the rise and fall of her sleeping uncle's chest with each breath. She realized her breathing was a bit more shallow and rapid than his before an owl hooted somewhere in the night. It was like the calm after the storm and, although her insides felt sore, she managed a slight grin.

Let's stay this way forever, okay, Philip?

She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, peaceful and content. Hours passed as she drifted in and out of sleep, her mind blank for the first time in ages. In time, the sun started its inexorable rise in the east. A rooster crowed as light slowly intruded through the curtains. Birds chirped and the sound of an old engine revving up broke the morning spell, causing her eyes to blink open.

Meg didn't want to leave her uncle's embrace, but nature called. Slowly, she extracted herself from his warm body. Still sleeping, he moaned slightly in protest as she found herself on her feet, toes kneading the thick, Persian rug next to the bed. She flexed her body a bit, feeling like she had been beaten up, but she didn't mind.

More of this crazy shit and he'll whip me into shape.

She figured the door at the far corner of the room was her destination. The hinges squeaked as she pulled on the massive, glass knob, an old-fashioned keyhole underneath. Perched on the massive, white toilet, she exhaled, letting loose with a noisy stream of urine.

"Fuck!" She said out loud, her voice echoing off the bare walls.

Goddamn, my pussy burns! He was so rough!

The bathroom was ancient, cavernous, and spare but well-maintained. Multi-colored decorative tile covered the floor and went halfway up three of the walls, something that looked like it had been added later, but the huge clawfoot tub was from the last century. Same for the sink, a large, marble pedestal affair with two brass faucets perched on either side. A tall narrow window allowed light to fill the chamber. Since Philip told her the place used to be a farm, she pictured a farmer lowering himself into a full tub of hot water to soak away the dirt after a long day, or perhaps the wife washing her many children as they splashed and played.

Growling in her stomach reminded Meg she hadn't eaten since early the previous day. As Philip snored, she quietly dressed, forgetting her bra and panties, remaining barefoot as she stepped out into the morning light. A glance to the right and she noticed the caretaker's truck was gone. Looking to the left, the backside of the Imperial remained.

With toes digging into gravel, she took in her surroundings. Gentle breeze wafted fresh and cool across her face. Her erect, sensitive nipples tingled against fabric as she tugged the sweater around her shoulders, a morning chill that the sun would dissipate quickly. She eyed a few black-and-white cows grazing in the distance. Clucking noises drew her gaze to a chicken coop next to one of the low buildings.

Slowly, she walked across the path to an old, log fence, which she climbed over, coming back down at the edge of a big, green meadow. She luxuriated in the soft, dewy grass caressing her feet as she took gentle strides, taking deep breaths. She sensed the odor of manure as the wind blew through the trees, a sound she so loved. Absentmindedly she rubbed her tummy, circling the navel.

I'm so sore and full of cum. Glad I didn't stop taking the pill, or this would be it.

For someone who had just lost her virginity, this bucolic setting was the perfect place for young eyes who were beginning to see the world differently. A large apple tree stood alone about forty feet from the fence. Wanting a better view of her surroundings, Meg walked to the base of the tree and, placing a foot on the trunk, grabbed an overhead branch, hoisting herself up.

She hadn't climbed a tree in years and felt like a child again, awakening old memories of play in her parents' backyard. The next moment, she straddled a high branch, gripping it with both hands as she looked around. A ripe, green apple dangled above her head and she plucked it. With a brief polish against her sweater, she took a big bite, then another, sweet, sticky juice running down her chin.

The farm was truly remote. All she could see was green pastures scattered with groves of trees to the horizon. The farm road by which they arrived snaked through the hilly distance and, in the opposite direction, the tall ridge hid anything beyond. Meg pondered the events of the past twenty-four hours. She smiled, gazing at the sun, mostly obscured by a distant tree, but still sparkling through the leaves.

What a difference a day makes, as the song goes.

She thought of Philip and how crazy he could be. He was loving but unpredictable, certainly someone who couldn't be contained or controlled, although Meg would never stop trying. She was becoming less and less annoyed with herself for being so turned on by his aggression, or for letting herself be submissive. God, the night before, she didn't know what was going to happen! Now it had passed and a new day, a new world, had dawned for her. She wondered what would come next.

Thinking of her uncle's firm body and his deliciously full cock got her juices flowing again, much to her surprise. The branch between her legs bobbed gently under her weight.

Shit, Meg, how can you be horny again?

But she was.

Oh, what the fuck.

Meg tossed the apple and looked around, not seeing a living soul. She was mostly obscured by leaves so, gripping the branch, she began moving against it, slowly and clumsily at first. There was just enough well-worn denim between the branch and her clit to create gentle friction. As she replayed the previous night's happenings in her head, the little spark smoldered and grew, her movements increased in speed, and soon flames began licking at her body as she let out a sigh, eyes closing as pleasure overtook her.

God, Philip, I wanted to scream last night as you took me.

Leaves trembled as her ass scrunched repeatedly against the branch.

I didn't know whether I was being raped, or loved, or both.

She envisioned his body looming above her and how helpless she felt as he manhandled her like a harem slave.

You not only made me a woman, you forced me to experience feelings I've never had.

Her pussy glowed white-hot as she whimpered, frantically rubbing against the branch. She didn't care if anyone saw her now. This entire farm was a place for sex, wasn't it? Even the animals breeding.

God, I see why Mom doesn't like you, you fucking bad man.

It was approaching. Meg leaned over to hug the branch, hips pushing away.

Fucking bad, sexy rapist, taking my cherry! You take..take...

"Uhhh..." Meg grunted, mouth agape, jerking as sharp spasms of climax stabbed her over and over. "Shiiiitttt." She clung to the branch like a lover, writhing against it, making a mess in her jeans.

She remained there for several minutes, clinging to the branch, her soft cheek gently rubbing against the bark, inhaling its perfume.

"Oh, god, I need more...so much more." She whispered to the breeze.

In time, she slid down the tree, adjusting her clothes as much as possible, again looking around for witnesses before turning her gaze to the ridge far away. She hadn't planned on covering the distance, merely walking toward the ridge, climbing the slow rise, savoring the beauty and calm of her surroundings, but before she knew it, she was there.

She was already slightly out of breath as she looked to the top of the granite ridge. A rough path wound around to her right, so she started up. The rocks were not very accommodating to her bare feet, and she considered giving up the climb several times, but no.

Go ahead, Meg. You gotta see what's on the other side.

Finally, after a lot of missteps and determination, she neared the crest. By now, she was using her hands to pull her way up. Her feet stung and she gasped for air as a hawk darted by Meg's head, startling her. A few more steps and she reached a small, flat area.

It was obvious something other than nature had smoothed out the spot, just enough for two people to stand. Everywhere else within view was unnavigable. Steadying herself, she placed her hands on her hips like a conquering hero, gazing at the view beyond.

You did it! Fucking amazing.

It was like she could see forever. More lush green pastures extended into the distance, mile after mile, to the far horizon. There, almost out of view, was the city, with its low, compact skyline.

She remembered the day before, eons ago, when Philip picked her up from college in his Seville. She wanted to mur*er him for his perceived neglect. Now, she was a woman, loved. Her whole life lay ahead, and she had no clue how it was going to unfold. She didn't look forward to being back in class on Monday. She wanted what she was feeling at that moment to last forever.

"Need some company?" Philip's voice sounded off to her right. She was so absorbed by her surroundings, that she didn't hear her uncle clamoring his way up.

"Oh, if you must," she teased, smiling at him. Still, what would his demeanor be today, after the conquest? She tried not to think of it as Philip stood beside her.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He didn't touch her, perhaps unsure of their relationship himself on this new day.

"Yep." Meg slid an arm around her uncle's waist, and he returned the embrace.

"On a clear day, you can see forever."

"No doubt. I think we can see it now."

The next moment, they sat, crosslegged, side by side. No words were spoken until the sun rose high above, warming the lovers. She rested her head on his shoulder as he embraced her. Finally, Meg squirmed.

"I'm hungry."

"No doubt, love."

"But I don't want to leave this place."

"That's understandable. Neither do I."

More silence.

"You know we can return here," Philip said. "It's not like this is the only time."

"I would like that very much." Meg rubbed her face against his shoulder, inhaling his scent. "But there will never be another first time."

"Agreed." Philip lifted her face to meet his. Those dark eyes made her melt inside. "Are you okay?"

Meg nodded. She couldn't help but kiss her uncle. Soon, they rained kisses on each other's faces as the young woman gasped, heady with new love, joy, and pleasure.

"I envy you and your journey," Philip whispered against her neck as they embraced. "I want to be there for you as much as I can and to help you get through life, but it's not going to be easy."

"I know."

"Let's take this day by day. We'll figure something out, but..." he pulled back to gaze deeply into his niece's eyes. "It will happen."
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