The next day, Sharon succeeded in following her Uncle Nate to the Harrows' cottage. No one was home, and before Sharon could retreat, her uncle emerged, spotted her, and beckoned for her to enter.
''Well, Sharon," he said kindly. "I don't often get to speak to you alone."
"No, Uncle Nate," the teenager replied, impressed by her uncle's gentle tone. "And it's so peaceful here. Wish I had a cottage like this."
"That can be arranged," her uncle said, a twinkle in his eyes.
"Gosh, you mean it?" Sharon gasped.
"Sure. I've wanted the same thing. Maybe we… it would be like having a family."
"Don't say it just to be-" Sharon put a hand to her throat. "Oh, Uncle Nate, could we? Would you mind?" She leaned forward. "I'd try not to get in your way."
"We'd have to discuss it with your mother."
"Oh, no. She wouldn't care. Oh, let it be our secret, Uncle Nate, at least till we have the place built. Have you thought about it-made any definite plans?"
"I've had some blueprints made up. You might like to look them over and make some changes. And by the way, Sharon, that chauffeur fellow of your mother's makes me nervous. I've been thinking I'd like to get myself a car, but I don't drive. You do, I know. What do you think? A car of our own?"
Her eyes, gray as doves, gleamed with excitement. "My gosh," she cried. "Of course! We don't want to have anything more to do with the big house than we have to. What kind of car do you want?"
"I don't know that much about cars.
You'd have to decide that." He took his watch from his vest pocket, regarded it thoughtfully. "It's just past two o'clock. We could take a run downtown and look around today, if you'd like."
"Like? I'd love it. I'll call a cab. Where's the phone around here?"
"In the living room. I'm sure the Harrows won't mind."
She caught at his shoulders, giving him a little twirl. "Imagine," she cried. "Just when I was ready to walk west till my hat floated, this happens! Oh, Uncle Nate, for the first time I'm not sorry you're rich!" She let him go, raced to the telephone, then swung around to face him as he followed her. "One thing," she said, "no servants in our cottage. I'll keep house for you and even learn to cook, but no servants mucking about!"
"Just the two of us mucking," he twinkled. "And I'll do the cooking, if you please. I refuse to have my digestion ruined at this late date."
Her laughter was sweet to hear. "Oh, we'll have a lovely life together," she promised.
He went to stand by a window. "It's a beautiful spot," he remarked when she had finished at the-telephone. "I suppose what I should do is separate the property. Give your mother the big house and most of it, and keep what we need – and this cottage-in both our names."
She came to stand beside him, her face sobering. "Are you very rich, Uncle Nate?" she asked.
"I'm afraid so," he said with a sigh. "It's a great burden to me."
"Don't worry; I'll help you. But let's take it easy. Let's not-I mean don't you do anything impulsively anymore. I guess you think I have a lot of nerve telling you what to do," she added.
"We shook hands. We're partners now. Anything we do we'll talk over first. It's the way a family should be."
She blinked back a rise of tears. "I think I love you, Uncle Nate," she told him. "In a way, all I've ever wanted was a real family." She hugged his arm. "I'll stay with you always and never marry, or anything like that. It will just be you and me-and we'll be happy. Happy. I don't think I ever have been, not deep down. Oh, Uncle Nate, will it really happen?"
"We'll try to make it happen. Is the taxi coming?"
"They said fifteen minutes; as soon as they could. Uncle Nate-" She turned him to face her. "You won't send me away, will you? I mean, get tired of having me around and start talking about sending me off to school? I'm supposed to be very-difficult. I'll try not to get in your way-"
He felt a sense of anger, directed at her mother, but he kept his tone even. "I'll never send you away, Sharon," he told her. "Never." His tone turned playful. "But one of these days I expect I'll lose you to some young fellow. A pretty girl like you will never escape the eye of some lad."
She shook her head. "No, never. Boys-men-don't like me, Uncle Nate. And I don't care. Just so long as you do. You're all the family-anything I need."
He did not argue. "We'd better start walking out toward the street," he said. "Or will the taxi come here?"
"I guess I did give them the other address."
She took his arm and walked him out, taller than him by a head, her attitude protective. She kept glancing at him as if she expected him to disappear at any moment.
"I'll take good care of you," she said, tightening her hold on his arm. "I won't let anyone take advantage of you."
"That's fine. A great relief." His eyes danced. "The burden is only half as heavy when shared."
"You mean the burden of wealth." She nodded. "I really think it's too bad you have so much. Maybe you could get rid of some of it. Give it to some worthy cause, and just keep enough to be comfortable." Her eyebrows came down. "I'll get some kind of job," she added. "One of the worst things has been just living in that big house and doing nothing. I had a pretty good job as a typist in the accounting department of Talmadge's before you came. Mother made me quit. Actually, she got Dwayne to use his influence to have me let out because she thought it wasn't dignified-me working and us living on Skyline Drive. I was so mad! I don't want to live on your money anymore, Uncle Nate."
"Well, you must do what makes you happiest, my dear, but at least for the present, I'll really need you. Much to be done about
getting the cottage furnished and all, once it's built."
"That's right. Well, just so you understand." She smiled at him happily. "Funny how I always get along better with old people than young," she remarked. "I think all this must be fate."
"You'll have to help me straighten out other mistakes, my dear," he told her, vastly amused. "I've been worried about Hermie."
"Oh gosh, yes. Poor Hermie. Well, just cut off Debbie's charge accounts and that will help a little."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
"Well, we'll see," he said. "Nothing impulsive, remember?"
"I really believe I'm going to be a big help to you," she told him. "I'm supposed to have a very good head for business."
"That's a blessing," Uncle Nate said.
After Nate and Sharon had gone, the Harrows settled in on their couch to enjoy a cup of tea.
"You know," Beth began, "Nate is such a good man. It's too bad he has such a strange family to look after."
"Oh, Beth, I wouldn't call them strange," John replied, patting her on the knee. "They're just a little…a little…"
"Strange," Beth said again,
John laughed and set down his teacup. Then he pulled Beth into his arms and gave her a long, deep kiss.
When he was done, Beth looked at him quizzically, as if to say, Is that all? Then she smiled and nodded toward the bedroom.
John laughed a deep, hearty laugh. Then he picked his wife up off the couch and carried her across the room. When they had reached their large bed, he tossed her down playfully and set about removing his clothes.
"There, dear, not so fast," Beth said, rolling toward him with her arm outstretched. "Take your time. Here, let me help you."
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Beth wrapped her arms around John's waist. With her cheek nuzzling against his belly, she sighed deeply. Then she leaned over slightly and bit the edge of his jeans, yanking open the button of his fly. Biting the edge of his undershorts, she pulled downward until John's big cock was standing free.
Pulling his pants down by hand, Beth paused to stare at her husband's huge prick. She admired the way the network of blue veins surrounded his shaft. And she delighted in the way his cocktip almost glowed a deep purple.
Grabbing his shaft, she could feel his meat being pumped with fresh blood. It thrilled her to feel so much life in something that moments ago was just a limp little tube of skin. And now it was so powerful, an engine of desire. It was so thick, so pungent, so delicious. She could hardly wait to feel it reaming out her cunt, driving between her legs savagely as stroke after stroke filled her with pleasure. She wanted it so bad. She wanted it jammed in balls-deep, unleashing its thick load of creamy sperm, filling her with that special heat that made her so happy.
"Now!" Beth sighed. "Oh, John, I want it now. Please, take off my clothes and let me have it. But be gentle-at first!"
John smiled knowingly. He remembered how in the beginning of their marriage that Beth only liked sex slow and easy, treating their lovemaking like they were sitting down to a box of chocolates. Too dainty. Too restrained. And then he thought about how she had changed over the years. He thought about how she learned to love her sex rising to an excruciating crescendo after a slow and fulfilling build-up.
He remembered, too, that at first he had been unable to last long enough to satisfy his wife's desire for hot, savage sex. He would always come just before she went over the edge, no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself. Admittedly, his orgasms were satisfying. But only for him.
But through the years, with patience and a lot of love, they managed to learn how to please one another, and please one another totally. No longer was it a process of two people fucking. No, their lovemaking had become almost an entity in itself, something they gladly sacrificed themselves to each time they fucked.
John joined his wife on the bed and proceeded to carefully take off her clothes. He savored every moment, enjoying seeing more and more of her body, thinking about the moment when he would thrust his cock into her wet cunt, feeling his meat surrounded with that special warmth that only a woman could provide.
"You're beautiful," he gasped, stripping his wife bare. "And this is going to be so good… so good…"
"Oh, John, do it. Please, do it now. Ohhhhh!"
Spreading her plump legs wide, John stared down at her pink pussy. The lips were puffy and wet and he could almost see her delicious little fuck-hole. Her clitoris was erect, however, and he chose to stroke it gently before easing his cock inside her.
"Yes," she squealed. "Keep doing that. Ohhhhh, just a little more… to the… side… yesssss… like that. Oh, John, that feels so good!"
Working on her clit until he thought she was sufficiently aroused, John then prepared to mount her. He scooted up on his knees between her widespread legs and aimed his red cocktip at her hole.
Beth smacked her lips and tossed her head from side to side. Looking down through her cleavage, all she could see was the tip of her husband's penis, and she desperately wanted it to disappear-deep into her cunt!
Gripping his shaft, John guided his penis into her. She was so wet that he was in to the hilt on the first stroke. Then he began
pumping slowly, working up the rhythm bit by bit, trying to gauge his wife's urgency against his own until they were locked into the timeless bliss of mindless fucking.
When John finally came, he drenched his wife's cunt with an overflowing load of his jism. Feeling so much of his cum sizzling into her snatch, Beth gave herself up to her orgasm and came two times before collapsing beneath him.
Then they slipped into the satisfying sleep that follows only the most pleasurable of climaxes.