The Daughter I Never Had

I love summer storms, there is an excitement to them that is hard to match. They start with the smell of ozone on the air and end with the calming drip of water. In between are lightning clashes in the clouds, thunderous retorts from the heavens, trees rocking in the wind and a drenching onslaught of soil soaking rain. A summer storm is a blend of violence, beauty and great peace.

In my mind the only thing of like tenure is the meeting and merging of man and woman. It too has an energetic lead in, a sudden clash and sullen silence in the aftermath. The first we call a thunderstorm, the second we call sex. Both can evoke changes within the landscape.

"Jim, are you coming in?"

I twisted about to take in Kim, my great niece. She hung on to help do party clean up. The family picnic was an annual event for this old farm. For the privilege of paying taxes and keeping up the place I get to play party host plus use the lake cabin the remainder of the year.

"In a minute."

I looked around to see if everything that needed doing was done. It would be too late once the winds kicked up and the rain slewed down. For all I knew a tornado could be rolling through. Right then the lights went out. "Damn," I muttered, "the jinx is on." I thought it and it happened. The world was truly dark, too dark for a mere tree limb. It reminded me of that hot summer night when half of the east coast went down. Somewhere upwind a power relay was probably now the smoking remains of a lightning strike.

Leaving the comfort of the porch swing I navigated inside by occasional knee bumps. A breast bump wasn't in the plan. "Sorry," I gulped. A reflex grab had put me in contact with a nude woman. I pushed aside the immediate male reactions. Yes, Kim was a pretty girl, but barely nineteen and I was all of sixty. This wasn't the time to be thinking of men and women.

"The shower died," she grumbled, "and the lights are out. Where's the circuit box?"

I started to explain about the water pump and rural electric service when I realized what she needed was a towel, not a ramble. I dragged her behind me to the hall closet, pulled down a couple fluffy towels and disappeared into the dark. Frankly I was surprised how calmly she took it all in. As a great uncle I was a near stranger to her. This was her first time attending the annual picnic.

"You coming back," she asked of my retreating shadow.

"Lanterns are in the kitchen. It will take me few to light one up. Just stay put."

"Thanks, Unc." I swear there was a giggle in her voice.

== She ==

It was an honest mistake going naked. It's what comes of living on a coed dorm floor with a community john at each end. Things happen, silly things you learn to shrug off. I mean so what if a guy sees a boob or a twat. It's just a thing, like a chin or kneecap.

Grabbing me was Uncle James' mistake. My mistake was thinking the old guy to be sexually inert. Imagine my surprise when my fingers brushed over his tented up slacks. I guess no man is too old to show horns.

== He ==

Outside the storm was picking up speed. In my mind I pictured black clouds climbing to the heavens and falling ice pellets changing into rain globs. I envisioned limbs torn from trees and floods of rain rushing away. I sidetracked to the front door to throw the dead bolt. It was the only way to keep the damn thing from blowing open. I'd seen enough storms to know how the wind blew sideways off the lake straight up the front steps. Summer storms were fun as long as they stayed outdoors and I had put a ton of caulk into the front wall to keep it that way.

In the kitchen I took a second to breathe easy. What was with these college kids, did they get their kicks teasing old men? Feeling a guy up is a good way to get raped. I confess the thought up ramming my dick up Kim's pussy did cross my mind. But then that thought had crossed my mind a dozen times that day as bikini clad women ran all about the place. No one got raped then nor would anyone get raped now. These were just an old man's idle thoughts.

Hurrying things along I yanked open the second draw down, extracted the kitchen matches, plucked a lantern from the shelf, turned up the wick and struck a match. Connecticut Yankees, guaranteed to light every time, it was like a flare going off. The flame surged up before falling back to a steady flicker. I held the match to the kerosene soaked wick for a three count, shook it out, set the glass chimney back in place and tuned the lamp for best service. Lighting the second lamp was pretty much a replay of the first.

I had bought the lamps right after the 2003 blackout. I bought a lot of stuff like extra blankets and bottled water, most of which quietly cluttered my storage closet. The lamps though were a good buy. I sometimes fired them up in lieu of candles. It's a nostalgia thing - logs crackling in the fireplace and candles flickering in the dark. It reminds me of those long ago times when I smoked dope and protested the war. Back when I was Kim's age.

A lamp in each hand I scurried back across the front room to save the lost maiden from the dark dragon. I was a knight in tarnished armor. But the hall was empty. "Fricken hell, what now?"

"Say what," a youngish voice laughed. The voice, Kimberly's, emanated from the direction of the master bedroom. There was a bunk room and the master bedroom, the master bedroom being the one with the double bed.

The bed and room were both empty. I set one lamp down and continued on to the private deck. As I suspected Kim was sitting chest deep in hot water watching the lightning dance across the tree tops. I had sighted the tub with a view of the lake. Apparently the kids had left the cover off.

== She ==

I felt silly standing there alone in the dark so I set off exploring, which is how I came to find the hot tub open and waiting. Being undressed for the occasion I naturally climbed on in to enjoy a comfortable view of the oncoming storm. Lying back I watched lightning dancing across the tree tops.

== He ==

"Comfortable," I asked. Yes, there was a smile in my voice. Memories of my youthful follies were flooding my brain. Back then hot tubing was a popular way to get girls naked.

"Very."

"Would you like some wine," I asked, my voice dripping with satire.

"Could you?"

I shrugged my shoulders. Apparently I had a house guest.

I left a lamp and trundled back the way I came. In the kitchen I fished up a bottle of red, a couple glasses and a box of crackers, most of which I jammed into my pockets. In my opinion there is never enough pockets go around.

A lightning flash lit up the world. I counted down the seconds waiting for the thunder to arrive. I calculated four miles out, giving us a few minutes before the storm hit us head on. I shrugged my shoulders a second time. A lamp in one hand and crackers in the other I headed out the door toward the shed. Inside I glared hotly at the generator, gave it a vile curse and yanked the cord. It fired right off. "Good for you," I grunted.

The generator was another one of those items I picked up following the blackout. A local electrician wired it in for me. In hindsight I wish I had taken his advice to get a bigger unit, something with a battery start.

Trundling around the house I considered whether talking to an inanimate object was any different than talking to myself. "Ah hell," I grumbled aloud. "Admit it, you're getting old. The ladies no longer come prancing to your door, old man."

"What took you," Kim called out, seeing my light come around the corner.

"Stopped to fire up the gen. Try the wall switches over to your left. Bouncing out the tub she danced over and toggled both switches over. Both the heater and Jacuzzi sprang into life.

"Thanks, Uncle James, you're a sweetheart." She met me half way with a hug, relieving me of the lamp.

"Careful with the chimney. It's hot." The lamp was a heavy pewter number with a glass stack. I chuckled softly. Better I should warn her about me. The sight of so much bare skin was getting me hot.

At the tub I flicked off the jets, emptied my pockets and added my lamp to hers. The increased light only made my erection that much stronger. From her shaved pussy to her teardrop breasts the girl had one hell of a body. The kind that could make an old man's heart skip a beat or three.

She handed me a glass of wine and held hers high. "Here's to family reunions and favorite uncles." We clinked glasses and took a sip. "This is nice." She dipped her hand into the water. "And so is this. Thanks for starting up the generator. The water was cooling off."

"You're welcome. I'll get you a couple more towels."

"Get a couple for yourself." Her smile was a mile wide. Her lips were full and pouty, the kind that screamed kiss me. Did I mention she shaved her pussy? Did I mention she was kin? Throwing caution to the winds, I tore off my clothes and climbed into the hot water. Fuck the towels. Across the way the storm was rolling in, but it was nothing to the stormy thoughts racing through my mind.

"So, Kim, tell me about your studies." It was a lame line, but the best I could do. I mean what the hell did I know about college life these days.

"Hi there," she sneered. "I'm Kimberly Swartz, my mother is Anita Swartz. I'm nineteen and I'm taking nursing at the college. Isn't this a nice party?" She took a breath. "Give it a rest, Unc, I've had enough small talk for one day."

"So what do you want to talk about," I asked, a touch provoked.

"How about sex," she snorked. "I saw yours and you saw mine. Tell me what you think."

"I think you are a beautiful young lady and that you'll make a wonderful wife and mother."

"Gad, Unc, if I wanted the party line I'd see mom. Tell me what you really think."

Another flash lit up the sky. I counted the seconds. The storm was getting closer.

"I think you are an impertinent young woman and a terrible prick tease."

She flashed me a cheek to cheek grin and leaned forward. The action nearly planted her breasts beneath my nose. "Tell yah a secret, Jim, I don't just tease, I deliver."

"Give it a rest, girl, I'm old enough to be your grandfather."

Her grin broke into a snarky laugh. "Don't you mean you're old enough to be my father? I understand you and mom had a brief fling twenty years back. Need I remind you I'm nineteen and she was newly divorced?"

A shiver ran down my spine, "Are you suggesting..."

"RELAX, Unc, you're the wrong blood type. I checked."

She again invaded my space by jangling the dog tags I still wore. In the end I ended up fighting the same war I protested, thanks to the draft.

"Is that what this is about, finding your father?"

"Well it was until I saw your wanger hanging down. Mom didn't tell me about that."

"What exactly did she tell you?"

"She said you pulled her out of a terrible funk and that you were a great fuck."

"Your mother doesn't use words like funk or fuck."

"Right you are. What she said was the two of you spent a three day here and that it helped get her head on straight. What she was less eager to share was the thinking her marriage failed because she was unable to satisfy his sexual needs. She arrived here questioning her femininity. Face it, Unc, you fucked a woman on the rebound. Deep down I think mom still loves you. I saw her eyes tracking you at the picnic."

A lightning bolt lit up the yard. It was like someone hitting me with a camera strobe. A two count later a thunderclap shook the whole house. "Help me get the cover on," I ordered, "the storm is about to hit us." Another flash evidenced a curtain of water walking across the lake. I shook Kim's shoulder to get her attention.

== She ==

I never saw anything like it. The storm moved across the lake in a perfect line, like soldiers marching lockstep to the whisper sound of rain. It was wild. The lightning was almost continuous, as was the thunder. Jim was trying his best to yell at me over the noise. As much as I was tempted to run for cover, I stayed on to help him lift the cover into place and gather up our junk. By the time we escaped inside my hair was plastered to my skull. Goodbye carefree, hello wet mop. No way, no how did I want to see a mirror.

In the front room we dragged the couch around to look out the front window. Still naked and still dripping, I sat there in total amazement. It was like all the heavens had cut loose on this one moment. In lieu of glacier goggles I stared between my fingers. It was that bright and that wild. Neither one of us tried to talk. We just sat knee to knee immersed in the storm. Twenty minutes later I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He turned my way and our eyes locked. We sat there for a good long minute before he drew me into his arms. It was so fucking romantic.

== He ==

I felt like a kid necking with his best girl. It was crazy. Liplocked, I pulled her down and began feeling her up. Her breasts were hard, heavy and satin smooth and her tummy was tight. I was sliding down her body even as reality came crashing in. I was about to have sex with my great niece, a kid barely out of high school. I lay there staring at her shaved pussy as memories of her mother came rushing back.

It was this same cabin facing these same windows that Anita and I made love. She wasn't as young as Kim, but certainly built like her - the heavy breasts and shapely butt. She spent half the night crying on my shoulder about her husband running off with some teeny bopper. Why I kissed her I'll never know, but what happened next was one for the books. I'd love to credit the kiss for releasing her inhibitions, but it was probably a divorce thing. She needed to prove herself a woman. God, what a weekend that was, Anita was determined to do it all.

Kim's girlish giggle brought me back to earth. Apparently she wasn't quite ready for an exploring hand between her thighs. The giggle became a laugh, together we fell off the couch. Head resting on an elbow I considered the girl lying naked at my side.

Like the storm above, the thunder of want was shaking my convictions to the ground. I knew giving in to my baser wants was to play with fire, there was too much history to ignore, and yet here I was about to fuck this girl silly.

== She ==

Reaching out I ran my fingers through his short grey hair. His strong face and lean body gave him the look of a man in his forties, not one pushing sixty. Pulling him close I ran my hand down his back all the way to his butt. For his age he was in amazingly good shape. "Your place or mine," I whispered. I had decided to fuck this guy silly.

== He ==

Standing up I extended a hand and walked her to the bedroom.

== She ==

"Oh god," I panted. Tied hand and foot to the bed frame, I endured Jim working over my privates with his tongue and lips. I say endured as he was driving me crazy. It was like standing mid course down a millpond raceway, but instead of water it was orgasms sluicing through me.

When I thought to fuck Jim, I figured him for another boring old man. I mean everything this day had been a bore: the party, the relatives, the food, the lake. I was bored to tears. I figured him for a quick fuck before heading home, something to energize me for the drive. That was of course before the power outage and the storm. That was also before he suggesting tying me down.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as another orgasm washed across me. My head jerked back as he again vacuumed up my clit. Oh god, oh god, was there no end? Did I want it to end? And why the fuck wasn't this crazy man sticking it to me? Wasn't that what he wanted, what all men wanted, a piece of pussy? "Oh fuck," I shrieked from the top of my lungs. This time he was not only sucking my clit, but twisting my tits. The man was driving me nuts. Any second now I was going to pass out. It was that intense.

I took a deep breath and concentrated on the storm. The rain was hitting down with a steady rat-a-tat upon the window glass and somewhere out there was the sound of creaking trees. My head jerked as another tit twist sunk in. This man, like the storm, wasn't about to quit. "Kim," I moaned. "Kim", I repeated, louder.

My name was the safety word we agreed upon. 'More' meant more, 'Zeus' meant less and 'Juno' meant give me a break. But 'Kim' meant it was time to pull the plug. True to his word Jim was working on the knots that held me in place. Me, I lay there thinking about payback. Condoms or no condoms, I was going to drive him as nuts as he made me.

== He ==

Backlit by the last storm strobes Kim angled over atop my legs and hovered there above my erect member. "You ready for this," she asked. Her breasts glowed dimly in the lamplight, shadowing her face in darkness.

"Yeah," I answered with just a touch of hesitation. It had been awhile since I last poked a woman and I wasn't at all sure the old banger was up to snuff.

She hung there on all fours a bare inch above my dick. What happened next was an impressive demonstration of strength and agility. She swooped across my body, dragging her tits across my chest and her pussy across my dick. It was a dive bomb push up and she did it in agonizingly slow motion. When my back arched in response she simply rose up denying me access. Having agreed to this game of no touch, I gritted my teeth and hung on. Keeping my hands off her was easy compared to containing the pelvis arch.

Eventually she sat on her haunches and grinned down at me. "You've been a very good boy," she giggled. "I think you deserve a reward." Beyond the dive bomb I had survived a tit fuck, a pussy massage and several minutes of breast to chest necking. This time when she rose up it was to center herself above my rock hard member. Another flash lit the sky as she dropped down fully atop me. I gasped and she screamed. "Sorry," she said a couple seconds later. "The flash startled me."

To be honest I was too far gone to care. Her pussy was like a warm silk glove molded perfect to my dick. Her every twitch sent a jolt of joy racing across my body. I pushed up hoping to claim more and the friction nearly sent me over the top. I lay there panting as she slowly rocked her body from side to side. My hands clutched her hips, molding my fingers to her waist. She again leaned forward to drag her tits across my chest. I groaned. True to her demands I hung on. Maybe I should have let her tie me down. This self control nonsense was one tough nut to crack. "Hang in there, honey," she giggled, "you're doing great." I created a monster and her name was Kim.

== She ==

I loved his dick. I loved his dick inside me. He had a mama bear dick - not too long and not too fat, but just right for this Goldilocks girl. Leaning back I shivered as this perfect dick slid past my G-spot. The orgasms, big and small, were racking up.

Add in his self control and staying power and he had the makings of a great lover. My only regret was not tasting him before he got all yucked up. Yes, making love by lamplight was romantic as hell, but I would lay down a fiver for a working shower.

"Damn," I muttered aloud. What was I thinking? There was a giant bathtub out front. I had but to get him out there.

"Okay, honey," I giggled, "it's time you came." Rising up I plunged down hard, banging his dick against my cervix. His body went rigid and I felt the semen blasting deep into my pussy. Judging by his shudders there must have been a decades' worth of frustration packed behind that jet. He fell back with a puzzled look on his face, and me, I hoped to hell I counted the days right because that load must have had a thousand maybe babies in it.

== He ==

Outside I was taken aback by a breathtaking view of the stars. This went beyond a mere hole in the clouds. It was about the surrounding cities and towns being swallowed up by a blackout. There was little in the way of light noise to wash out the lesser stars. Grabbing the canoe I dragged it past Kim to the water's edge. "Where are we going," she asked, pulling loose a paddle.