Forbidden Desires Ch. 02

It had been nearly a week since I had seen Keira. I was starting to worry that she had believed that what had happen between us was a mistake. I couldn't blame her; I was thinking the same thing. It shouldn't have ever happened, I should have stopped it at the kiss, everything that followed that kiss in the kitchen, that glorious, wonderful kiss, was wrong. Still, I can't but help feel the love that flowed between us as we made love that day, a love and deep hidden passion that had been building for years. As much as I wanted to keep loving Keira as a woman - not a step-daughter, I was willing to do either. I just couldn't bear the thought of her not being in my life. Keira was my last link to Beth and I needed that connection.

I started thinking about Beth and Keira, how much Keira resembled her mother. It wasn't just her appearance, it was the way she spoke, the way she moved, the way her eyes sparkled when she was happy or satisfied, the way she made love. All of this reminded me of Beth. Was it Beth I was making love to that day? I began to think. No it wasn't, it was Keira, I knew that from the first moment to the last. Not once did I think of Beth while making love to Keira. I didn't notice the similarities between them during sex until well after.

Once I knew in my own mind that Beth had nothing to do with my making love to Keira, I had to find out where she and I stood. I knew the whole thing had to have her confused, it did me, but I had to know where we were to go from this point. So I decided to give her a call. I came up with some bogus excuse and went to the phone. Sadly there was no answer. I left a message for her to call me, that I needed her to go through some of her mother's things that I had found while cleaning out the attic. Keira would know that the reason was faux, we had already cleaned out the attic weeks ago, but Bill didn't know that. After I hung up the phone I decided to go out to the garage and clean up the boat. I had not touched my boat for two years, when Beth became sick. But for some reason I had an overwhelming urge to get it ready for the water.

While I was cleaning the seats I heard a familiar sweet voice call out to me, a voice every bit as sweet as Keira's but with just a bit more rust to it.

"Uncle Don, you in there?" I heard the voice ask. "Uncle Don?"

The voice was that of my niece, Tara. She was the youngest daughter of my wife's little sister. I peeked over the bow and seen her standing outside the garage door looking around. It had been almost half a year since I had seen her, not since Beth's funeral. I could not believe how much she had grown, blossomed into a beautiful young woman. She was petite, about the same height as Keira. Slim, but still holding on to some of her baby fat, but all around had a pretty shapely, sexy body for seventeen. Tara's hair was dish water blonde, thin, straight, and hung to the small of her back. Her eyes were light brown and large, set perfectly on her round soft featured face.

"Hay Tara," I called out to her, standing so she could see me. "I'm in here - working on the boat."

She glanced up at me and smiled what looked to me to be a forced smile. Slowly she walked in, stopping at the side of the boat. "It's been a long time Tara." I said to her, looking down on her sad face. "What brings you by?"

Her tears started before I could even finish the last word. "What is it honey, what's wrong?" I asked, then quickly climbed down from the boat, and reached out to her.

Tara stepped forward into my open arms, buried her head into my chest, crying even harder. "Unc - Uncle Don, I - I don't know wha - what to do..."

"Come on honey, come in side and tell me what's going on." I put my arm around her shoulders, led her inside, and sat down beside her on the sofa. "So what is it, what's got you so upset?" I asked her, holding her trembling hands between us.

"Mom and I got into a huge fight, and ¾" Tara started to cry harder. She took a second or two to regain some control then went on. "And she kicked me out." She leaned over to me, laid her head on my shoulder, and cried."

"I'm sure everything will be fine. Your mom has a temper, but I'm sure what ever this is about she'll get over it." I hugged her tight, and she grasped onto me, shaking her head.

"Not this time. She's told me to get out before, but this time is different. She told me she hated me, that, that I was useless and, and a whore. She said she never wanted to see me again."

I didn't know what to say to her, so I just sat there and held her while she cried. After a while her tears dried up, not that she was done crying, she just didn't have anymore tears in her. Tara gently pulled away, sat up straight on the sofa beside me, turning her self sideways to face me easier.

"Uncle Don," She paused, took a deep breath, and reached her hands out, resting them atop mine on my lap. "You and aunt Beth always told me that if I ever needed a place to stay," Her blood shot eyes drifted up, staring into mine. "That I could always come to you. I know that - aunt Beth is gone, but I was wondering if-" She broke off, not just her words, but her eye contact as well.

"If the offer still stands?" I finished for her, giving her small hands a tender squeeze.

"Yeah. I won't be a bother, I promise. I'll help you around the house, cook, clean, I'll do what ever you want - anything." Her right hand slipped off of mine and found it's way quickly to the lump at the front of my jeans. "Anything..." She cooed, rubbing, squeezing my suddenly growing cock through the blue denim.

I grabbed her hand, held it between mine. "You don't have to do that Tara, you are more than welcome here as always."

"You mean it, I can stay?"

"Yes, you can stay as long as you need to."

"Oh thank you, I'll do anything you ask me too. You just say the word and it's done. Anything, anything at all." There was that coo again, along with a hushpuppy gleam in her eyes. "I'll do everything aunt Beth used to do for you - everything."

"Okay, okay... But I have to talk to your mother first. Let her know where you are, and that you're okay. If she doesn't have a problem with you staying here then we will go pick up some of your things."

"I sure she won't."

"I still have to make sure, okay?"

"Okay..."

I called Jean, Tara's mother and found out she really didn't care, at all. When I told her that Tara was with me and safe, all she had to say was too bad. Then I told her that I would bring Tara by to get some of her things, she laughed, then told me that there was nothing to get. That she had already burned everything that Tara had left behind. At this point I was glad that Tara was with me. I had never really cared for Jean to start with, hated the way she treated her kids, especially Tara, hated the fact that she was a crack head that only thought about her next fix rather then whether her kids had eaten that day or not. All in all I was glad that Tara was out of that house. I hung up the phone, tuned to look at Tara setting on the sofa.

"Looks as if you were right."

"I told you, she don't care where I am, long as its not around her."

"Yeah, well maybe this is for the best."

Tara sprang from the sofa, ran across the room, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me dead on the lips. "I love you, I promise I'll make you happy, I promise, promise, promise." With each promise spoken came another kiss.

"Okay, okay Tara I get it, but for now lets just get you settled in."

I showed her what would be her room, next to mine at the end of the hall, directly across from the bathroom. It wasn't the largest bedroom in the house, but she seemed happy with it. I guess anything that is all yours after sharing a room with your older and younger sister would seem spectacular. It was starting to get late by the time we had made up her bed and gotten the room ready for her to inhabit. I checked the clock after I realized she had nothing more than the clothes on her back, it was 9:30pm, most stores were already closed.

"Well I guess Wal Mart here we come." I said to her with a smile and nod.

"Why? You need something uncle Don?" She asked with a confused look on her pretty young face.

"No I don't, but you do. Right?"

"I do? What?"

"What... Everything by the looks of it." She just stood looking more confused than ever. "Like clothes maybe."

"I don't have any money, maybe after I get a job or something."

"I got it Tara."

"You mean you're going to buy me clothes?"

"Yes, and anything else you need."

"Really?" Again she lunged at me, wrapped her arms around me, kissed my lips in quick pecks after each thank you, all five of them. It would have been more but the phone rang, interrupting her over loving gestures.

I answered the phone, Tara went to the bathroom. I was happy and surprised to hear Keira's sweet voice on the other end.

"Don, it's me. I got your message - so what's up?" She knew the message was bullshit, but was playing along, bill was most likely close by.

"Keira, can you talk?"

"Not really... I could probably stop by tomorrow afternoon though."

"Are you okay, baby-girl?"

"Yeah, fine."

"Okay, we really need to talk about what happen, but I want you to know that what ever you want is okay with me. If we never do anything again or even mention it again that is fine, not that I want that, but what ever you want is what we will do. Okay?"

"Okay. Great we should get back to what we started. I haven't felt the same since I left there the other day with it unfinished. I can't wait to get back to it with you."

"Really, you mean that?"

"Yeah, it maybe a lot of hard work, but it's lots of fun. I'll be over around five tomorrow, okay?"

"Yeah, perfect."

"Okay, see you then - love you."

"Love you too, Keira." I hung up the phone just as Tara took a seat next to me on the sofa. She gave me an odd glance and shaky smile.

"Who were you talking to?"

"Oh, that was Keira."

"Oh, good. Every thing okay?"

"Wonderful. You ready to go?"

"Sure..."

It was after midnight when Tara and I made it home, and carried in the numerous bags that nearly filled the tail section of my SUV. Most of our purchases were clothes such as jeans, T shirts, blouses, a couple skirts, and pairs of shoes, along with bras, panties and two swimsuits that I had to coax her into buying. Keira and I had planned a family outing at the lake the up coming weekend, which was why I was working on the boat when Tara showed up. I could only hope that it was still on, by the sound of Keira's voice on the phone it most likely was, but I still was hoping. With it being so late Tara and I turned in for the night. I gave her a hung and kissed her on the cheek goodnight. Once she closed her bedroom door I went to the bathroom, slipped on a pair of PJ bottoms and made my way to the sofa to get some sleep.

I fell asleep remembering those glorious two hours making love to Keira, the feel of her flesh pressed to mine, the taste of her lips, her sweet scent, and the beautiful sound of her sighs when she reached orgasm. I could feel her fingers loosely laced around the shaft of my cock, slowly stroking up and down, the feel of her other hand caressing, exploring my left thigh. My left thigh?

Even in sleep I knew it was impossible for her to be caressing my left thigh the way we were positioned, but yet I could feel it, really feel it, all of it.

I opened my eyes to find Tara knelt beside me on the floor, wearing nothing more than one of my dress shirts with all but the last two buttons open. Her right hand holding my erect cock, stroking it carefully, her left feeling around my thigh and balls. Before I could say a word or reach out to stop her, Tara's head dropped over my lap, swallowing my engorged head into her young mouth. I was about to shout at her, demand that she stop what she was doing when I felt the overwhelming sensation of her tender tongue swirl around the head of my cock. It was too much for me, I instantly fell into a sexual euphoria.

Her tongue continue to swirl and lick along my head and shaft as she slowly took more and more in. She kept sliding me in and out until she was taking my full length into her mouth and throat. I was shock at how well she was doing. She was driving me to the point of ejaculating with in a couple of minutes. Just as I was about to blow my load into her throat, Tara stopped, came up for air. I quickly came to my senses, sliding up from beneath her and sat up. My sudden movement startled her, she jumped a bit and gasped. Her eyes met with mine and I could easily see her fear.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to do something special for you, for all you've done for me. I thought you would like it." Tears were starting to form in the corners of her pretty dark eyes.

"It's not that I didn't like it, you're very good. It's just you don't need to do that to say thank you to me. You shouldn't have to do that to say thank you to anyone. But no matter what, its wrong for us to do anything like that, Tara, you should know that."

"I thought that since you weren't my real uncle, it would be alright. Besides I've had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. I dreamed of the day you would take me into your arms and make love to me. I have dreamed of doing just what I was doing to you ever since I seen it done in a movie. When I came out here and saw you with a hard on, I couldn't stop myself. I had to see it, to touch it, taste it."

"I may not be your real uncle as you put it, but you are still a minor, and that makes it illegal for us to do anything like that."

"I sure wont tell if you don't. I just want to make love to you, even if its just this once. I want to do some of the things I've seen in mom's movies with you. To feel you inside my body, to watch you shoot your cum all over my tits and face, lick your cum off my lips and kiss you like the women kiss the men in those movies."

"I understand what you're saying, honey. But we, I can't."

"You don't like me, you think I'm ugly?"

"No, god no. You are very pretty Tara, very pretty."

"Then you think I'm fat?"

"No-"

"My tits are to small, ass is too big?"

"No and no. You have a nice body, very perky tits, breasts. I just can't."

"Why not? No one will ever know, I swear."

She was starting to break me. The more she questioned her attractiveness the more of my attention she drew to that part of her anatomy, and I have to admit she was built pretty good. She did have a slim sexy figure with a tight full ass, long shapely legs, perky well rounded 32B breasts (I knew that from buying her bras and bathing suite), her belly had just a small pouch of baby fat, but nothing that would turn me off, in all she was really very sexy. I suddenly found myself having trouble remembering why I was turning her down.

Tara apparently could sense my control beginning to break. She twisted her upper body toward me, slipped a hand under the shoulder of each side of the shirt, and slowly slipped it down over her soft bare shoulders until her young firm breasts were completely exposed and pointing straight at my face. She raised up, moved closer to me, leaned into me so that the hard pink nipple of her right breast pressed to my lips. She then lifted her left leg over me and lowered herself onto my hard cock. I could instantly feel the moist heat of her pussy spreading over my length. That was it, I couldn't take anymore, she had me right were she wanted me. Horny.

Tara kept pressing her nipple against my lips until it forced its way into my mouth, her body rocking back and forth, working her hot, wet pussy up and down the length of my shaft, getting me wet and ready to dive deep into her. When I finally started to suck and lick her needing nipple, Tara raised up from me just enough to place the tip of my cock at he pussy entrance. Slowly she lowered herself down onto my cock. I could feel her young pussy struggled to stretch around my girth, slowly allowing me to enter her an inch at a time.

With slow and easy up and down movements Tara had taken my full eight inches inside her vagina. She carefully quickened her pace riding my cock, until she was bucking atop me like a seasoned cowgirl in a rodeo. She was riding me so hard that I could no longer keep her nipple in my mouth. So instead I reached out and cupped each of her round little breasts in my hands. I worked and needed them, pinched the nipples between my fingers. Soon she was quivering, her head thrust back, mouth open, back at an extreme arch. Her soft moans became squeals and shrieks as her first orgasm hit, quickly followed by her second. I too was close to erupting.

"Oh god, fuck me!" She screamed, raising up from me, leaning backward until her back was against the sofa cushions between my legs. Tara spread her long legs, lifting them high, knees pressed to her chest. "Please, please, Don." She pleaded with gasping breath. "Please fill me with your big cock."

How could I refuse such an invitation. I laid over top her. Took her mouth with mine. Our tongues danced as I slid my full length into her waiting cunt. I drove deep into her, stopping only when my balls slapped against her ass. I raised up, holding her by the waist and started to drive in and out of her hard and fast. Pounding my cock deeper and deeper into her young tight pussy. I could feel every inch drive into her as her pussy grasped at my girth.

"Oh God yes." Tara screamed as her third orgasm hit. Her legs wrapped around my waist, nails dug into the flesh of my back. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh god yes."

I kept up my pace until she felt as if she were going to pass out beneath me. When I slowed my pace Tara quickly reach down and slapped my ass.

"Oh god don't you dare stop now." She cried, wiggling her body at the waist, working my cock with the muscles of her cunt, sucking and stroking me within her. I didn't hesitate in restarting my pounding of her tender pussy. With in a few more minutes I too was ready to cum. She had reach her fourth orgasm and was close to her fifth.

"I going to cum." I whispered into her ear. "I'm going to cum now."

Tara twisted beneath me. "No, no not yet." She shouted, squirming away from me as fast as she could. " You have to shoot your cum on my tits and face, remember?"

"You're sure that's what you want?"

"Yes, yes, please..."

I couldn't refuse her. I pulled my cock out of her, knelt between her legs with my cock hanging over her belly, pointing straight at her pouty lips. I began to stroke myself, hard and fast when Tara reached up and stopped me.

"I'll do that," She cooed, replacing my hand with her own. She raised forward until her open mouth was no more than an inch from my purple, throbbing head. With a loose grip she stroked the full length of my cock with her right hand, twisting and tugging on my ball-sack with her left.

"Oh god!" I shouted with in a few seconds. "I going to cum..."

"Give it to me, give me your cum, give me your cum."

Tara stroked and pulled faster, twisted harder. I couldn't hold off any longer. I shot a big load of hot sticky goo right across her lips and nose. The second load hit her neck and chest. She pulled back from me a bit more for the third blast so it could land on her breast. Tara moaned and sighed as she felt my hot cum spray over her breasts. She quickly brought my cock back up to her mouth, popping the head between her lips and forcefully sucked out the last few drops of cum I had left in me. She continued to suck and stroke my cock, squeeze my balls until she was sure there was no more cum to be had.

I dropped back on the sofa, drained in every way. Tara crawled up on top of me, laid her head on my chest, wrapped her legs around mine. I hugged her in my arms and soon fell asleep.

The following morning I woke around 7am, Tara was still curled up on top me. Her head resting peacefully on my chest along with her right hand, her left was down between us holding on to my already hard penis. When I tried to move out from under her she quickly gave it a squeeze as if saying you're not going anywhere. I gave up after a couple tries and decided to just lay there and hold her for awhile longer. I must have fallen back to sleep, because the next thing I knew the clock was reading noon.