SARAH WATCHED SEAN SNARL at Jimmy and grab him around the throat. A spike of excitement hit her when she heard him growl, a deep rumble from his chest as he slammed Jimmy against the old red brick wall, the hard, hard impact forcing a cloud of dust to billow out into the slanting late afternoon sunlight, dust motes swirling and hanging in the still, hot air. His forearm tensed and flexed, sleek muscles cording as he slowly raised Jimmy off his feet inch by inch, his other hand curling into a fist. She trembled watching the raw power and quiet ferocious anger radiating like a supernova from Sean's tense body.

His face, azure eyes icy with hate, moved close to Jimmy until it was inches away.

A look of terror spread on Jimmy's reddened flushed face, eyes bulging wide, shocked at the sudden violence and raw strength of the stranger choking him. Fear chilled Jimmy's veins when he saw the grin, even scarier than the scowl, eyes like icicles piercing him with cold terror.

"Did you touch her?"

Jimmy's body shook uncontrollably. The deep gravelly voice scared him to hell. It sounded like the growl of a feral wolf; it shook with the promise of even greater violence, thick with anger. The large hand holding him off the ground tightened on his throat, gripping, choking him slowly.

"Did . . . you . . . touch . . . her?"

Stars danced at the edge of Jimmy's vision. 'Jesus Christ! He's going to kill me!' Jimmy thought suddenly.

Hot wetness spread in his jeans when his bladder suddenly released. "No. I swear!" he barely managed to croak.

"I'll give you to the count of two to get the hell out of here. If I ever see you near Sarah again I'll break your legs. If you ever touch her, I'll kill you. Understand?"

"Yyyy . . . Yyyessir" Jimmy squeaked.

The deep rough voice with that vicious grin stretching his face scared Jimmy more than he'd ever experienced. His knees shook so hard he was almost tripping as he ran out of the alley. 'Who the fuck was that? Where did he come from?' Jimmy thought, as he raced away.

Sarah trembled with excitement as she watched the raw anger in Sean. It was stunning and so, so arousing. How someone so handsome could project such power and anger amazed her, a hurricane; he was a force of nature when he was angry, absolutely thrilling. She watched Sean grin again, a scary stretch of his lips, white teeth bared. Her reaction was immediate, a flush of arousal, her nipples tightening and tingling. She wondered, 'What would it be like to have that intensity focused on her?'

As Jimmy ran off, Sarah felt Sean grab her by the scruff of the neck and practically lift her off her feet, hauling her to the beaten-up old Ram pickup. She grinned, his fury pouring off him like lava flowing from a volcano, waves of hot anger battering her. 'Magnificent', she thought.' Jeez, what would it be like if it were passion?'

I WAS ANGRY; VERY, very angry. Heat pounded through my body, muscles rigid. I felt like strangling the pimply, scrawny seventeen-year-old boy. It had been immediate; a fury exploding when I'd seen him with Sarah in the alley next to the rundown single screen cinema, his hand creeping up toward her chest as he bent to kiss her. Who the fuck was he to touch her? How dare he?

"Sarah, I swear . . ." I couldn't even finish what I wanted to say I was so mad. I was burning in anger, my blood on fire.

Why the hell did she do these things? It drove me fucking nuts. Why couldn't she be like other twelve-year-olds? I'd lost control, I knew it, but seeing that scrawny kid touching her lit a very short fuse, inside me. I wanted to kill him. Simple. Kill the pimply bastard. How dare he!!

But what really, really burned me, what really drove me insane, was not understanding why. Why did Sarah bring out such raw emotion in me? How could such a small girl drive me so damned insane? And why the hell did my brother make me her guardian? What the hell did I know about raising twelve-year-old girls? She was the most stubborn, opinionated, and infuriating person I'd ever met. Damn!

SARAH TWISTED, LEANED BACK against the pickup truck door, and studied Sean as he stared out the windshield, his tanned ropy forearm muscles bunched hard as he gripped the steering wheel, frowning and squinting against the glare of the setting sun as they drove home. Jeez he's handsome; scruffy sandy hair over his collar and falling over his eyebrows, a firm jaw darkened by a day's growth of beard, dimpled chin and sexy lips flattened in anger.

She caught her breath when he turned and nailed her with his glare, startlingly azure eyes narrowed and squinting at her, sexy creases at the corners. Uncle Sean radiated strength held under a tight leash, tightly controlled. She wondered, again, what he'd be capable of doing if he ever let loose. Jeeez, what would it be like if it was passion? She felt another twinge of arousal at the thought. It made her grin; so exciting.

SHIT! DID SHE THINK THIS was funny? Why was she grinning at me? I'd told her specifically not to go into town.

"You're grounded, Sarah," I growled.

"Nope."

SARAH LOVED THE WAY his eyes narrowed into little slits and his body shook slightly in repressed anger. She knew he'd never raise a hand to her. He seemed to have these weird old-fashioned ideas of how females should be treated. She thought back to when she'd first arrived in Arizona.

She'd been nervous, never having met her Uncle. It was pretty hard coming from New York to this out-of-the-way dust bowl. She'd been worried and scared and wasn't looking forward to it. Traveling alone had frightened her and having to live with someone she'd never met worried her to no end.

When she stepped off the Greyhound bus and saw him, not knowing he was her uncle, she'd ogled him. Gawd, the man was a hunk, six three, slim hips, broad muscular shoulders, and solid thighs. He was casually leaning against a dusty crumbling brick wall, legs and arms crossed, looking completely relaxed and at ease. There was an absolute stillness about him, yet it felt like he was aware of everything around him, that he was coiled, ready to move suddenly, if need be. Maybe if there were more guys like him she'd enjoy being in this hot and dusty nowhere town.

When he'd asked her if she was Sarah in a deep gravelly voice, startling azure eyes twinkling and lips curling into a half smile, it had taken her breath away. Uncle Sean? That was Uncle Sean? Holy shit! Hunkalicious!

"Are these all your bags? Come on, let's go."

His voice was deep and matched his size, a little gruff and stern, but not rude. And for such a big guy he moved like a damned cat! It intrigued her; he was so different from Dad who'd been tall and slim, an almost skinny, book-wormish literary professor. Although studying Uncle Sean she could see some resemblance; the slim nose, familiar unruly hair, and angular face. But where did the azure eyes come from?

She knew Uncle Sean was twelve years younger than Dad had been, twenty-nine she thought, but this was night and day! Following him, she'd stared in awe at his tight butt in old faded jeans. Jeez, just wait till I tell Lucy about my uncle. She'll never believe it! I've gotta send her a picture of that ass!

"This is your room. The bathroom is across the hall there. I'll let you unpack and freshen up."

Sarah took in her new room, larger than her room back home, the solid wood furniture a little plain and rustic; bed, dresser, mirror, desk and chair, walk-in closet, and big windows with a view of pretty much nothing, as far as she could tell; sand, dirt, dried grass, and scrub brush with brown hills in the distance dotted with scraggly trees.

As she'd unpacked, she thought about Uncle Sean. He'd been quiet in the truck, polite enough but his conversation was mostly monosyllabic responses to her questions or just grunts. It felt like he was uncomfortable. Her new home was fifteen miles out of Santa Rosa, a nothing town, the last part of the ride down a dusty rutted lane. She'd managed to get out of Uncle Sean that he owned the land, almost five-hundred acres, and he bred, raised and trained horses.

After washing her face and tying her hair back in a pony tail, she'd explored. His ranch-style house was large. Then again, she'd been used to an apartment her whole life. It would seem large. His living room was large and comfortable, rustic, well used furniture, a big fireplace almost as tall as she was, and Indian rugs on the wood floor, but no television. Damn. The kitchen was also large and, with the exception of no microwave, seemed to be well equipped. Uncle Sean's bedroom was larger than hers; bed unmade, clothes tossed here and there, which was no big surprise since everywhere else in the house was a scene right out of Twister. He had an en suite bathroom, towels dropped haphazardly on the floor.

His study was the only spotless and organized place in the house; large desk, computer, thank God, filing cabinets, and chairs, all in all quite normal.

What surprised her was that while things were messy, everything was clean, no dust or dirt, no dirty dishes in the kitchen either, just messy and disorganized.

She had walked back to the kitchen, grabbed a Coke from the fridge, and strolled out onto the veranda, hooking her butt on the railing to watch Uncle Sean as he'd hauled bundles of hay from a sun-bleached wood barn to a well maintained red painted stable. She thought he moved with such ease, languid and graceful. Yes, cat-like she decided.

Sipping her Coke, she'd watched him greet and talk to each horse. The horses seemed to push their heads out of their stalls to eagerly welcome him, manes shaking and heads nodding in excitement. She was too far away to hear, but the gentle way he rubbed their necks and noses, spending time with each horse, showed a surprisingly tender side to the image she'd formed so far.

She'd wondered what it was going to be like living in such an isolated place, no friends, no TV and as hot as Hades.

I PACED THE KITCHEN in frustration, still fuming from Sarah and that snot-nosed kid. My anger had followed me all the way back from town and Sarah's lack of remorse was making me angrier. I glared at her.

I'd had enough, and Sarah's innocent face sitting at the kitchen table didn't fool me. This latest escapade at the cinema was the last straw. Who knew what she'd have done if I hadn't found her? Leaving the ranch yet again without telling me was unacceptable, and it was the fifth time this month. Didn't she understand how much I hated worrying, how uncomfortable and damned annoying this new, unfamiliar feeling was?

She'd disrupted my life ever since she'd arrived. What madness came over my brother to name me her guardian? What the hell was wrong with his wife's family? Why didn't they take her?

Sarah had surprised me. I'd expected some awkward, acne covered child with braces and a stuck-up attitude of privilege from living in New York. Nope.

Waiting at the bus stop for her to arrive, I had only figured out she was Sarah when no other girl got off the bus. She wasn't what I'd imagined. The dark burgundy hair cascading down her back to below her shoulder blades was the first thing I saw and it surprised me. We had no redheads in our family. But Sarah was no child; just under five feet, she was slender and well into pubescence, with a small smattering of light, almost invisible freckles on a surprisingly pretty face, wide mouth, full rosy lips, small nose and dark red eyebrows. What startled me were her eyes, deep emeralds glinting with amusement and character.

When she'd smiled, it had scared the hell out of me. This child was going to be trouble, I could just tell. She'd have every pubescent boy within a hundred miles panting after her, young men too, probably. Damn, I didn't need this headache, I'd thought.

And I'd been right. She'd been a constant headache and I hated the worry, hated it. Pausing my pacing, I faced her and pointed a finger at her.

"You're grounded, Sarah!"

What the hell was so funny? Why was she smiling? She'd broken the rules.

"Nope."

"What do you mean 'nope'? I'm telling you, you're grounded!" I growled at her.

"Nope."

Damn! The girl was driving me crazy. How the hell was I supposed to take care of her if she never listened to me? Sarah was infuriating. She had taken less than two days to disrupt my life, hounding me to pick things up, pestering me about no TV, chastising me for this and that. She seemed to take an inordinate amount of pleasure watching me pick up stuff, ordering me around as if she owned the place, reorganizing everything until I had no idea where anything was.

Leaning against my bedroom door frame, arms crossed and grinning, she'd said, "You're a slob Uncle, don't forget those socks under your bed," then pointing a dainty finger regally, "and your dirty underwear over there."

SARAH WATCHED UNCLE SEAN carefully as she sat at the kitchen table. His eyes were still icy, his big shoulders hunched, his fists clenched as he stood staring at her. She could see the muscles in his jaw flexing. He was angry with her and it made him look so sexy. When she grinned at him again, his eyes squinted at her. Jeez he was such a hunk.

"What was wrong with me seeing Jimmy?" she asked. "I don't think he's very happy right now. Did you know you scared him so much he peed his pants? Are you going to do that to every boy I see, or are you going to stop me from seeing boys altogether? What's your problem?"

GOD DAMN IT! "Problem? Problem? Jesus Christ Sarah. That kid just wanted to get into your pants!"

"So?"

Why was she grinning now? It wasn't funny. I was serious, damn it! "So? You're only twelve years old!"

"So what? In some countries I'd be married by now."

Fuck. Fuck!

Sarah's smiling at me when I stomped out the back door had me muttering and swearing under my breath.

"Language, Uncle Sean!" she yelled, a giggle echoing out to me.

Shit! How could I let her get to me? I should put her over my knee and spank her. I grinned at the image. She'd probably laugh. Damn, her stubbornness was just so funny sometimes. But she could get under my skin like no one else on earth. Only distance helped.

My problem was the stab of uncontrollable rage thathad hit out of the blue when I saw her with that pimply teenage rat. It felt a little too close to jealousy. I felt my anger return with a vengeance just thinking about it. Jealousy? Shit! She's my niece for Christ sake! I wished she was that acne covered child I'd first imagined. It would have made life so much easier. But no, damned Sarah had to be beautiful, headstrong, willful, and opinionated. She had to be slender, svelte, and sexy as all get up despite being twelve. And those damned hypnotic eyes, whirlpools of green that drew me in making me feel stupid and tongue-tied every time she looked at me! Jesus! I'd never met anyone like her. She was one of a kind.

THE OPEN WINDOW LET in hot air and the sound of crickets. With the moon only a waning crescent, nights were inky black and stars unusually bright. Sarah lay on her side in bed, her hand squeezed between her slim thighs as she gently caressed her pussy over her panties, the iPod playing her favorite love songs as she thought back over her time with Uncle Sean.

It had been the fourth day after her arrival when she'd been so shocked. She'd gone to sit out on the veranda with her bowl of cereal, her butt perched on the railing and the morning sun already making the air hot and oppressive.

She was about to take her first spoonful when her hand paused halfway to her mouth. She'd gawped. Uncle Sean, in the training paddock, was bare-chested in tight faded jeans leading a horse around in a circle at the end of a long rope, talking to it gently. The morning sun sparkled off a coating of sweat on Sean's broad shoulders and tapered back, outlining sleek muscles.

As he turned, the spoon fell inadvertently from her hand, rattling when it hit the wood veranda, cereal and milk spraying everywhere, while she ogled him. Jeez Uncle Sean was cut, a hard flat six-pack stomach and a deep muscular chest with a light coating of sandy chest hair. She gasped when she saw a small line of baby hair from his navel disappearing into the waist of his jeans.

She couldn't help it. She'd immediately wondered what his pubic hair looked like and blushed as she wondered if his cock was as magnificent as the rest of him, her thighs clenching. She'd beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom, breakfast forgotten, and masturbated to relieve the sudden intense arousal he'd elicited, a visceral, physical reaction she'd never experienced before. It had surprised the hell out of her.

In bed, on her side, she gently caressed herself, soft sexy love songs playing in her ears as she felt the first flush of moisture, arousal puckering her nipples, her imagination in full flight.

She daydreamed, picturing Sean naked with a small towel around his trim waist and his body still damp from taking a shower. She imagined him standing in her doorway looking at her with the intensity she'd seen that afternoon with Jimmy, but now as passion burning. She imagined him driven crazy with lust, shaking as he tried to resist his uncontrollable need for her body, and the agony of desire in his sexy azure eyes. She'd tease him by fiddling with the top button of her blouse and look up at him demurely from under her long eyelashes.

She'd let him get a peek at her skimpy bra and, stroking her panties harder, Sarah pictured his cock slowly tenting the towel around his waist, stiffening and erecting at his burning desire to take her, mate with her.

She started breathing harder, finger stroking her sensitive clit, her panties dampening slightly from her arousal, labia slipping against each other as she imagined letting her blouse fall open while reaching for the top button of her jeans, her fingertips toying with it suggestively, coyly, smiling seductively at Sean.

Her climax approached as she imagined Sean growling suddenly, his need too great, striding to her with cat-like grace, grabbing her violently and throwing her on the bed, his big heavy body pressing her into the mattress as he kissed her roughly, bruising her lips, his tongue thrusting forcefully into her mouth. Her hips started moving, nipples sore and hard as she imagined Sean pulling off her jeans, tearing her panties off violently and desperately pulling her blouse and bra open. She imagined the hot lust in his eyes as he stared at her young body splayed naked on the bed, legs spread, nipples hard, pussy damp. Her heart started pounding as she pictured Sean tearing his towel off, his magnificent cock, thick, big and pulsing as he pried her legs apart with his knees.

Her climax started as she imagined him thrusting into her, stretching her painfully, slamming deep inside her pussy and fucking her hard, using her body, growling as he pounded into her in uncontrollable need, staring intently into her eyes, filling her as he penetrated her deeply over and over.

Her climax crested, body humping against her fingers, gasping, as she imagined Sean cumming in her hard, hot semen spurting deep inside her as he growled out her name, thrusting and spurting inside her, filling her, breeding her.

As her orgasm passed, and delicious post-orgasmic calm flowed through her body she giggled. She really shouldn't read those romance novels, she thought.

She was scared, really scared.

She shouldn't have sneaked into town yet again, hoping to get another reaction out of Uncle Sean. Somehow, it had gone wrong and gotten out of hand. The guy had seemed nice enough and had chatted politely while they ate ice cream. He was older, twenty-two or three, Wes, he said, and reasonably good looking. She felt mature, sophisticated and attractive with his attention.

When she felt slightly guilty about Uncle Sean and decided to head home, Wes offered to walk her to the bus stop. He seemed nice. She'd only been distracted momentarily, thinking about the bus schedule and wondering whether it might be faster to hitch a ride. But that distraction was enough.

Wes suddenly pulled her around the corner of Wylie's used furniture store, shoved his body against her and pushed her back hard, slamming her against the wall and scaring the hell out of her.

"No! Stop!" she yelled, angry he'd try anything with her.

She felt his disgusting tongue on her neck, his hand groping her crotch. Dread flooded her.

"You're sexy. I love redheads," he panted hotly into her ear.

She wrestled and tried to hit Wes, tears spilling when she felt him grope her breast. It hurt when he squeezed hard! He was so scarily violent. His bad breath choked her when he tried to kiss her. She twisted her face away, struggling to get free, and tried to gouge him with her nails. He was an octopus, hands groping her, holding her, stopping her from escaping; imprisoning her against the wall. She couldn't seem to stop him or move. Her panic rose higher and higher.

She was gasping in fear when he forced his leg between hers, a hand squeezing her crotch, popping the button on her jeans and fumbling with her zipper.

'God, Uncle Sean! Where are you? I need you!' she screamed iin her head.

Pain tore through her breast when he pinched her nipple viciously, bringing tears to her eyes. He tried to tear her blouse open, three buttons flying as she struggled to stop him, holding the torn edges.

"Noooo!" she screamed, crying, now terrified. He's going to rape me!

His filthy hand pushed into her blouse gripping her bra. She gathered her breath to scream again, heart racing.

Suddenly Wes was torn away, landing on his back with a thud. Sarah heard a growl and recognized it: Sean!

Opening her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, her breath caught in her throat. Sean, angrier than she'd ever seen him with a feral snarl on his face, all his muscles taut and knotted, reached down and effortlessly pulled Wes up by the front of his shirt. She saw Sean's arm rise and, in horror, saw his fist hit Wes, heard the crack of a broken nose as Wes' head arched back.

Blood spurted as Wes moaned and slammed back to the ground with a painful thump. Sean pulled him up again, Wes' back arching off the ground. Sarah felt sick to her stomach when she heard the crunch of bone, Sean's fist smashing into Wes' cheek.

There was nothing funny about this. There was nothing funny or sexy about Uncle Sean. He was a feral animal, scarily violent, a mean snarl on his face, azure eyes vicious and ice cold with anger. She shuddered when he leaned down, "You touched her, you fuck," he growled, his arm hooking around Wes' neck.

She was frozen to the spot, shocked and unable to move as she watched Sean lift Wes effortlessly by the neck and straighten up, his lips moving to Wes' ear, growling loudly, harshly, "You hurt Sarah. I'm going to kill you slowly, you fucking piece of shit," pure venom in his voice.

Sean's boot crash down hard on the side of Wes' knee. Sarah heard the crunch and watched it bend in an unnatural way, the knee broken. Wes screamed in pain, his blood-covered mouth twisting in a rictus expression of agony before fainting. The sight shocked Sarah out of her paralysis.

"No Sean! Don't!" she screamed.

She raced over and threw herself on his back. "Stop! Let him go! You have to stop!" she yelled sobbing, grabbing him around his neck, pulling hard. God, what had she done? It was supposed to be a game; tease Uncle Sean. "Please Sean, please. Let him go!" she cried, tears spilling. Sean was going to kill him, really kill him!

She felt his hard body flex and shudder before he dropped Wes to the ground, his insensate body falling like a rag doll. Sarah let Sean go. Before she could say anything Sean's arms scooped her up, an arm under her trembling knees and behind her back, pulling her tight, so tight she couldn't breathe. Tears tumbled down her cheeks as she felt him shaking.

Opening her eyes, she looked into his, soft eyes that had lost their fury, soft eyes that looked at her with worry, soft eyes, warm eyes.

MY HEART POUNDED HEAVILY. "Are you okay, Sarah?" I asked gently.

She hugged my neck, tears streaming, her face buried into me, body trembling.

"Sarah," I asked more urgently. "Are you okay?"

She'd disappeared from the ranch again and by five thirty hadn't come back. I'd felt my anger choking me like it was stuck in my throat. She was at it again and I couldn't take it much longer. This was no way to live together. Sarah was showing a complete lack of respect.

Driving through Santa Rosa, looking left and right as I searched for her, I'd heard her scream. Screeching to a halt, I saw her backed up against a wall, some asshole molesting her as she struggled, his hand thrust into her crotch. A black mist descended as I tore out of the pickup, the bastard was groping her. I heard her cry out in pain when he gripped her breast. Time vanished. "Kill him, he's hurting Sarah," pounded through my brain.

Sanity took a vacation and I beat the slimy shit. Awareness didn't return until I felt small arms wrap around my neck, a small body bang against me, tugging me. Sarah yelling. What was she yelling for? I hadn't finished with this turd.

As the mist of fury cleared I saw her, tears streaming down her cheeks, pretty, pretty eyes frightened, torn blouse, jeans undone. God Sarah! I swept her up, hugging her tight. Jesus, what would have happened if I hadn't arrived in time? I felt ice in my heart at the thought.

But when she looked up at me, sweet, sweet face, tear stained cheeks and deep enchanting emerald eyes full of fear, I felt the ground shift under me. I knew why she drove me so damned nuts. I knew why I found her so damned annoying, why she drove me insane and stirred such strong emotions in me. I knew. I knew, in that moment, it was because I loved her.

SARAH WAATCHED UNCLE SEAN'S pupils dilate and felt a sudden stillness in his body, utter stillness. A tremor went through her as his head moved. The world went silent. She held her breath. Time stood still. Uncle Sean was going to kiss her!

His head snapped up at the wail of a siren, police heading towards them. With a sudden burst of speed, he carried her to the pickup, bundling her into the passenger seat, "Buckle up, Sarah." Rear wheels squealed as he accelerated away, smoke from burning rubber and the wail of the police siren left behind.

"Are you okay, Sarah? Did he hurt you?"

His voice was raspy. He was pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. She could see his shoulder muscles corded with stress. He looked like a leopard pacing in a cage, tense and poised to explode into action. He hadn't said a word on the way back, not one word. He hadn't even looked at her.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Uncle," she said softly. She felt stupid and foolish. She shouldn't have treated Uncle Sean that way. She felt ashamed and childish. Tears welled in her eyes as she considered how selfish and immature she'd been since arriving. Her shame was an unbearable pressure in her chest. He'd been nothing but kind and considerate to her in his own gruff way, despite everything she'd done. He'd accepted her into his home and made her feel like it was hers, too. All she'd done in return was to toy with him, annoy him and tease him to get a rise out of him. Childish fun; stupid childish fun.

Jumping up, Sarah ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. She needed to hide, hide the intense shame that poured through her. Throwing herself across her bed, her shoulders shook as she cried hard, hurting. Stupid! You're so stupid, she berated herself.

I FROZE IN INDECISION. For the first time, in longer than I could remember, I didn't know what to do. Should I go after Sarah or leave her alone? What did one do? Did she need comfort or solitude? Shit! Maybe I should just check in on her.

SARAH HEARD THE SOFT knock and the bedroom door open when she didn't answer. She felt the dip of her bed when Sean sat on the edge, and the heaviness of his hand on her back.

"Sarah."

There was something different in the timbre of his voice; it was soft, caring, deep and resonating. She turned her head on the pillow, opened her eye and looked at him through her hair, an unruly mess spread around her head.

I WATCHED SARAH'S HEAD turn, an eye open, emerald green peeking out through thick burgundy hair. She had no idea how cute and sexy it was, nor how it made my heart lurch. I brushed her thick hair back behind her dainty ear with a fingertip, loving how soft it was.

"You didn't answer me. Did he hurt you?"

UNCLE SEAN, ASKING WITH such care and worry in his eyes, made Sarah feel even worse. Tears gathered and spilled anew. She rolled away from him curling up. She didn't want him to see her shame. The bed sagged. Strong muscled arms slipped around her and hugged her. With Sean's large body behind her, she cried quietly, tears slipping down her cheeks and dampening the pillow, hurting, deeply ashamed.

She woke with sun streaming through the window hot on her back. Her first sensation was confusion, something rough on her cheek. As she processed signals from her body, she realized she was cuddled into Sean's side, her head against his chest, his warm arm around her and the dull rhythmic thump of his heart in her ear.

Opening her eyes, she saw Sean fully dressed on his back. They were both on top of the covers. His face was relaxed, jaw shadowed by beard growth, so handsome. His body felt large next to her and she realized she had her knee hooked over his thigh, her arm across his broad chest, cuddled to his side. She smiled. She wanted to stay in that position forever but pressure in her bladder called. Slipping out of his arm, she quietly went to the bathroom. Feeling more human after peeing, washing her face, and brushing her teeth and hair, she passed through the kitchen to put on coffee before returning to her bedroom.

Standing in the doorway leaning against the jamb, she studied Sean, still asleep in her bed. Her heart missed some beats when he opened his eyes and smiled at her, creases forming at the edges. He was so achingly sexy, a rough man completely still and relaxed, and he'd saved her like a hero to the rescue, too. Yet, as she smiled timidly, she felt herself blush, cheeks hot. When he'd smiled she felt something constrict her chest, a hand reaching in and contracting her heart, and she struggled to breathe the heavy air.

"I made you coffee."

WAKING UP AND SEEING Sarah first thing, slender and gorgeous with a thick burgundy ponytail, sexy eyes shining and the sweetest smile on her lips, was perhaps the nicest way of waking up I'd experienced. The rosy flush that bloomed from her neck to her cheeks made her more alluring. I felt totally rested and, with no embarrassment or awkward feelings, I knew I loved her, completely, head over damned heels. I'd never known anyone like her, feisty, stubborn, opinionated, infuriating beyond belief, and so damned attractive. Sarah was completely unique - one of a kind.

I was careful at breakfast though, new feelings making me wary. While Sarah served eggs and bacon, her first time making breakfast, and smiled at me shyly, I took stock. I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt the intense feelings Sarah stirred in me were driven by a deep attraction I'd been trying to deny. I remembered the stab of jealously when I saw her with the teenage runt, and the sudden urge to kiss her when she was in my arms, how good she'd felt, how right it had felt.

But watching her brought home how young she was; too young. Way too young. Despite how strongly I felt about her, guilt rushed at me. Ashamed at my inappropriate feelings, I shut them off, tossed them into a dark closet inside, locked the door, and threw away the key. I was her uncle. I was her guardian. She was my dead brother's daughter. He had entrusted her to me and she was twelve years old. It didn't matter how I felt. It was inappropriate.

"Good breakfast, Sarah. Thanks," I complimented before heading out.

SARAH WATCHED SEAN HEAD out the door. He sounded grumpy. It was the first time she'd cooked and served him breakfast, the impulse motivated by shame that still lingered. When she finished cleaning the dishes, she went out onto the veranda and hooked her butt on the railing, taking in the view.

Staring at the distant brown hills her mind drifted. Remembering Sean almost kissing her made her nipples tingle. She wondered if he'd try to kiss her again and hoped he would.

Yet, as days passed, Sean was studiously polite to her regardless of how nice she was. It felt like the nicer she was, the more distant he became. She was confused and couldn't reconcile his coolness with how he'd almost kissed her, or how he'd held her through the night, or how he'd looked at her when he'd woken up.

I WAS DISTRACTED AND it angered me. Starlight, a two-year-old colt, was unruly and not responding to the training, and I knew it was my fault. I wasn't concentrating and it wasn't fair to Starlight.

"Okay, boy. Enough for today." I led him to the stable and started brushing him down.

Sarah had stunned me this morning. I had no idea she was that far along in pubescence. I couldn't believe how immediate my reaction was to the sight of her bent over and pulling on jeans. I knew it was going to be difficult trying to ignore her allure but I hadn't expected to see that. I shouldn't have looked into her room as I passed. Damn, but her ass, those panties, and when she looked up, small breasts in lace! It gave me an immediate erection. Fuck! I just knew I wouldn't be able to get that picture out of my head. It was going to haunt me. She definitely wasn't a child.

"Uncle Sean?"

"Hmm?" I responded, looking up at her.

"Could you teach me to ride?"

My jaw clenched. Sarah was wearing her usual jeans and T-shirt, thick hair pulled into a ponytail and big beautiful eyes looking at me expectantly. And all I could think of was what was hidden from view underneath. I looked involuntarily at the gentle mounds of her small breasts pressing against her T-shirt, the seductive curve of her small butt in tight jeans, and the sexy, prominent mound of her crotch. Shit Sean, stop it!

"So, can you?"

"Can I what?"

"Teach me to ride."

"I'm busy. Maybe later. Leave me alone Sarah. I have work to do." That sexy smile and sway of her ass was so . . . Goddammit Sean. Stop! She's twelve!

SARAH THOUGHT SEAN WAS even grumpier than normal at lunch. His answers to her questions were grunts or single words. He didn't converse and squinted those beautiful eyes every time he looked at her. However, despite his truculence, he'd agreed to teach her to ride, or at least it sounded like he did.

The horse was huge! She was very surprised at just how big the horse was from the saddle. She felt like she was miles up in the air, and she'd never imagined horses were so broad. Her legs were spread wide and gripping hard in fear of falling off.

"Relax, Sarah. Stop trying to hold still. Let yourself move with the horse."

She was grateful Sean was holding a long rope. Still, even with the horse walking gently around in a circle she felt nervous.

"Sarah, relax. You're not going to fall off. Stop trying to grip with your legs. Come on, breathe deeply and let your muscles go. You have to move with Jake. Feel his rhythm."

SARAH WAS DOING OKAY for a first timer, but I had to grin at her studious expression and wariness. She was as tight as a drum, gripping the pommel as if her life depended on it. "Relax. He won't let you fall," I reassured.

I watched Sarah try to consciously relax, forcing herself not to hold on for dear life and let her legs unclench. I saw the moment when she suddenly felt the rhythm, the natural cadence of Jake's movements. When she didn't fall off she relaxed a bit more.

A slow, pretty grin of achievement appeared. With a gentle tug, I got Jake to walk just a little faster watching Sarah carefully. I smiled when I saw her swaying naturally in the saddle, proud that she was such a quick study. She was beautiful astride Jake, thick hair bouncing, pure pleasure glistening in her enchanting eyes.

It took her two weeks to learn how to ride and be comfortable and capable, and to learn how to care for Jake. She was a natural, I thought with some pride. I actually enjoyed riding with her. Sarah had a dancers grace when she rode and a sharp eye for the beauty of the scenery around her which, when added to her sharp wit, made for a remarkably good riding companion. Yet, an image kept haunting me every time I looked at her; Sarah, bent at the waist, slipping a gorgeous sleek leg into her jeans, panties forming to a spectacular petite rump, and a lacy bra gently coddling small, young yet sensual breasts; Sarah dressing. Sarah, twelve years old. It was haunting me.

SARAH, WHILE SITTING IN front of the fireplace, asked, "What's wrong, Uncle?" She'd tried and tried to be nice for the last few weeks, get closer to him, be considerate, and he just seemed to get angry. "Did I do something wrong?"

I GLANCED UP FROM the magazine. God, but she was a pretty girl. The way her beautiful hair swept over and cascaded down the front of one shoulder, sitting slightly turned in the armchair with slim legs curled and small bare feet at her side made her appear older, sensual and very attractive. In the evening dusk, her startling eyes were whirlpools I could feel tugging at my heart, tempting and seducing me, battering my resolve.

Her expression, the apprehensiveness and worry in it, was almost too much to resist. I wanted to hold her, to hug her, comfort her and kiss those sexy lips. Why did she have to be my niece? Why did she have to be only twelve? Why did she have to be so damned gorgeous?

"Nothing's wrong, Sarah. You've done nothing wrong."

"Uncle, something's wrong. I can tell. It's pretty obvious. Can't we talk about it?"

I was in trouble, serious trouble and didn't know how to stop it. I wanted her, God forgive me. I'd get hard thinking about her. The conflict was a pressure building, pressing ever tighter inside and straining for release. It was slowly becoming unbearable and I was scared of what I might do if it escaped, scared at the ferocity of my attraction to her. I could feel my self-control slipping. It felt like I was hanging from a cliff scrabbling desperately to hold on to propriety as Sarah called from below. It was so hard! It was too hard. Damn!

SARAH WAS SHOCKED WHEN Sean stood suddenly. "Leave me alone, Sarah," was said with such anger, eyes flinty as he strode out of the room. Sitting silently on the couch, tears gathered and fell gently in large drops down her cheeks. She'd been wrong. He hated her. Despite all her efforts, Uncle Sean hated her. She felt empty, a void of nothingness mushrooming inside. She suddenly felt cold. Standing slowly, tears spilling, she left the living room.

I WAS VERY WORRIED. Sarah hadn't been around when I got up. I hadn't seen her by noon, and by three I was seriously worried. At four I could wait no longer and was driving through town looking for her. In the half hour of driving and asking at her usual hangouts, I found no trace of her.

Thunderclouds, large dark roiling masses stretching high into the sky were gathering. They matched my mood as I gripped the steering wheel. The air was hot, still, and oppressive. Where the hell was she? She'd never been gone for this long. A peal of thunder shook the pickup as I turned onto my property. Fat single raindrops hit the windshield with loud splats and the sky darkened turning late afternoon into twilight.

A bolt of lightning slammed to the ground in the distance, cracking like a gunshot, and the thunder rolled as I got out of the pickup. I hardly noticed. Worry was becoming fear. Had Sarah run away?

With rain drumming erratically on the roof, I checked every room in the house. I checked her clothes to see if she'd packed anything. There was nothing amiss, but still no sign of Sarah. Standing at the sink, looking out from the kitchen, I was desperately wracking my brain when a bolt of fear tore through me. In the distance I saw Jake backlit by a flash of lightning, empty saddle and heading home. No Sarah. Fuck! She'd gone riding. Thunder rolled ominously across the landscape.

It took me ten minutes to saddle Winter, a black stallion. Jake ambled into the yard as I rode out of the stable urging Winter into a gallop. Fat, heavy raindrops stung every bit of exposed skin and slowly soaked me, chilling me to the bone as I headed towards the distant hills, the direction Jake had come from. Where the fuck had she gone? Why wasn't she in the saddle, what had happened? Was she hurt?

By eleven at night, my body was shivering from cold and fear. I hadn't found her and, without light, my chances of finding her were diminishing by the minute. Yet I couldn't give up, she was out here somewhere. Another intensely bright bolt of lightning cracked. The landscape turned stark white making Winter skittish and the thunder rolled, shaking the ground as rain fell harder and colder. Guiding Winter, I ascended yet another hill. It felt like the hundredth.

It was the fresh-turned muddy dirt, and an unnatural depression disappearing over the side that caught my eye. Dismounting, I peered down the steep incline and saw nothing. Disappointment flooded me; fear now an acid eating at my insides. As I turned to mount Winter I caught a flick of color out of the corner of my eye. Turning back, I stared hard trying to pierce the darkness and rain but saw nothing. Betting the flash of unnatural color was Sarah, I plunged down the steep incline, feet slipping on loose scree and muddy soil. There! I saw her half way down, folded and bent around a stunted tree that had arrested her fall.

Racing as fast as I could, scrambling across the slippery jagged slope, my heart pounding with fear, I reached her inert body. My hand trembled as I touched her, a mass of tangled wet burgundy hiding her face.

"No!" I whispered, agony wracking my body as my fingers touched icy cold skin.

Rolling Sarah onto her back gently, brushing her hair back, I looked in shock at her face. Blood covered half her face from a gash at her hairline. Her skin was white, white. God no! Panicking, I felt for her artery. Relief flooded through me when I detected a weak, thready pulse. Sarah was alive, barely alive.

Mindless of any injuries I picked her up gently, holding her slight body to mine, so petite in my arms. She needed warmth; I was shivering with cold and she wasn't moving. Exposure was setting in and I had no blankets, no jacket; no way to warm her.

It took us two hours to get back riding as fast as I could, fear chasing me. Winter never hesitated as I drove him on ever harder, whispering to him urgently, "Faster boy, faster," the rain a swarm of wasps painfully stinging my face.

Finally, we arrived home. I didn't even consider taking another hour to drive her to the hospital, she needed warmth now! Dismounting in the yard and carrying her, I quickly walked inside and straight into the shower, fully clothed. Turning on the water and standing, holding her limp body to my chest, I gradually warmed up the water until steam was billowing. I stood, praying, staring at her sweet face, my body still shaking despite the returning warmth seeping into me.

Water washed blood from her face. I stared at her, so delicately pretty. My chest was constricted, tight and uncomfortable. Acid roiled in my stomach.

I saw it first in a return of color to her skin. I saw eyes stirring under her eyelids and then felt her breath deepen. My knees weakened from relief when emerald eyes opened, expanding and growing to fill my universe, whirlpools I let draw me in. I kissed her lips gently. Sarah was going to be okay.

"What the hell were you thinking, Sarah?" I yelled, leftover adrenaline making me shake.

The gash on her head had been small, a bleeder. Dried, changed, and bundled into a thick blanket in front of a roaring fire, and with a bowl of hot soup inside her, had made a world of difference. She looked wet and bedraggled and utterly, utterly gorgeous.

JEEZ HE WAS LOUD. "I fell! It was a snake!" she said vehemently, her head pounding. "Can't you talk quieter? My head hurts!"

"And why do think it hurts? Jesus Christ Sarah, you could have died!"

He was squinting at her, sexy creases at the edges of his azure eyes, sexy as hell, yeah, sexy as hell and it was making her heart race. He was pacing like a leopard again, hair soaked, shirt soaked, jeans soaked, and yelling at her. But his expression! He cared! It made her grin. Sean cared!

I SAW A GRIN spread on her pretty face, eyes twinkling. My anger fled, running like an abused mutt from a stranger.

Lightning flashed, outlining the room in stark white light, a flash bulb going off. Thunder immediately crashed shaking the house. Wind howled shaking the windows. The full rage of the storm had arrived. It brought home how dangerous it had been.

"Christ, Sarah," I said softly, "you could have died." Didn't she understand how close she'd come? Didn't she understand how scared I'd been?

WHEN HIS ANGER SUBSIDED, Sarah saw fear in his eyes. She saw them soften and recognized it from before. Standing, she dropped the blanket, pulled her bathrobe tighter around her and walked over to him, slipping her arms around his slim waist and resting her cheek on his wet shirt. "Sorry, Sean," she whispered. "I'm really sorry."

I HELD HER TIGHT, very tight. She felt good, felt right in my arms. She tilted her head up and a deep green eye peeked through her burgundy hair, so damned gorgeous. I watched as a smile curled her sexy lips.

"You kissed me," she said, a blush blooming.

Cute, too damned cute. I smiled. I had kissed her. And giving in to the feelings that had plagued me, bending my head, I did it again. Soft sexy lips touched me, warm, Sarah's lips. She hugged me tighter, pushing her mouth against mine then pulled away, leaning back. Her face turned serious, eyes burning, intense.

"Damn, Sean. It took you long enough!" she said with force.

Eyes twinkled as a smile returned to her pretty face. She grinned and leapt at me, arms wrapping around my neck, legs wrapping around my waist. Sexy lips bruised me as she kissed me deeply. I felt her tongue pushing at my mouth insistently; worming and forcing its way in before I'd even put my arms around her.

Holding Sarah, I kissed her deeply, tongues at war as I carried her out of the living room. She moaned and wiggled against me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth with wild abandon like a lost and parched desert wanderer drinking for the first time.

I broke the kiss, a fantastic kiss, and grinning, threw her on my bed. She squealed and bounced, her bathrobe parting, exposing exquisitely shaped legs and a peek of satiny white panties. Sexy.

SARAH WAS PANTING. SHE felt like she was in heat. His kiss had rocked her to the core, so much better than she'd dreamed it would be. But he surprised her when he tossed her on his bed, grinned sexily at her and told her he was going to take a proper shower.

She heard the shower start over the peals of thunder from outside. Fire was burning through her veins. She was so aroused her panties felt moist and her nipples sore. Suddenly she burst into action.

WATER FILLED MY OPEN mouth, almost choking me when Sarah calmly stepped into the shower stark naked. It was a sight I wanted to remember for the rest of my life. She was stunning, simply stunning. The most desirable female I'd ever laid eyes on.

My penis thickened and engorged, rising and becoming turgid, as I looked at her in all her naked glory. She was a petite girl in the magnificent, beautiful flush of adolescence; slender, almost delicate, young and fresh, yet all female. The hesitant excitement of her expression was stunningly sweet, her face gorgeous when a bright smile emerged after spotting my erection, mischief twinkling in eyes that hypnotized and enchanted. Her body was perfection, without a flaw, not one! Slim shoulders with a slight tapered body leading to a small waist; perfect, succulent firm little breasts with small roseate areolae and little pink nipples puckered in excitement; a seductive subtle flare to narrow, almost boyish hips; and a stunningly sexy dusting of dark burgundy pubic hairs that hid nothing on a magnificent pubis.

I was hard and erect, standing stock still, enthralled. Sarah was gorgeous and far sexier than I had imagined. My heart ached painfully. I wanted her; God, how I wanted her. I wanted to own her; mine, I wanted her to be mine. I didn't care if she was my niece. I didn't care if she was only twelve. I just didn't care.

SARAH FELT HER HEART beating wildly as she stood and let Sean inspect her. Her breath caught when she saw his eyes darken, his pupils dilate, and his penis thicken and rise. He was magnificent, standing as still as a mountain cat, a big erection thrusting from his loins. Water coursed down his deep chest flattening his soft chest hair, running in rivulets down his hard flat stomach and through his thick pubic hair. She felt a rush of arousal at his excitement, heat and heaviness blossoming in her pussy. That wasn't a penis, that was a cock; a thick, pulsing cock, she thought. Sean liked her! He wanted her! Looking back into his eyes, her smile faded at the intensity of his desire, exactly as she'd imagined. It was raw and hot and made her nipples hurt.

SHE MOVED TOWARDS ME, water dampening and darkening her hair. She slipped her arms around my waist, my erection nestled vertically against her soft stomach, a shudder of pleasure hitting me. A peal of thunder crashed, shaking the house, the storm raging outside and wind moaning. I didn't care. My entire focus was on Sarah's upturned face, her seductive full lips, and eyes pleading with me, inviting me. Bending down to kiss her reminded me how petite she was, just a girl, sexy as all get up, but just a girl. That thought melted away when her hand wrapped around my erection to hold the shaft softly. I moaned into her mouth, broke the kiss and gently removed her hand.

"Wash," I instructed, a bit befuddled, not sure if I meant her or me.

SARAH GRINNED AT UNCLE Sean's pained expression when she'd held his cock. It had sent a pulse of heat through her it was so thick. She wondered how it was going to feel inside her, her nipples aching and pussy throbbing at the thought. Would she be able to take it? Washing Sean was fun. He growled when she washed his balls and squinted at her when she washed his cock. But running her hands over his tight butt was fantastic. She'd always been a butt lover and Sean's was world class; firm, tight and sculpted. She giggled when, running her fingers through his tight butt crack, she felt his asshole; he clenched and growled. Jeez, he was a big cat, lithe, muscular and dangerous when angered; intensely exciting.

SARAH WAS DRIVING ME goddamn nuts, my erection painful as she washed me, giggling for some goddamn reason, gripping, stroking, caressing and poking everywhere I didn't need washing. But when her finger rubbed my asshole and she giggled at my automatic reaction, I'd had enough. It was my turn.

With an evil grin, I soaped up my hands, turned her by her shoulders and slapped her pretty little bottom, enjoying the way it jiggled and her squeal of surprise. She started giggling when I slipped my fingers between sweet firm buttocks, clenching them when I touched her little asshole. My grin broadened when she suddenly inhaled, my fingertips gently sliding along her small closed cleft. I removed my hand just as she pushed back, and caressed her lovely, sexy little buttocks, moving to her slim back before slipping my hands around her to her soft stomach. She fell back against me, sandwiching my erection between us as I washed her stomach just below her petite breasts, not quite touching them.

My grin widened as she grabbed my hands and tried to pull them up to her breasts, wrestling with me as I resisted her. Her bum wiggled delightfully against me as she fought my uncooperative hands.

"Damn it. Damn it," she muttered, then froze, looked up over her shoulder, her eyes bright with mischief. She grinned and shoved my hands in the opposite direction, right into her crotch.

I inhaled sharply when I felt her pussy, soft, small and mounded; incredibly sexy. Jerking my hands away, I growled and swept her up and turned the shower off. Enough! She squealed again when I threw her on the bed, wet hair flying everywhere, legs parting and her seductive, lightly dusted little pussy peeking at me, dark burgundy a sharp contrast to her light skin.

Grinning, I leaned over and grabbed her wrists yanking them out from her body. She laughed, twisting and turning to free herself, petite upright breasts jiggling beautifully from her struggles. As I knelt on the bed, she tried to close her legs, arms still outstretched and laughing harder. I used my knees to keep her legs spread and stopped, staring down at her sweet barely pubescent body. Her laughter died. Sarah was stunningly attractive spread out below me, slim, sexy, small breasts and a mounded, plump pussy, her cleft partially open revealing a glistening darker interior.

Slowly I let myself down and lay over her. She smiled a sexy little smile, a seductive little smile and I felt her legs rise to wrap around my waist. She was so petite under me, delicate and desirable. Lightning flashed like a strobe light flickering in her eyes and the thunder rolled. I let her wrists go, cupped her pretty face and kissed her gently. Sarah grabbed me and shoved her tongue into my mouth, her legs tightening around me. Suddenly we were kissing wildly, passionately, her arms pulling my body, legs tugging, tongues thrusting and parrying.

I felt the tip of my rigid erection touch her small pussy and groaned. Sarah's hands dropped to hold my lower back, tugging urgently, thighs gripping me as her labia parted, silky soft against my penis. She mewled, curled up and pulled sharply with her heels on my ass, and suddenly cried out in pain when I penetrated her, pausing briefly to stare into my eyes, an intense, intense expression. My erection pulsed painfully with need, the crown lodged inside her velvety tight grip. Sarah's eyes glowed and seemed to pulse, questioning and assessing me. I felt her assess the sensation of being penetrated, a slight tightening of her pussy on my crown.

She found whatever she was looking for, sighed, and urged me with her heels. In a smooth single stroke, I sank into her, three quarters of my erection clasped in an unbelievably tight, warm velvet sheath. Slowly we started moving together in long penetrating strokes, her hips curling up to get me deeper with each slow thrust. Her snug pussy gripped me, massaged me, and milked me, each aching thrust slipping deeper and deeper until I was fully sheathed. Passion surged in. Our pace increased quickly until bodies slapped against each other frantically, her tight, gripping vagina squeezing me.

The teasing, the stress, and the overwhelming passion of young love, of sex with Sarah, brought me close very, very quickly. With each sexy moan in my ear and hard thrust into heaven, I felt my climax build, my erection expanding painfully as I stroked into her, so beautifully tight. Then Sarah climaxed, "Oh God!" exploded from her as her small body arched violently under me pushing my cock deep, deep into her. An explosion of pleasure slammed into me. I came hard, semen burning up my straining shaft and jetting deep inside her. With a growl I pulled back, thrust deep and spurted hard, achingly hard, pleasure erupting in me. A third pulse of cum exploded almost painfully into her young pussy when she bit my shoulder drawing blood. She jerked uncontrollably under me as her orgasm raged, thighs squeezing, feet holding hard as if her body had gone into a spasm.

We tore at each other, writhing and thrusting against each other in wild abandon, her fingernails leaving painful welts on my back as I heaved, thrusting, cumming in her again and again until the crest of our climaxes passed, suddenly fleeing and leaving us panting. As we slowed and calmed with the peace only intense orgasms can bring, I fell to the side of her petite body, exhausted, drained. I heard thunder roll in the distance, the patina of light rain on the roof. The storm had passed.

Eventually I pried opened my eyes and looked at her. She was on her back, perky breasts standing proud with soft nipples, smooth areolae. Her chest was flushed red and her stomach moved gently with each soft breath. Lower down her pubis rose like a beautiful mountain at her groin, crowned by a thin dusting of sexy dark burgundy pubic hairs, silky and fine hairs, pubescent hairs. She was beautiful, simply beautiful. Reaching out I turned the bedside lamp off, rolled over and collected Sarah in my arms. She murmured in her sleep with a gentle smile on her lips. I hugged her tight, covered us, and let sleep take me away.

SARAH STIRRED AND FELT a twinge of pain in her groin. Morning sun was hot against her face. A smile grew as she remembered Sean. Sex had been so much better than she'd imagined. But another twinge of pain made her gasp as she turned to see if Sean was next to her.

She was confused. The pain when he'd taken her virginity had felt good. It had heightened her arousal. God, he'd gone so deep and really filled her. So why was she so sore now? The bed was empty, Sean gone. Groaning, she rolled to the edge of the bed, feeling a wet spot under her. Pulling back the covers she blushed. The sheet was stained pink from her blood and Sean's semen. Reaching between her legs she felt the dampness of Sean's cum, could feel the slipperiness between her lips. She sucked in a breath when she probed between her labia, a sharp pain lancing into her. Bending down she saw her pussy red and inflamed.

In the shower, she washed herself gingerly. She dressed in her room before heading to the kitchen. After pouring herself a bowl of cereal she went out onto the veranda, unthinkingly hooking her butt on the railing. Another twinge of pain hit her.

There was no sign of Uncle Sean as she ate slowly. Replaying last night in her mind, her nipples tingled remembering him leaning over her, large, sexy, and she shivered as she remembered him penetrating her. It had been more than she'd dreamed, except for one small detail. She giggled to herself. She'd been the aggressor, not the shy, bashful damsel of her romantic dreams. But God, he'd felt so good inside her, and jeez, he felt so big stretching her. How much had she taken in? Her pussy clenched.

Sarah blushed bright, bright red when she felt a trace of Sean's semen leaking into her panties.

WALKING OUT FROM BEHIND the barn, I paused. Sarah, sitting on the railing with a furious blush and burgundy hair fiery in the morning sunlight, looked gorgeous . . . and very, very young. Jesus Sean, you had sex with her! And damn if it wasn't the best I'd ever experienced! Sarah approached sex like everything, headstrong, demanding and forceful. It was hard to believe it in a twelve-year-old. I felt my penis stir at the memory.

"Hey beautiful," I said approaching the veranda. Her blush intensified and it was damned attractive. For some reason she looked shy and that was damned attractive too. It was a new look for her.

SARAH WAS UNCERTAIN HOW to behave around Sean. He was her Uncle and she'd had sex with him. All of her bravado, all of her confidence, had deserted her and she worried what he must think of her for some reason. His smile was so sexy though, sending warm pulses of pleasure through her.

He took the bowl of cereal from her hands, lifted her off the railing to stand and kissed her gently on her lips. She melted. There was no other way to describe it. She melted, her knees weakening, heart spiking and warmth flooding her. Reaching up to hold his neck, hesitancy forgotten, she kissed him hard, her tongue thrusting into his mouth as arousal stormed back into her body. God, he's just so delicious, she thought. It was another twinge of pain that forced her to inhale sharply and break the kiss.

I THOUGHT HER BLUSH was beautiful. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Um, yeah" she said looking down bashfully. "Just sore, you know, down there."

I turned her face back up with a finger under her cute chin. "Of course you are, Sarah. But it'll pass pretty quickly."

LUNCH WAS A BIT awkward for Sarah. She kept blushing every time she looked at Sean; 'I was naked with him. I had sex with him, I had sex with my Uncle,' kept running through her mind. But when he opened his mouth and started talking he had her laughing so hard tears came to her eyes.

NOTICING THE BLUSHES AND shyness on her pretty face every time she looked at me, I grinned.

"Well now, now that you've been serviced and your carnal needs satisfied, perhaps you could contribute to the upkeep of this fine establishment. Scrubbing the floors would be nice, perhaps in your knickers? Yes, in your knickers on hands and knees would suit me just fine. You have a fine posterior and gazing on it would please me. You do you have silk knickers, don't you? And another thing, don't go ravishing your Lord and Master. He's of tender disposition. I understand you have a hard time being demure and your lustful thoughts rule your comportment, but I'm shy. I like to be seduced by wenches with subtlety; a comely wiggle of a bottom, a 'come hither' look would be greatly appreciated as well."

I liked her laugh; it was sweet but heartfelt and made her face beam.

Frowning, I continued. "Now young lass, you should take this more seriously. It is not a laughing matter. I like to bed my wenches twice a week, alternating between them so their carnal desires are sated. They become unruly when left un-serviced for too long and household chores fall behind. If you wish to be serviced, I have an unexpected vacancy due to one of my wenches experiencing the vapors. But I should warn you, I have a strict rule when it . . ."

SARAH CRIED IN LAUGHTER, "Enough!" Just where in the hell did all that come from? She rose and jumped into his lap, plate knocked off the table and smashing on the floor. "Kiss me you rogue," she said with a playful grin which faded fast when he did. A hard lustful kiss, tongues wrestling and her nipples hurting they hardened so much. 'Damn but he can kiss' she thought after the kiss ended, panting.

AFTER A RATHER HEATED kiss, wiht my penis erect in my jeans, I continued, "So, Sarah, how about a ride?" I quite enjoyed having her in my lap. She was delightfully petite and sweetly sexy. When I watched her sneaky grin emerge, I knew what she was thinking. Charming.

"No. Not that type of ride. Horses," I clarified with a smile. While I'd love to have another tumble in the hay with her, she was still sore; would be for a day or two. She'd been awfully tight.

"Okay. But only because you insist," she said coyly, and then ruined her delivery with a giggle.

OVER THE NEXT COUPLE of days, Sarah was in seventh heaven. She even found herself humming as she washed dishes, giggling when she realized what she was doing. Sean was so different. He was still Sean, but now relaxed and so funny. She relished being able to go up to him and kiss him whenever the urge overcame her. And every time she did, a flush of arousal hit her. He was a great kisser and always stopped whatever he was doing when she needed another.

Sleeping with him had been an eye opener. He was a hog! She had to wrestle with his sleeping body to get the covers back. When he'd opened one eye and told her to stop wiggling around, it was disturbing his beauty sleep, she'd laughed and used her feet to push him, tugging at the sheet. It sort of devolved into a wrestling match and suddenly became a cuddling match, little kisses and murmurs. He kissed and caressed her breasts, stirring her arousal, which seemed to be on a hair-trigger with him. His finger caressed her still sore pussy gently as he sucked her nipples, driving her nuts. When he rubbed her clit and nipped her aching nipple, she'd climaxed, waves of beautiful toe-curling bliss coursing through her as her legs clamped shut.

Cuddling to his side she'd giggled when he'd muttered, "Now sleep, wench. You've been serviced. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

She loved feeling him become erect in his jeans as she'd hug or kiss him. It constantly amazed her that she could turn him on and she would get a thrill out of caressing his cock gently over his tight jeans. He growled constantly when she did it and squinted at her with those stunning azure eyes, hot with desire. She loved it. And, surprising her even more, she realized she loved him fiercely. It wasn't just the physical attraction she'd believed at first. Her heart skipped when he'd look at her, it ached constantly when she'd think of him and, when he wasn't around, she missed him badly. It wasn't puppy love; it was a deep, deep feeling in her soul. She wondered if she had the guts to tell him how she felt. He hadn't said anything to her and it caused a little niggling doubt in her mind; perhaps his was only a physical attraction to her.

SIPPING COFFEE AT BREAKFAST, when Sarah claimed it was my turn to do the laundry, I responded, "You're a fine, healthy filly. There's no reason you can't. In fact, it's the womanly duty to care for her man." My grin ruined the delivery.

"Dream on buster. It's your turn," she threw back at me, full of cheek.

SARAH'S HEART SWELLED LOOKING at him, so handsome, and mine, all mine; and he wants me! The sudden flood of feelings made her blurt out, "I love you, Mr. Lanthum."

Blushing from her sudden forwardness, she watched him react. His azure eyes darkened as his grin faded. She couldn't tell what he was feeling. But his eyes softened, he frowned and growled, "Well, I should damn well hope so."

"And?" She asked.

"And what?" he growled, frowning even more, his eyes becoming slits.

"Unbelievable! You're an insensitive lout! I tell you I love you, I give my body to you and all you can do is sit there and growl at me? Who the hell do you think . . ." The twinkle in his eyes stopped her in mid rant.

I MUST SAY I LIKED Sarah's fiery response. I was worried she was becoming a bit too soft. But nope. There she was; the feisty Sarah in all her glory, the one that I loved to distraction. I think she cottoned on when she stopped mid rant.

"You're a bastard, too," she said with a grin.

"Really? Why?" I asked innocently.

Then, with a toss of her glossy burgundy hair, she strutted out of the kitchen, sexy bottom twitching seductively, calmly telling me over her slim shoulder, "I don't sleep with men who don't love me. So there!"

However, that night she did.

I was addicted to her. She had an aroma that was unlike any female I'd smelled before; delicate and sexy but fresh, almost lemony; heady and stronger when aroused. It was intensely attractive. She didn't know how I'd lean in to smell her hair as she slept, stare at her, the face of an angel breathing so gently, and marvel at my good fortune. She didn't know the effect she had on me when she'd murmur in her sleep and cuddle to me like a sexy little kitten.

Sarah had surprised me with her aggressiveness and forwardness in sex. It seemed a fire would ignite in her, and she brought out a wild passion in me that I'd never felt before. She was a little minx that exuded energy and excitement. She had no inhibitions when we were together in bed and it contrasted so sharply with her occasional demureness during the day, the little blushes and shyness. Sarah was unique and I loved her deeply.

And because of all that, I wanted to make love to her; to make love to her softly, lovingly. I wanted to worship her stunningly attractive young body and take my time. I was determined to actually have some sensual foreplay.

After a rather frisky shower, I drew her into bed. "Sarah," I said softly, "close your eyes. No touching, okay?"

Her emerald eyes looked at me intently, studying me. "Okay," she whispered, eyes closing.

Sexy, so sexy.

I took my time. I caressed her slim arm watching goose bumps form. I kissed each delicate finger on her hand before turning it over and kissing the palm, watching tiny nipples pucker and stiffen. Sarah had delectable little breasts. They seemed to hold their shape whether she was standing or on her back, widely spaced gentle mounds rising in perfect symmetry with nickel-sized rosy red areolae that crinkled when she was aroused. Her nipples were small nubs in the center that hardened into little beads. Ah, but the firmness of her breasts was seductive, firmness that only graces youth, resilient to the touch, yielding to the mouth.

I nuzzled her neck, inhaling deeply, kissing it lightly, thrilled with her soft murmurs. Kissing her sweet lips, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her arm rise to hold me. Grinning, I broke the kiss. "Nuh-uh, Sarah," I whispered pushing her arms back to her side.

I kissed between her breasts before teasingly kissing one nipple, then the other. Caressing them with my hand, thumb rubbing her nipples, I kissed the silky skin on her soft, soft stomach, moving down slowly. She parted her legs slightly as I neared her incredible pussy and moaned in disappointment when I skipped by, kissing each prominent hipbone and her soft sexy thighs. Seeing her young pubis nestled between her legs was intensely erotic. Soft fine pubic hairs sparsely dusted her mons and labia. They hid none of the beauty of a perfect pussy, a very, very sexy pussy.

"Roll over, Sarah," I ordered quietly, kneeling beside her, inhaling deeply as she did. Sarah's rear changed shape, rounding as she turned and gaining a wondrously seductive curve. I paused to admire her from behind. Small shoulders topped a slim back that swept down in a delicate curve, her sides narrowing to her waist before flaring subtly around a stunning ass. Face down, her body revealed a seductive hourglass shape that was less visible when she'd stand. Her rear morphed into a seductive pear shape, curving beautifully to meet slim, tapered legs. Twin globes rose like Mount Vesuvius from her lower back, separated by a deep, alluring and shadowed valley. They flowed seamlessly into her thighs, forming no crease where they merged; utter perfection. With her legs together, she had a sexy, sexy diamond-shaped gap at her crotch. My heart raced at the sight of dark burgundy hairs hugging plump labia, a closed cleft curving and disappearing into the shadows, and a very exciting dimple indicating the location of her entrance. Her pussy filled the gap sensually, plump and ripe.

My erection was pulsing, leaking at the sight of her youthful perfection.

Leaning down, I kissed her back gently, goose bumps popping up on her skin. I lingered as I kissed the base of her back just before the sensual upsweep of beautiful buttocks, finding fine invisible body hair with my lips. An urge to caress her succulent globes overcame me. Before fondling them, I kissed each buttock, moaning quietly when I pushed my mouth into them, her buttocks yielding, soft, sexy and cool.

Straddling her slim legs, I let my hands slide down from her shoulders, feeling the small bump of each vertebra before moving my hands to her sides, caressing the gentle flare of slender young hips, still youthfully narrow. My hands moved up and over wonderfully curvaceous buttocks, cool under my hands yet silky and firm, delightful. I caressed her thighs, buttocks spreading slightly, and watched, thrilled, as her pussy was revealed, a prominent, rounded peach with a tight cleft that whispered, 'please touch me'.

Her hips jerked when I traced her cleft with a fingertip, a light teasing touch feeling her soft pubic hairs and the warmth of her pussy. Massaging her succulent buttocks, a wave of light-headedness hit when her little anus winked and her tightly closed cleft peeled open just enough to reveal the arousing, glistening, moist interior to her sexy cleft and the dark alluring shadow of her entrance.

I had to tamp down an urge to nestle my erection to that spot, to feel her moisture on me. I vowed to take her like this at some point in the future, just like this; laid out before me on her front as we made love.

Using a hand on a small hip, I encouraged Sarah to roll over. On her back, seen from above, her pubic mound was surprisingly prominent; a thick pad rising seductively in a v-shape at her groin, a sexy plump curve sweeping between her thighs. Her long clitoral hood nestled deep, just peeking out between rounded sexy labia. Bony hipbones rose like twin mountain peaks on either side.

Bending, I kissed the top of her cleft, fine hairs tickling my lips. I kissed her mound, pushing slightly so it bulged around my mouth. A quick taste of her cleft induced a groan and a twitch of her pelvis. The taste of her flooded my senses; lightly musky, heady, very, very nice.

Slowly, I kissed my way up her young body; her tummy, her navel, twin little breasts with hard, engorged nipples. I lay on her carefully as I kissed her neck, my erection sandwiched in the crease of her closed thighs, the tip tickled by fine pubic hairs.

"You can open your eyes now," I whispered.

Her arms wrapped around me. A smile, a sexy, sexy smile, curved her lips as deep emeralds held me, mesmerized me.

I bent to her ear, curling her thick burgundy hair behind it.

"I love you, Sarah Lanthum," I whispered softly.

I did. I loved her deeply. She had become part of my soul.

Her hands pulled my head up, lips touching, our kiss light soft and loving. Underneath me she felt so beautifully petite and delicate, yet she was all woman; sexy curves in all the right places, firm small breasts pressed against my chest, bony hips sharp against me and the pad of her pubis felt distinctly. I wanted her quite badly.

She broke our gentle kiss, lifting my head to stare at me, a soft proud smile curving luscious lips. She studied my face looking into my eyes.

"You do," she whispered, gazing intently. "You really love me."

I felt her legs part, knees slip out from under me and rise, soft thighs caressing my sides. The tip of my erection slipped along her cleft leaving a damp, slippery trail of precum. Her thighs parted further as knees bent and small feet caressed the back of my legs, sending chills up my spine.

Drowning in a beguiling emerald universe I felt the tip of my erection nestle against the base of her cleft. We held still. I felt every part of her beautiful body touching mine, damp warmth radiating on the tip of my erection. I was in heaven, I must have been. I'd never felt such strong emotions coursing through me; the excitement of lust, the excitement of new love, the intoxicating desire that made my heart race, the anticipation of penetration, of sex with a beautiful girl.

"I love you, too, Sean," she whispered as, with a slight circular pelvic movement, moist labia parted and slipped over my crown, hugging it tightly as her feet moved up to caress the back of my knees. It was an astonishingly arousing sensation.

Staring intently at each other, my erection pressed forward, oozing in to a moist, welcoming grip, sliding into her incredible warmth. A velvety tight sheath slid down my shaft, moisture surrounding me in an exquisite warm embrace. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, my erection expanding and contracting rhythmically. She was so snug, so beautifully tight. Then, as I settled more weight onto her petite body, the tip of my erection kissed her end. I was fully buried. We were a perfect fit.

Tilting my head slightly, we kissed. I withdrew from her slowly, her pussy clinging to my shaft. I reversed and slid into her moist warmth, beautifully tight, my body trembling with need. She felt so good, absolutely perfect. Her small hands caressed my back and slowly traced my spine down to hold my hips. I withdrew again, her tight sheath slipping off my rigid shaft, and slid back into her, pushing slightly harder, slightly deeper, loving the sensation of penetrating her.

A rhythm built slowly, gradually, full withdrawals, long slow erotic penetrations, her hands urging me on. Staring intently at each other, our pace picked up. Sarah started curling up to meet my long steady thrusts, small hands pulling at my waist. Every stroke was long and smooth, penetrating her deeply. My orgasm gathered as her emerald green eyes intensified, radiating passion. I was fucking an angel, a beautiful young girl, and it was fantastic. My erection strained with the excitement.

Sarah sighed softly. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, her pelvis curling up to meet my slow thrust. Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Stroking into her my climax stirred; erection swelling painfully making Sarah feel even tighter. Testes pulled up as pressure in my groin built. I couldn't hold back.

"Oh Jesus! I'm . . ." I gasped as semen tore up my shaft, my body cramping with my erection buried as deep as possible. Pleasure burst as semen exploded deep into Sarah's snug pussy. I had time to breathe once, pull back and thrust forcefully, my body freezing, buried deep in her. Semen jetted out painfully in an intense pulse of pure ecstasy.

Sarah's eyes lost focus. She sighed softly, whispering, "Cum for me, Sean." Her hips curled up, hands pulling me tightly as I came again deep inside her with an almost painful blast.

The dam holding my body rigid broke. I thrust in short strokes jetting semen with each deep penetration, cumming hard and beautifully, trying to bury myself in her warm grasp, thrusting and cumming, finding heaven, spurting desperately, cumming in Sarah until the rage of my climax peaked and passed.

As I lay on top of Sarah, our bodies soft, relaxed, and damp with sweat, I felt her hand caress the back of my head lovingly. My penis was held snugly inside her. I lay in the arms of my twelve-year-old niece, my lover, my love, completely drained, completely at peace.

SARAH RODE JAKE HARD, her burgundy hair streaming out behind her as she galloped towards the hills.

"Faster Jake," she urged.

Life with Uncle Sean had been amazing over the last four years, more than she could have wished for. He was a gruff, rough man with an intensely protective nature that appeared when anyone looked at her with even a hint of appreciation. She grinned, thinking about how fierce she, herself, had become when women even looked his way. Her jealousy had surprised her. Sean growled constantly, muttered and threatened. They had loud arguments that always ended in bed. Sex with Sean was like playing with fire, hot and burning in intensity. Yet she knew the hidden side to him, the softness, the passion, the intense love, and his humorous side.

"Faster Jake," she urged, now risen in the saddle, bent forward with wind making her eyes water. She spotted Sean, a speck in the distance. As she rode Jake hard, a warm glow suffused her. She smiled wondering if he'd be as excited as she was; wondering if he'd be as surprised as she had been that morning when the doctor told her she was pregnant.