First Light of Day, Part 1

by Cassandrablue

I parked a couple of hundred feet down the road and stepped out of the car in the hot night. I gently closed the car door and stood there in the dark, looking toward the light that stood above the old farmhouse. God, what was I doing? It was crazy. Yes, it was crazy, but it had to be done. I had to see my love before I could go on, had to see her before something happened to me, and it was bound to happen before long.

I began walking up the road, slowly at first then faster, and then Molly began barking. Shit, I had forgotten about Molly. She wasn’t just barking either; she was growling and snarling viciously. I got closer to the house as the big old dog came bounding down to me, ready to tear me apart.

“Molly, it’s me,” I said. “It’s Kat.”

Fortunately my scent and the sound of my voice calmed her and her snarls turned to playful and excited whimpers. I knelt down and petted her soft coat and calmed her. She put her paws on my shoulders and licked my face. That was Molly, the snow white German Shepherd Collie, old now but still big and beautiful.

“Quiet now, girl,” I told her, standing up and walking up the hill to the house as Molly tagged along close behind. I began to shake a bit, nervous and afraid and excited all at the same time. Sweat dripped from my brow as I stepped around the house to the back door, the entrance to the porch and beyond that the kitchen, mom’s kitchen where in the morning you could smell the bacon frying, the coffee fresh-perked and the eggs done how you like ‘em.

I opened the door, thanking my father for being liberal with the oil can on the hinges. I carefully closed the door and stepped cautiously. An old house is an old house and there’s no can of oil that’s going to keep the floor from creaking. I had grown up in that house and knew where to step, but you never knew when a new squeak or groan might find its way into the boards.

The hardest part was the stairs, the stairs up to where my angel slept, those old stairs I had sneaked up and down many a time in the middle of the night. I slipped off my hard shoes and started up, stepping to the edges of the stairs. I had forgotten just how many steps there were; it seemed like forever reaching the top, but I got there with just the slightest groan on the top step.

Her door was at the end, the one opposite my parents’ all the way at the other end. I moved slowly, allowing my toes to touch each board before lowering my full weight. It all seemed so slow and frightening, but well worth it. I turned the knob and entered her room, only allowing myself a glimpse to make sure it was her sleeping on the bed before turning to close the door. Then, taking a breath, I turned and looked.

Words cannot express what I felt looking upon my sweet Maggie, my beautiful little girl, my sister’s child. The last time I had seen her she had just turned eight years old. Now she was halfway between ten and eleven. Time had not marred her. My god, in the soft light of the moon she looked even more beautiful than before.

She was on her side, wearing a very small nightgown, her slender legs stretched out with the feet straight and the little toes curled. I made my way to the small lamp on the bedside table. I turned the switch and looked at her again in the light. It only got better. She had a golden tan, not the sort of tan you get stretched out and covered with lotion, but the kind you get running and playing in the summer sun, bathing in Miller’s stream, lying in the grass and looking up at the shapes in the clouds.

I knelt down at the edge of the bed and looked into her round face. I reached over, allowing my fingers to brush the soft little hairs above her brow. Her hair was light brown but lightened by the sun so that some strands shimmered like gold. I began to let my fingers move closer to her skin to slowly caress my girl awake. I stroked her round forehead and then let the back of my hand caress her upper cheek. Her breathing changed, she yawned, and then, with all of the drama that I had dreamed of, opened her eyes and looked at me.

“Aunty K-,” she began to squeal, but I covered her mouth and shushed her.

“Hello, my angel,” I said, shedding tears that I could not - and did not try to – control. In her tight embrace, I sobbed quietly at her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much, my sweet Maggie.”

“I love you, too, Aunt Kat.”

“I had to see you, my dear sweet love,” I told her. “I had to come. I want to take you for a ride. You see, I knew that your grandpa and grandma wouldn’t let me in the door, Maggie, but I had to see you. Will you come and take a ride with me before they wake up?”

“Oh, yes!” she whispered excitedly. “Let me get dressed and I will come with you.”

“Come as you are, sweetie; just as you are.”

I helped her off the bed and I went around and shut off her light. The two of us went out the door together. I will not detail again that long slow journey through the house; I will just say that young Maggie was evidently training herself in the art of sneaking around the old farmhouse just as I had. When we got outside, I grinned at her and told her how I used to sneak out at her age. She grinned back as Molly greeted her with an excited bark and she pet the old girl and hushed her.

We walked down the road toward the old car and I opened the door for her. Molly didn’t try to come with us; when we got to the car, she turned and headed back for the house. I remembered: the only time Molly rode in a car was to go to the vet, and she didn’t like to go to the vet. So it was that I started up the car and turned it around in the gravel, heading the other way, with my sweet little Maggie snuggled up to my arm.

There was so much to say, so much I had rehearsed on my drive along the endless road to see her, but I was much too overwhelmed to utter a word of it. Maggie, too, remained silent. I wondered if she knew where we were headed. I wondered if she remembered. I wondered...

I had to look for it, that old dirt road that veered off into the trees near Miller’s stream. I slowed the car and peered out through the bug-spattered windshield.

“It’s just up there,” Maggie said, pointing out beyond the headlights and off to the right. “Let me drive, Kat?”

“Let you drive?”

“Yeah, let me.”

“Well...”

We got up to the turn-off, I pulled off onto the dirt, and I welcomed Maggie onto my lap. She planted her pert round butt on my upper thighs and placed her hands on the wheel. She did just fine, but I was ready to hit the brake anytime. We got to the point where the dirt ended and I put the car in park. I shut it off and relaxed. Maggie lay back against me.

“It’s so quiet here,” I said.

“I know,” she said.

“I miss it sometimes,” I sighed.

“I... miss you all the time,” my little girl said, just like that, and she sighed.

“Baby, I...,”I began, but fear stopped me. I was afraid to bring up what had happened between us before, what I had done, what... “Do you remember how I touched you?” I blurted out, feeling foolish afterward for asking so anxiously.

“Ye-es,” she answered with a quiver in her voice.

“I just... I’m sorry, but I have to know how you felt... about...”

Maggie sat up and turned to look at me. Her eyes dropped and she took a breath before she looked up at me again.

“Do you ever think about the way I touched you?”

“Yes.”

“And how do you feel about it?”

Maggie maneuvered herself around, turning to straddle my lap, and she looked in my face and placed her hands on my cheeks. There was a soft look in her eyes then, and I was sure my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. Her lips came closer to mine and met them. Her kiss was soft and sweet and lingering. Her touch was so gentle and soft, unlike any touch I had ever felt before. When her lips pulled away, she looked at me tenderly.

“I love you, Kat,” she said.

“I asked you how...”

“No,” she said, putting a finger to my lips. “No talking,” she whispered, and she pressed her mouth to mine once again, this time more forcefully. I allowed her to explore my lips, suck at them, rub at them, caress them with her own. I was surprised, taken aback, a bit frightened by what was happening. For a moment it was as if I was the child and she was the woman, but reality took hold and I gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked me.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told her, reaching up and running my fingers through her hair. “I want you to, yes, but not if you don’t...”

“I do,” she said, once again putting her finger to my lips. “Can we watch the sunrise together, like we used to?”

“Sure, baby.”

“Will you touch me like you did...?”

“Of course, my sweet love.”

My beautiful niece lifted her arms and I lifted her nightgown, exposing her slender young body almost completely, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside. Maggie turned around again, lying back against me, her arms out to her sides. She sighed as I began to kiss at her ear and her neck, my hands caressing her arms as she sat very still. The smell of her, the warmth of her, her softness was all intoxicating to me. My kisses moved to her neck and my hands moved to her chest, my fingertips dancing lightly upon her flesh. She began to breathe just a little faster. When I touched her nipples, I felt her legs twitch ever-so-slightly, as if a small spark had been set off between them. I felt the little nipples harden as I rubbed them, and once again her breath seemed to quicken.

I became aware of the light, the beginning of the dawn, it’s light pale and unobtrusive. One of my hands moved down, the fingertips gliding over the plains of her tummy. Her legs spread further apart as I got closer. I felt the tingle in my loins, a tingle of excited anticipation as I slipped one hand inside her little cotton panties. The car felt so small with her body so closely pressed against me. I felt myself shaking with her as I began to stroke the little hood where the clitoris lived. I felt her every little movement and heard her every sound. Birds may have been singing, the light may have been creeping in, but to me all that existed was my Maggie’s pleasure. Very quickly I reached up and tilted the rear-view mirror so that I could see her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips moved as she breathed. She was trembling. Her hips began to move, as if to grind against my fingers.

For the longest time I touched her like that, watched her in the mirror as the light became stronger while remaining soft and pale. I saw her head move from side to side. Then, quite suddenly, in a fevered sort of frenzy, Maggie lifted her butt off my thighs and jerked down her panties. She lifted one leg so she could pull one foot though them. Then she rested again, drawing my hand in, pressing it firmly to her clitoris, clutching at my other hand, slipping her fingers through mine and squeezing tight.

“Oh...” she whimpered, her breaths becoming gasps. “Oh, please...”

“Yes, my love,” I said. “Let it out. I have you.”

The next thing I knew her thighs came together and her whole body seized. Her breath stopped and she let out a squeal as it hit her, a wonderfully powerful orgasm. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as she let out the most beautiful sounding little cries, soft cries mixed in with her convulsing breaths. It was then that the first ray of sunlight came into the car, and it fell directly upon her sweet face. Bathed in light, she held on. Time seemed to stop there for a moment as the feeling seemed to remain with her, and I continued to press my fingers to her clitoris until I heard her breathing quiet.

“Oh, my love,” I whispered in her ear. I looked up into the rear-view mirror and saw her eyes looking at me. I began to take my hand from between her legs, but she grabbed it and pulled it back.

"Don't stop," she said. "Please..."