Author’s Comment:

Fantasy allows us to do things that are impossible in real life. The Matrix movies are a perfect example. We just don’t move like that in real life. But it’s fun to pretend. There is a physical act in this story that’s like that. I’m told it just can’t happen in real life. But it would be fun if it could. So in THIS story ... it can.

If this story seems similar to “Centerfold Daughter”, that’s because they were written at the same time; another example of the same idea treated in two different ways.

Bob Chandler was a happy man, all in all. He had a good business selling used books and CDs in a little storefront on the edge of Centerville’s business district. He had several High School students who worked for him part time and in reality he didn’t have to work much at all if he didn’t want to. His house was paid for. He had the car of his dreams.

But all this was due to the insurance settlement that resulted from the death of his wife. That was the down side. He missed her terribly. Theirs had been a perfect match, both in the sense that they shared lots of interests, and because the sex had been fantastic for both of them. They’d spent untold hours learning how to satisfy each other and had been trying to get her pregnant when she’d been killed by a drunk driver.

He’d adjusted, for the most part. He couldn’t abide the thought of dating after that, and had remained both single and pretty much celibate since then. The one time he’d let go had been with his wife’s sister, Colleen. It had happened about a year after Susan had died and even though they both knew it was a “pity fuck” it had been extremely enjoyable for both of them.

The fact that Colleen was married though, made it a one time fling for them both. That, and the fact that Colleen’s daughter, Chrissy, thought the sun rose and set on her Uncle Bob’s command. Chrissy hung around Bob’s house daily after her Aunt had been killed. At twelve, she was young enough to avoid the true pain of losing a loved one, but old enough to know that Bob was hurting and want to make him feel better.

So she’d sort of adopted him for a while, fixing him breakfast sometimes, getting him to take her places, convincing him to sponsor her soccer team, and other things that put him back into a normal life. In the five years since, she’d become like the daughter he’d never had.

Bob had to make do with beating off. He didn’t mind, really. Playpen was his favorite beat-off magazine, and he always took a copy home when they were delivered. He’d been embarrassed about it the first few times Chrissy had seen him with it, but she never said anything so he pretended like she didn’t actually pay any attention, or that it just didn’t matter.

Bob looked up from his ruminations as the bell over the door of the shop tinkled. As fate would have it, it was Chrissy, coming to work. He gazed at her youthful form, slim, not too busty, with long blond hair she almost always wore in a pony tail. There was some swell to her hips in the last few years. He suddenly realized she was a woman now, and not “Little Chrissy” any more.

With a trace of guilt he thought back to the time she was sixteen and had taken a shower at his house after a soccer game. Without thinking he’d walked into the master bathroom. She’d turned off the water and was toweling off. Had the water been running he’d have remembered she was in there, but it was quiet. There she was, standing, feet spread shoulder’s width, facing him with both hands up, rubbing a towel through her hair.

She’d been gorgeous! And though she wasn’t heavy with feminine flesh, her pert upturned breasts, with those amazingly perky pink nipples sticking out an inch had stiffened his cock almost instantly.

She’d just smiled and said “Be through in a minute Uncle Bob.” like nothing had happened. He, on the other hand had blushed and stammered out several “Sorry” type phrases as he backed out.

He’d had some amazing beat off sessions after that, remembering the two pouting pussy lips he’d seen hanging below sparse blonde hairs on her mons. But he’d felt guilty about dreaming of fucking her brains out and eventually put her out of his mind. Unless he saw her, of course. When he saw her he remembered. Like now. She was dressed in jeans and a halter top, and before she even got out “Hi Uncle Bob” he felt his dick start to fill with blood.

“Hi peaches” he said. He was an expert by now in suppressing his desire to rip her clothes off and sink his dick deep into her pussy. “Having an interesting day?”

“Naw, not much” she said as she moved behind the counter. “Went shopping and bought a CD, but that’s about all.”

She approached him and kissed him on the cheek, like she always did. Then a brief hug, during which she pressed her breasts against him ... like she always did. “Had much business today?” she asked as she began to straighten up the desk.

“One guy came in and bought every Nivens book we had.” he said. “Said he’d just discovered him and wanted more.”

“Hey, Uncle Bob” she said, turning to face him. “I’m going to need a couple of days off. I’ve got an interview at Central Tech, over in Calhoun. I’m thinking about doing their nursing degree.” She waited for his response, looking at him closely.

“Sure, peaches. That would be fine.” he said, but his heart wasn’t in it. When she left for college he was sure life would become unbearably dull.”

The time came, and for two days Bob was up tight, even snapping at one customer who couldn’t remember an author’s name and thought that if she described the picture on the back of one of his books Bob would be able to recognize him.

The next day Chrissy came into the store like nothing had happened. “Hi Uncle Bob” she said, same as always. Then the kiss, and the press of her breasts against him. Like usual she began to straighten up the desk. She picked up a stack of books bob had bought and started toward the shelves, to put them on display.

“Well?” Bob demanded.

“Well what?” said Chrissy with a smile.

“Don’t keep me in suspense” he growled. “How’d it go?”

“How’d what go?” she grinned.

He grabbed for her and began to tickle her. He often “punished” her by tickling her. She went wild whenever he did so, and she did now.

As she squirmed his hands fluttered across the sides of her breasts. She squealed “OK, OK, I’ll tell you!” and he stopped, feeling the old familiar stiffening in his pants begin. She was panting, and it made her breasts fill out her blouse nicely. He noticed two stiff points and realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“It was OK” she said. “The campus was small. They don’t really have dorms there, and I’d have to rent someplace off campus to live. I might check out State later. We’ll have to see.” She took the stack of books and left for the shelves.

Life went on. Three months later, Bob came in and saw Chrissy leafing through a copy of Playpen Magazine.

Bob didn’t buy used magazines, but he stocked a full line of new magazines, including some adult ones.

“Chrissy, you know you’re too young to be handling those.” he said. There was a State inspector who came around sometimes, and when he found out Bob hired High Schoolers he began spouting about how no one under 18 could touch the adult magazines, even to sell them. He made a prick of himself for a while, and even sent in some undercover people to try to buy them from a teenager.

Bob had impressed on his employees, however, that the store would be closed down if they got caught. He’d rather lose a sale than have that happen. It was Chrissy, in fact, who had figured out how to beat the system. A man had come in to buy a copy of “Blond Buxom Bitches” and Chrissy calmly told him that while she couldn’t touch the magazine, she could take his money. So he held the mag, and she rang it up and he left.

In response to his warning she said simply “OK” and put the magazine back in the rack. He thought it was a little odd though. He went into the back room to make himself a cup of coffee. He had what amounted to an apartment in the back of the store. There was a small kitchen, and a couch that doubled as a bed when he wanted to take a nap. The bathroom was back there too.

That couch was where he and Chrissy’s mother had let their feelings go. He stared at the couch, remembering Colleen lying back on it, breasts heaving, legs open, her red hair disheveled and her arms reaching for him. Her welcome was real too. He knew this when he dropped his pants and she saw his erection for the first time. Her eyes had widened and she’d licked her lips. He was long. He was really long. While he didn’t really have anyone to compare himself too, according to his wife, and then Colleen, he was much longer than normal. But Colleen hadn’t thought of it as abnormal. She had welcomed his unusual length, and had sighed happily when he’d plumbed her depths with that spear of love.

When it went off she’d gasped that he could leave it in her, so he knew she offered herself out of love. It had been very good ... for both of them.

Another month went by and school started. Chrissy was a Senior this year, but she was smart enough that school wasn’t much of a contest for her. She continued to work in the store.