Chapter 14

Did you ever notice how life never gives you straightforward, black-and-white situations? Everything is always shades of gray. Or worse, plaid. Take waking up, for instance. When it comes to waking up the bad way, it's hard to beat being jolted awake by a nightmare so horrible that you're glad you can't remember the details and wish you also couldn't remember that it had been a nightmare that horrible.

When it comes to waking up the good way, it's hard to beat opening your eyes and seeing a pair of beautiful brown pools an inch away, staring back at you from under graceful brown wings.

So, when you wake up and both apply, is that waking up the good way or the bad way? I couldn't decide.

Cheryl smiled. "I love you, Uncle Randy."

Okay, it's definitely the good way. "I love you, too, Niece Cheryl."

"Do you forgive me?"

"Of course not."

She blinked. Twice. "You're being Mister Smart Ass again, aren't you?"

"Just honest. I can't forgive you if you haven't done anything wrong. If you want to be forgiven, then you have to do something wrong first."

Her eyes looked pained as her hand lifted and her fingertips stroked my cheek. "I was a bitch."

"You were Niece Cheryl, who isn't a morning person."

"It wasn't morning, it was bedtime."

"It was over an hour after midnight, so technically it was morning."

"God, I love you." Her face moved forward, and she kissed me lightly. "I hope I grow up to be like you and not like Mother."

"You already have."

She smiled as her eyes grew moist.

"Shall we check the horses?"

She shook her head. "They're fine. I already checked."

"Really? How long have you been lying here?" The room's brightness indicated it couldn't have been much past seven.

She lifted her head to look over my shoulder at the clock, then returned it to the pillow with our noses touching. "A little over an hour. I was watching you sleep. It's nice to watch."

"You didn't get much sleep."

"No." She sighed. "Not much. I thought about what you said. Penny did act like Mom. She wanted something, and she didn't care who had to pay the price for her to get it."

"You're pretty smart for a teenager. You must have inherited that from me."

She smiled her prettiest smile. "I did! There wasn't anybody else in this family for me to get it from."

"Your grandparents. It skipped a generation except for me. That's how it works. It may skip your kids, too, but your grandkids will be as smart as you."

"God, I love you."

"They'll also have your sense of good taste. That often skips a generation, too."

Funny, isn't it, how a gentle kiss can seem more passionate than yesterday's crotch-grabbing tongue wrestlers.

Her lips moved back, but her nose remained against mine. "Uncle Randy, I have something for you."

"Another present?"

"Uh huh. Sort of. Your goodnight kiss that you did without." It was as soft and gentle as the preceding one, and it seemed even more passionate. "And your good morning kiss."

"Didn't I already get that one?"

"I don't think so. It was an I love you kiss. I don't think that counts as a good morning kiss. Let's not take any chances."

"Good thinking."

After she pulled her lips back from mine she asked, "Would you do me a favor?"

"Probably. Depends on what it is, though."

She wiggled her head, causing the tip of her nose to draw a circle around the tip of mine. "Would you get me off? I'm so horny I can't stand it."

"Well, since I got off last night and you didn't, I suppose I owe you..."

Her eyes went wide. She really has the most beautiful whites. Sclera, I think, is their technical name. "No! Uncle Randy, you don't 'owe' me anything. If you want to get me off because I asked and you want to, then I'm glad to have you do it. If you want to get me off because you think you owe me, then that's the same as me asking for it as payment, and makes me no better than Penny or Mother."

"Congratulations, Brainy Niece. You just passed the test."

She was going to bruise her eyebrows if she kept slamming them together like that. "What test?"

"I can ask if you understand that similarity, and you can honestly tell me you do even if you really don't. But by giving you no time to think about it, just letting you react instinctively, I can tell whether you truly understand it in here," I lightly tapped her forehead, "and in here." I moved my hand down to lightly tap over her heart. "Sometimes we understand with one but not with both."

She thought about that a moment. "Yeah. I guess so. I think I understand what you mean about the difference."

"Of course you do. You're from the smart generation of the family."

Seems I'd forgotten to remove the fingertip from over her heart. Her hand closed over mine and moved it sideways, until I was cupping one of those small, firm treats that make breakfast and other mealtimes fun. "Then would you please get me off this morning?"

"It would be my pleasure."

The sly look of evil plus the ache of longing appeared in her eyes again. "Not as much as it'll be mine." She lifted her leg and pressed her lips to mine, opening herself at both ends in invitation. Fortunately I can multi-task, as I proved with my tongue, the fingers tweaking the hard little nipple, and the fingers that found the hot wetness of her mostly-shaved furnace.

When she stopped gasping and smiled, I said, "That didn't take very long. Less than a minute, I think."

She purred happily. "I've been on edge since ... I don't know. Three or four o'clock, I guess."

"You didn't do anything about it?"

"Unh uh. I didn't want to do myself. I gotta tell you, though, Cartwheel had a boner this morning, and it looked really good, though not as awesome as yours."

"You sure know how to stroke a man's ego," I said. She responded by stroking more than my ego as I added, "Maybe I should have brought Ricky home after all. He once said he'd give a thousand bucks to watch a girl do a horse."

"Eeew! I was joking!"

"Yeah, but Ricky wasn't."

She clamped her lips together and frowned at me. "Uncle Randy, the only way you're going to get that gross image out of my head is to get me off again."

"Well, if it's a medical necessity."

"It is! And you have to apologize to my pussy."

"I do? You started the subject."

"I was just saying how Cartwheel's boner made me think of yours. YOU brought up the gross stuff!"

That wasn't the way I remembered it, but I experienced a sudden reminder that the object in her hand had two functions, and things were getting rather uncomfortable since it needed to perform the other one, but couldn't when it was erect. Since it seemed I'd forgotten to remove my hand from her mound, it was an easy maneuver to wiggle my fingertip into the wet trench and bring it forward to wiggle against her swollen clit.

She grabbed my wrist. "Uncle Mandy," she said with a sound of disgust. "Whatever am I going to do with you? What part of 'apologize to my pussy' did you not understand? You get down there and kiss it and tell it you're sorry."

"Uh, Cheryl..."

"Look! It's not like you haven't kissed it before, you know. In fact, you French kissed it, remember?"

Yeah, I remembered. And I'd foolishly thought that after six nights without bringing it up, she'd forgotten.

"Hurry up! We have a busy day ahead of us, and we can't get started on it if I'm horny."

"What..."

"Uncle Mandy! There's a time and place for everything. This is not the time and place to discuss our daily calendar! We have more important things to occupy our time at the moment."

I pressed the tip of my nose to hers. "You're enjoying this too much."

"Not as much as I'm about to enjoy it, if you'll hurry up and kiss it and apologize. Otherwise, you'll have to be the one calling your sister to explain that her daughter died of terminal horniness because you wouldn't eat her box."

"'Eat'? I thought I was just supposed to kiss it and apologize, not..."

"As long as you're down there, you can make yourself useful. Hurry up! I think I see a long dark tunnel with a light at the end of it."

What could I do? She'd put so much effort into setting me up that I had to reward her for her effort. Plus it sounded like a medical necessity.

She flopped over onto her back. I slid down, pausing long enough to sample those twin pink tips without the benefit of syrup, salad dressing, ice cream, apple pie filling, whipped cream, chocolate, or the gravy she'd made for dinner Thursday night.

"You know something?" I said as I released the second one and resumed sliding. "I think I like them best without the toppings, though it's a close call."

Her reply sounded like Earlymorningcherylese. My bladder said I didn't have time to ask for a translation into English. She shuddered when I kissed her engorged lips and ran my tongue between them. "I'm sorry I was gross, Miss Pussy," I said, and then I used my thumbs to spread her open.

"Hey, Cheryl? There's a long dark tunnel here, but I don't see a light at the end of it."

"Asshole."

"No, that's farther down. I don't see any light shining out of it, either."

Incongruous. Webster's Tenth Collegiate Dictionary says that's an adjective dating back to 1611. Definition c: "Inconsistent within itself." A good example is how a hand that can feel so soft and gentle while stroking an erection can hurt like the blazes when it raps the top of your skull.

Cheryl dipped the corner of her toast in her egg yolk and bit it off. She looked really cute sitting there fully dressed in her necklace and chewing whole wheat toast, grape jelly, and egg yolk while surrounded by a dreamy post orgasmic glow that hadn't faded.

She smiled at me. Not that it took any effort on her part. She'd been smiling non-stop at both ends since I sprang out of bed and dashed for the bathroom. "I have a question."

Several potential questions jumped up in front of my mind's eye. "Well, I'm your uncle, so naturally I have all the answers."

"Did you eat Penny like that last night?"

That wasn't anywhere close to any of the questions I'd thought she might ask. "Cheryl, a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. She asked me if I'd done anything with you yet. I didn't answer her. Would you want me to discuss our business with anyone else?"

She waved her toast toward the studio. "You have pictures in there of your face buried so deep between her legs that the only way it's possible to tell it's you is by your watch and that awesome boner waving around. I've seen that album, remember?"

We were back to arguing with logic again. "Well, you really don't want to know, do you?"

It's difficult to look serious while smiling in post-orgasmic afterglow, but Cheryl manages admirably. "Yes, I do. Nobody else in the family seems to want to understand the real Randy Long. They're happy with the one Mom invented. I want to know what's going on beneath that gorgeous blond hair and behind those beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do. I want to know you that well, too."

She waited while I processed that and reached a decision. "No," I finally said. "She was happy with straight sex, so it was just a quickie. I don't think I even kissed her except to kiss her goodnight when I left."

She used orange juice to wash down some bacon before she spoke again. "Did Ricky watch or take part, too?"

"Ricky was passed out in the front seat. She wasn't about to let him in the house until after I she'd gotten everything she wanted."

"Did you suck her boobs?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I can't tell you yet, but I will. I promise. It's important, honest. You know I won't lie to you, either."

"Yes, I believe you, of course, even if I don't understand. Since it's important, no, I didn't suck them. She likes having them squeezed some, so I did that, but that's all. I would have if she'd asked, though."

I had the uncomfortable feeling that I'd just sprung a trap when I embellished the answer, but it was too late to take back the words.