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tossed the ice cream container and shut off the lights. Most likely uncle Ed would watch TV in his room and I would in mine. I made sure all the doors were locked and the AC kicked to life even as I heard the first crack of thunder in the sky. Probably another mid-summer storm coming our way.
    I tried to be quiet as I passed but the floorboards announced me again and the master suite door swung open. “Any left?”
    “Um...I ate it all.”
    He laughed. “Look, I'm really, really sorry about—”
    “Don't,” I said.
    “And I'd understand if you had to leave—”
    “Don't,” I repeated.
    “I mean it, Fiona. It was wrong of me.”
    “Do you want me to leave?”
    His eyes had caught the nightie under my robe and he stopped for a moment, breathing hard like he'd been running. “No, I don't.”
    “You certainly didn't have sex alone down there,” I said.
    “But you said n—”
    “I was lying and we both knew it.” His gaze never wavered and I realized the power this piece of clothing had. I walked forward, stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin. He sighed like an exhausted man.
    “Fiona, you can't touch me,” he said.
    “No? Not even a little?” I asked pushing the flat of my palm along the hard hump of his cock in his boxers. I wanted so bad to slip my hand past that waist band and slide my hand along the silky warm length of him. Feel every vein and dip and swell of flesh in my hand. I wanted to touch him so that he didn't think but fucked my hand like a greedy man with a huge appetite. I did none of that. I tracked my fingers over cotton only.
    “Fiona, I have just lost—”
    “Edward Mitchell Briggs, you have not lost me, I'm right here.” Aunt Carole always called him by his full name when she felt he was being silly.
    He jerked and startled like a movie come off its reel. “Fiona—”
    “Don't call me that,” I breathed, walking forward so he instinctively moved back. Back into his darkening room. Back to where his bed waited for us. I passed the bureau that had been my aunts. I grabbed her long string of pearls as I passed. Worth a fortune, when I slipped them over my head they dangled all the way down to my navel. I wrapped them once more around my throat and slipped my hands into his boxers like I wanted. I gripped his hard cock and stroked him like I could make him forget it all. I wanted to.
    “Oh, god. I can't...” His mouth was on mine then. His tongue stroking past my lips, tangling with my tongue. He touched my hair, my face, my breasts. Pulled down the pink cotton bodice and dipped his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. the other nipple he pinched so hard my body flushed hot and my cunt gripped tight to nothing.
    “You can. Just listen to me, Edward. I'm gone. You're not doing anything wrong. You're a man.” I slid my hand up and down, up and down, jacking him off as I talked in his ear. We were still moving and his knees hit the bed and he buckled. He thrust up into my hand and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. I was vibrating from my need. I needed him to fuck me. I had passed want at the bedroom door. I pushed him back, my hand moving, moving, moving. I released his cock, dropped to my knees, the pearls sliding and rolling between his body and mine. I pushed my lips to his cock and looked up. “And a man has needs,” I said and swallowed him, pushing his thick blushing cock into my mouth and past my tongue. I sucked, harder, pushing myself further, gagging a bit, feeling the tears spill over my lids and run down my face.
    He pushed his hands in my hair, running long blond pieces through his fingers. He thrust up to my waiting lips, harder and harder until I put my hands on his thighs and licked up the back of his dick. Circling the tip of him with the tip of my tongue, I watched his perfect tortured face, bruised in the darkened room, sad and happy, sexy and troubled. All at once. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes, FiCarole. Yes.” He thrust toward my face and I took him