"Steve, Jessi, and Charlie" (from "Behind Bars"

[Homerun2611]

Even before she responded, he knew the impracticality of his statement. They were not leaving in the morning, even if he wanted to. Steven had built this place, and it had value to him,, he also had things, memories, valuables, in addition to whatever her mother and father had done. If he was leaving, they might not be back for a while and he was not going to leave it for any pack of wolves, or humans to easily just ransake and destroy.

He was just about to revise his statement when Jessi gave him her ultimatum. "No ... I want to leave now. Right now. If we don't leave now, after what just happened, I won't want to go, even if a dozen dozen men threaten us with guns tomorrow....I'm packing my backpack. We can leave in 10 minutes."

Steven let out a big sigh, he loved Jessi, but he was about done with negotiation, there needed to come a time when she trusted him, and stopped with the petulance of youth, and realized he had more experience and was only looking out for her own good.

Steven's tone changed, from the loving uncle trying to get to know his niece, to a man who had been in some of the most dangerous circumstances possible and lived to tell about it. "Stop, I have tried, I really have, but this is not a democracy. I made a pledge to take care of you, and that is what I am going to do, using everything I know and have to do it. Tomorrow we need to close this place up, it may take a day, maybe two. I don't know when we will ba back but I want to try to make sure there is something to come back to. We will hide what we can, and secure the location, even set some traps and resistance. If we do it right, unless there are multiple assaults, we will have a place to come back to."

He waited making sure she understood, "Jessi, but we are going, I am not asking, I am telling, you can try to fight me, but I will do what I need to take you. We have enemies coming, and we hopefully won't be here when they arrive. I'm sorry, I wish staying here with you was an option, I can't imagine anything I would want more."

He took this moment to really enjoy what she was wearing, he remembered it well, it had been the beginning of one of the best nights of his life. He closed toward her so they could walk back in together, he still needed that shower. "In case you were wondering I remember that outfit, it is just, forgive me Lilly..." He was speaking to his sister her mother "It never looked as good on her as it does on you right now...never!"

Steven peeled off his blood soaked clothes and left them outside as he walked toward the shower. If she looked she would see he was aroused, a fight like this always got him going, but Jessi in that outfit had put him over the top. Yep he needed a shower, an ice cold shower!

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Stop," Steven demanded, stressing his side of the argument about staying or going.

Jessi couldn't look him in the face. She understood all he was saying, but she had difficulty accepting it, as that meant remaining here with him. Jessi just knew that if she did that, she was going to want to become his lover. It would have been seen as so wrong by others: it was incest, with no way around that. But in her family, Jessi was realizing, incest wasn't a dirty word at all. It was another word for love.

No, not gonna happen, she told herself as she finally went into the cabin. She wanted her Uncle Steve, and she knew that he wanted her, too. But the petulant child within her was angry and wasn't going to give him what he wanted unless she got what she wanted, too.

Little did she know that very soon, she'd be wanting to get away from here as fast as they could.

Inside, Jessi found some extra bedding and stole one of the pillows from the bed. She made up a makeshift bed on the floor of the living room by the hearth, then went to the bathroom that was off of the main room, next to the kitchen. Pulling back the shower curtain, Jessi found Steven's fit and somewhat broken naked body dripping with water and suds.

"I made you a bed by the fire," she told him, looking him up and down and wanting so badly to join him, even still in her clothes. Then looking at him through eyes that were beginning to glaze over, she said, "I need some time alone without you, Uncle. Please ... just give me some space."

Jessi departed, just short of the tears flooding down her face. She closed the bedroom door, then even set an old wooden chair against the handle to prevent it from being opened short of breaking down either it, the door, or both. She stripped out of her and her mother's clothes until she was naked, laid in bed, and stared at the ceiling through glazed over eyes.

Then, her hands found her womanhood, and she drove herself yet again to orgasm with fantasies of her Uncle Steve laying between her thighs.

 

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Steven had just started soaping his body, he had turned the water temp to frigid, but it didn't matter, he was burning up, and he was burning up for her. He was not quite as hard as he had been before the icy water started hitting his body, but he knew he needed to cum, if nothing else than to maintain his sanity.

He had just closed his eyes, the mental picture in his mind was Jessi, in her red yoga pants, her sheer blouse, and she was in his arms, feeling her....HUH! The curtain whisked open and there she was, except, she was not reaching out to him, joining him, thank God his hand had not yet begun the manipulation of his cock. "I made you a bed by the fire," He opened his eyes, "You did, uh...." She was not done, "I need some time alone without you, Uncle. Please ... just give me some space."

"Okay...thanks!" FUCK!!!! She was upset, he had hurt her, and here he was about to masturbate at the idea of ripping the clothes of her mother, off her young, perfect body, and making love to her, just as he had done so many years ago to her doppleganger mother who had lured him with the same irresistible bait. He closed his eyes again, but there would be no release, he stuck is head under the shower head and let the cold water brutally beat down as some sort of penance. Bless me father for I have sinned...well not really, but Oh Father I want to!

The bed she had arranged wasn't bad, quite nice actually, when considered in the broad array of makeshift beds he had used in his life. Sleep though, was not forthcoming. The house was earthly still, when he heard the creaking start, and then intensify. He knew what was happening, and smiled, maybe she was upset, but she was also horny, they needed to talk, but not now, in the morning!

When she came out in the morning, it was not in the sexy outfit of last night, but a big sweatshirt, ironically one of his, he had once given Lily. He tried to make a joke, "I liked last night's look better!" It seemed she was not amused.

"Please sit down, we need to talk." He sensed skepticism but waited for her to take a seat. He let out a big sigh and began, it was time to clear the air. "Jessi...when I came here, I thought I was rescuing a girl, in my mind you were still 12, what I found was a woman." He stopped, and looked at her, wanting some acknowledgment, but of what he could not say. "An incredibly beautiful and desirable woman. A woman who took my mind back to the greatest passion of my life, but also a woman I want to take care of in every way possible."

"We are headed to a place, and I do want you to go with me, where there are no societal rules, what anyone once considered proper or whatever, just doesn't matter anymore. We can be whatever we want to be, be with whoever we want to be with..."

Even Steven wasn't exactly sure where this was going. "There is a part of me that wants you, like I never thought I could want again, and I hope that doesn't scare you, but there is another part that is terrified of doing something, initiating something that would make you want to run away. I will never do anything you don't want, and if you have any similar feelings for me...then I want to move extra slow...but I think there might be something mutual...." God he wanted some sign of agreement, otherwise he was making a fool out of himself.

"Or if not, do not worry...and I will never mention it again, and you can be completely safe, I promise." He moved a bit closer, "We have a lot to do today, but I want you to think, and if you are willing....I would love to kiss you, just once right now...but kiss you for real?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"I liked last night's look better!" Steven said when Jessi emerged in baggy clothes that did little to show off her delicious form.

I did, too, she thought to herself, remembering her Uncle standing naked in the shower. She nearly thanked him, then remembered that he was planning on taking her away from her home today or tomorrow at the latest.

"Please sit down," he told her. "We need to talk."

She hesitated before following his order, and when she did, Jessi took the chair on the opposite side of the little kitchen table, as far as she could get from him without looking like she was trying to get away from him.

He talked about what he'd expected to find when he arrived here two days ago, and Jessi found herself conflicted by his words. No, she wasn't the 12 year old stick of a girl he'd last seen nearly 7 years ago; yes, she was now a beautiful, shapely, sexy woman with whom he'd love to lay, in the same way he'd laid with her mother, his sister, all those years ago.

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For the first time, the thought of Uncle Steve with his sister led to new thoughts that bothered Jessi. She'd denied him the kiss he'd wanted this morning at breakfast, instead only standing from the table and asking, "Can I bring a backpack and second bag, too."

She'd spent two hours trying to decide what was important enough to take and what was important enough to hide in the woods before she finally acted on these new thoughts. Standing well out of reach of him, Jessi asked cryptically, "Who would you be kissing?"

When it seemed that Steven might not understand the question, she clarified, "If I let you kiss me ... if ... if I kissed you back ... who would you be kissing? Me or my mother?"

She listened to his answer ... then turned and walked away again, as if the Q&A hadn't even happened. She filled her hands several more times with more outdoor gears -- fishing poles, ropes, tools, and such -- taking them to the woods where they were hiding them in a couple of different caches.

It had been the hardest day of Jessi's life since the day her father had died, but she'd managed through it. The sun was about to touch the forest to the west when she walked up close to her last living relative and told him with a serious tone, "I'm not ready to ... you know ... do that with you, Uncle Steve."

Jessi meant fuck, of course, though she if she had been prepared to verbalize it, she likely would have said make love. She moved a bit closer, telling him, "But ... I would like to lay with you tonight ... I mean ... if you thought it was a good idea."

Again, without speaking the words, Jessi meant she wanted to lay with Steven with a minimal amount of clothing between their bodies ... if any at all.

 

[Homerun2611]

He felt his heart stop for a moment as he finally asked, "We have a lot to do today, but I want you to think, and if you are willing....I would love to kiss you, just once right now...but kiss you for real?" And then felt it break a bit as she stood up, and... "Can I bring a backpack and second bag, too."

It was almost as if she hadn't heard him, certainly hadn't acknowledged him, but no matter how much Steven didn't want to think it, he knew, that was the nicest way his young niece could tell him, "NO!" What a fool he had been, the one time rake, a man who went from beautiful and exotic woman, one to the next, had been summarily dismissed by a teenage girl. He should have realized how his feelings would shock her, probably revolt her, she was not her mother, but he had known that, that wasn't why he was attracted. Maybe that had been the initial response, and there were moments that Lily definitely came to mind, but the woman he wanted right now, wanted like he didn't think he could want again, was Jessi, who seemingly, and probably rightfully, wanted no part of him.

Steven didn't ask again, nor would he, question asked and answered. Years of being what he was had taught him to compartmentalize like few others, store those feeling away, cover with tarp, and focus on the responsibility of Jessi's care and safety. While she packed he had gone out and prepared the cabin's defenses. He had set a trap, that should it be tripped would set almost a 20 yard, circular inferno, nearly 20 years in radius from his home. The fire would be contained but incredibly intense, the hope being at least the first set of intruders would be consumed by the flames.

Next he had gone about the removal of provisions, taking a small set of cured meats to take with them, and putting the rest out into the woods for the animals. There would be enough for them to eat the next two days at most, all other food packaged food was moved to the shelter he had built 100 yards away from the house, which was where they put the fishing rods and other tools. He saw Jessi packing and he was back to business mode. "Bring your bow with us, and arrows, I can make more, but that will prove useful." He planned to make one for himself, they could hunt together that way. He liked to hunt by bow and arrow, somehow it felt more sporting, giving the animal a chance.

He had gathered up some of the extra clothes he had left below and wa about to put those in the shelter when suddenly, he heard the question from across the room, "Who would you be kissing?" He looked quizzically, as he had to remove the tarp from his earlier thoughts, "If I let you kiss me ... if ... if I kissed you back ... who would you be kissing? Me or my mother?"

It was a fair question, but it melted his heart. Of course, she didn't want to simply be a stand in, he was thankful he had reconciled this question himself. He was able to turn, and speak with total sincerity, "You! You are not her, while you remind me of her, I know the difference and I know the one I want is you."

Off she turned, and he let her have her space, but there was light, a chance and this was complicated, of course she needed to think it through. He was actually quite proud of her and impressed that she did. So...their day continued, he would have killed to know what she was thinking but it wasn't his business, it was her mind, her feelings, her heart and he treasured and respected them all.

A combination of fatigue and hunger was overtaking him, he was about to suggest they call it quits and start a fire, they still had some of the game she had caught earlier, he would grill it up, he had brought back some mushrooms and wild tomatoes, some potatoes and carrots, a mini feast. As Steven turned to mention it though, she was silently beside him, "I'm not ready to ... you know ... do that with you, Uncle Steve." He understood, she wasn't saying no, and God she was a virgin, of course he would not push that anyway, they needed to go slow, be sure. "But ..."...and it was a big BUT, she was now almost nuzzling against him, "... I would like to lay with you tonight ... I mean ... if you thought it was a good idea."

Now that she was here, he was not going to let her go away, at least not immediately, he slid his arms around her clasping his hands and resting them on her cute, tight bum, pulling her even closer so that he could look into those gorgeous, young eyes. "I'd like that, and I think it is a wonderful idea, and no we won't do that, not until we're ready..." He wanted her to know he wasn't pushing either, he needed to know that there was not a bit of doubt before they fully consummated their new, taboo relationship.

"...but, I won't be able to lay with you, and not touch you at all, I hope that is okay, and..." And then he put his hands on her waist and lifted her ever so slightly, and he took that first, real, kiss!

 

[CutiePie1997]

Jessi had imagined kissing a man for years, and she'd been imagining kissing Uncle Steve for more than 2 days. Now that their mouths were pressed together, it was more incredible than she could have ever thought. She followed his lead, letting her lips mesh with his own, parting them as he himself did, extending and reclaiming her tongue in a similar manner.

She giggled when a chill ran up her spine and caused her arms, back, neck, even her legs to explode in a layer of goose flesh. She looked into his eyes and whispered, "I liked that."

But she forced herself out of his hands, backing away just out of his reach; her heart was pounding and her bosom was rising and falling with the sexual excitement rushing through her entire being. Looking downward, Jessi could see the effect that the kiss and embrace had had on her Uncle, and she failed miserably to hide her widening smile.

"We can't do that again," she said in a pleading tone. "Not now. Not for a while."

She looked into Steven's eyes, then -- with obvious reluctance and disappointment -- told him what he already knew: "If we do that again, we're going to be together in that way."

She turned away to her bedroom, telling Steven, "I need to finish packing."

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Try as she might, though, Jessi simply couldn't stay away from her Uncle. After they'd finished hiding their vital resources, eaten dinner, and made plans to leave in the next day or two, she came out to Steven after he'd already laid down to sleep, reaching out a hand as she asked, "Will you lay with me? Just ... lay."

 

[Homerun2611]

Steven pressed his lips into Jessi's and felt her respond, whether she was simply mimicking him, or she was a natural, the kiss could not have been sweeter or more perfect. He felt the strength in his hands as he grippe her thin waist, her lips were so soft, and as her mouth opened, and tongues coiled and played, he knew he had been right, she was everything he had hoped. A kiss should be simple, the appetizer, but from the moment his lips touched hers, he knew he would not want to stop. Thank goodness she did, and he opened his eyes, terrified maybe he had...but all he heard was the giggle and all he saw was the smile. "I liked that."

He chuckled, "I did too, so why..." He opened his arms, held his hands out. but she did not move back towards him. "We can't do that again...Not now. Not for a while....If we do that again, we're going to be together in that way."

He nodded, she was right, he hated it, but she was right. "Well, okay, like I said, we have to take it slow, thank you for reminding me. But Jessi....I want you to know...it...you...were perfect." Somehow they had gone back to work and packed a bit more. Jessi was in her room, when Steven slipped into bed. He turned and looked at the light coming out from under her doorway. There was this warm buzz still lingering in his body, it had barely dissipated since the kiss. "Good night Jessi!" He whispered before falling asleep, undoubtedly dreaming of her.

He had no idea how long he had been asleep but he had a sixth sense when he slept and he was startled awake before she held out her hand. Steven was at first confused, what did she want? She was standing there in just a t-shirt and some boy short underwear, "Will you lay with me? Just ... lay." Instinctively he started to get up, and then as he began to walk with her, he realized, "Jessi, I...uh, I am naked, that is how I always sleep...I can get dressed a bit?

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Jessi, I...uh, I am naked," Steven said as he rose, his bedding held before his lower half and, of course, the part of him that came alive so often when she was around. "That is how I always sleep...I can get dressed a bit?

"Don't bother," she said casually, taking his free hand to pull him softly with her toward the bedroom. She wasn't looking back, so she didn't know where along the way he shed the blanket hiding his cock. After they'd passed through the doorway, she released her hold on him and pulled her tee shirt off over her head, revealing the shapely, young bosom of which he'd already seen so much of in the past couple of days. As she slid into the bed, she told him, "I'll take this side, you take that one."

But sides weren't for long: no sooner had Steven slipped in opposite of her, Jessi slipped up to him and laid against him, her head on his chest, her lower arm crooked against his rib cage, and the upper one laid across his belly. She whispered, "Hold me, Uncle Steve."

And once he did, she whispered again: "That feels good. Sleep tight, don't let the black bears bite."

And with a soft kiss to his scarred chest, Jessi did her best to fall asleep ... finally content with how her day was to end.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Don't bother," she said it with the lightness and innocence of a fairy, his own little Tinkerbell, except in a body ready for adult consumption. And so, he didn't, letting loose of the blanket and following his niece into the bedroom au natural. Once through the door, he watched as she let go of his hand and reached down to grasp her t-shirt and peel it over her head. Her body, and smooth, toned back were simply a siloette, as she moved and instructed him which side of the bed was his.

Steven laid down on his back, clasping his hands behind his head as she crawled in next to, and then slightly on top of him, positioned in the crood of his arm, with one each of her arms and legs splayed slightly over him. As he brought his arm around to cradle her back, resting his hand on the junction of her back and hip, a smile crept across his face, this was just SOOO right! He ran his fingertips lightly up and down her arm and back, letting it even come up and comb through her soft, thick, dark hair. "That feels good. Sleep tight, don't let the black bears bite."


He laughed as she let out a little giggle and then he felt the soft deep breaths as she nestled into him. "This is really nice, I like being here, having you hear like this." He felt her young breasts pressed against his ribs and chest. She fell asleep long before he did, he simply enjoyed laying there, softly caressing her and petting her, until he also feel peacefully asleep.

Steven rarely slept more than 6 hours, and he was awake before her, and he didn't even have to look down to know he was sporting, very hard morning wood. An 8 inch pole, tenting the thin sheet that was keeping them warm, was clearly visible and he squirmed a bit as she moved her thigh and her smooth, soft, toned skin brushed along the length of his shaft. He just laid there enjoying the moment, softly and lightly sending tickles up and down her back. When he felt her start to squirm, waking up, he gave her a soft hug. "Good morning sunshine...did you sleep well?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"I did," Jessi whispered softly in answer to Steven's question about whether she'd slept well or not. She caressed a hand over the front of his torso, very much like a lover would but a niece shouldn't. "Did you?"

As he was answering, Jessi noticed how the sheet was rising tall over her Uncle's groin and she smiled to herself. She sat up, letting the bedding fall away to reveal her naked bosom. She looked to Steven, then to his lower half ... then pulled the sheet back with a flip to reveal him in all his glory.

"Wow," she responded in awe, barely audible in that one word. She just stared at Steven's shaft a long moment before saying, "It's really something, isn't it?"

Jessi gave her Uncle only a moment to respond before -- even as she was doing it -- she asked, "May I touch it."

A single finger tip found the underside of Steven's shaft, which of course was currently topside, the light of the morning sun cutting through the opened drapes to illuminate it. She slid the soft skin of her finger up and down his length, from middle to head to balls and back.

She looked him in the eyes, asking unnecessarily, "Does that feel good?"

 

[Homerun2611]

"I did,...Did you?" It was more the tone, and the look of innocence in those incredible brown eyes, than the actual words, that absolutely melted his heart and was quickly wrapping his Steven around her delicate, little finger. "Yes, it was just so....there is no place I would rather be." He wasn't sure she even heard him as her attention was taken by the elephant in the room, or better said, the pitch in the tent.

She sat up and as he was admiring the view of her gravity defying young breasts, she whisked back the sheet, making him look down with a bit of an embarrassed grin. "Wow," he chuckled, "Umm...thank you?" Her focus was now staring down his very hard, very erect cock. "It's really something, isn't it?" Embarrassment gone, he swelled with pride wich made him ever bigger and harder, "I'm glad you like it, I have always been rather proud of it."

He had explained variances in size, trying not to act as if he was judging or disrespectful to her father and his friend, but, more than one woman had told him years after their tryst that he had ruined her in terms of other men. While few women wanted a porn star, size did matter!

Jessi was following her own agenda, he felt her finger tips on his shaft, even before Steven heard the words, "May I touch it." She must have felt him twitch, as if his cock answered for him. Harder yet, he was throbbing with need, a small droplet of precum secreted from his mushroom tip. He let out a small moan while trying to answer, but steadied his voice. "Yes, I'd...I'd like that very much."

She moved her hand up and down the sensitive underside. Steven had a very sensitive cock and balls, and her exploratory movements sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body, yet he tried to stay quiet and still. "Uhm...the most sensitive side is the underside where you are touching now...and there..." She had just run her fingers over his testacles. "Does that feel good?"

He had gripped her waist, as if to steady himself earlier, not hard but there, and as she began to move her finger, he slowly, tentatively, slid the back of his hand up her rib cage in a caress. "Mmm...yes, very good...." His body was enjoying her every move, while trying not to push or over react. He was licking his lips, and his eyes again enjoying her breasts, "Could I touch your breast, while you do that, I think...you might enjoy it?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

Jessi was studying her uncle's cock with intensity, intrigued and entertained by the way it twitched when she touched in certain places or certain ways. She looked to Steven's face when he let a groan escape, causing her to smile with delight.

He'd reached to her body, which she hadn't meant to happen but wasn't in anyway regretful of. She was kind of surprised when he asked, "Could I touch your breast, while you do that."

Being raised so far away from the normal sexually charged world beyond the lake and cabin, Jessi didn't fully understand the male obsession with tits. Of course, she had one about penises, so, sure, why not?

"I think...you might enjoy it?"

Jessi answered Steven by using her free hand to guide his wandering hand over top of a breast. Despite having had her hands between her thighs so very often, Jessi had never really toyed with her own breasts before, so the shot of pleasure from his brushing his palm over her pert, sensitive nipple surprised her. She drew a quick deep breath, then let it escape as a sigh.

"You're right," she whispered with a smile. She shifted her hand from Steven's cock to her free breasts, groping it, pinching its nipple, then reaching down to do the same to her uncle's tit. "Does that feel good for boys, too?"

There was so much Jessi didn't understand, so much about which she was naive, despite the long talks about men, women, and sexuality that she'd had with her father prior to his death.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was a most interesting, and highly erotic little game of show and tell they were having. Jessi was both highly curious and cautious, and she had no idea how entirely captivating and enticing her naivete was, which is exactly what made it so. Never in his life had Steven imagined asking a woman if he could touch her breast, for the fact that he was even contemplating it, made it true that the answer was implicit to the non asked inquiry.

She didn't answer, instead letting her actions do a far better job. As Jessi grabbed Steven's wrist he opened his fingers, as his hand was placed over her firm and beautiful, young, tit! He had barely touched it when she took a deep breath, "You're right." He gave her a grin and a wink, "Just wait..."

He started gently massaging the full orb, letting her feel relaxed and secure before bringing the bad of his thumb up to first encircle and then slowly play with her nipple. His action and the pleasure in her nipple caused a very unintended consequence, she took her hand from his prick, to which he gave a soft moan, to use that hand to entertain the breast he was not occupying.

His massaging and teasing, turned into a soft roll as his index finger joined the assault of his thumb. He was twirling and teasing just enough to feel her young nipples harden, only to watch as she duplicated his moves on herself, but adding a bit of a pinch. He felt her jerk, and smiled, "So, the pinch, how did that moment of pain make you feel, did it heighten the pleasure of the other, a bit of pain can do that, some women truly enjoy that, others, not so much!"

Steven was an experienced lover, there was not much he hadn't tried other than male on male, so although relatively infrequent, he had played a bit in the BDSM world, and the pinching of nipples was often the first tip toe, down that path. He was curious in her response.

She next moved her hand from her breast to his, as he continued to tease and play with hers, teasing his nipple and then giving it a playful pinch. "Does that feel good for boys, too?" He had arched his back slightly at the pinch, his cock again twitching, and he laughed. "Well, yes, as a matter of fact it does...pinching, scratching, biting, all have their place, except..." And he pointed down at his throbbing, still very hard cock, "...there! "There, it is fingers, mouth or pussy."

He hoped he hadn't shocked her with any of this, and he was letting her take it in, but then he sat up a bit. "Here, let me show you something...please trust me..." and he leaned in and gave the breast he had been playing with the nipple he had teased, a soft gentle kiss. And then, opening his mouth he pressed his lips in and gently suckled her breast, while his tongue began flicking and massaging her nipple. He did it only a few seconds and then looked up at her, "How did that feel?" His hand now holding her waist, he did it on more time, his tongue playing a bit more around her entire areola and nipple....

 

[CutiePie1997]

"So, the pinch..." he asked, before talking about things Jessi had never imagined or about which she'd been educated by, of all people, her father. The mentioning of putting one's mouth around a penis confused her, and when he referred to a woman's vagina as a pussy, she only became more confused.

She was about to ask for clarification, but Steven sat up and drew his favorite nipple into his mouth. Jessi drew a sharp, deep breath, moaning, then murmuring, "Oh ... wow."

"How did that feel?"

Jessi laughed, looking into his eyes with an expression of awe. Without even realizing that she'd done it, she'd once again grasped her lonesome breast to grope it and pleasure its nipple on her own. This was something she now realized she would have loved to know about a long time ago, when she first learned what reaching down between her thighs did to her.

Suddenly, she began to panic, remembering that she'd decided the day before not to do this -- to make love, which she thought they had already begun -- unless Uncle Steve agreed to remain permanently at the cabin. She moved away quickly to stand next to the bed in only her boy shorts for a moment; her heart was beating hard, and her chest was swelling out and back in from the excitement and pleasure Steve had caused her.

"Breakfast," was all she said before she spun, snatched up the nearest shirt, and headed quickly out. "I'll make breakfast."

Out in the kitchen, Jessi stood at the little sink, the panic still occupying her mind. What they'd done had been ... amazing. But what they would have done would have been two steps back from where Jessi wanted them to be. She wanted to be with Steve, not just as his niece but as his lover ... but she wanted that to happen here, in her home, a home that had been his before.

She knew it was inevitable that they leave, of course. Steve was set on it, and they'd already hidden a majority of the valuable resources that they couldn't take with them. Still, Jessi hoped they would soon return, and when they did, then they'd become lovers.

 

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The transition was abrupt, one moment Steven was suckling Jessi's breast, teasing her nipple with his tongue, even tempting her with the lightest little bite, followed by the swirling, and flicking of his tongue. Her every reaction showed enjoyment, arousal and then...."Breakfast," Out she popped, from his grasp, from his mouth, from his bed. "I'll make breakfast."

Almost any other woman, he wouldn't have let go, there was no doubt what she wanted, but, this was Jessi, and he had made promises. Her timeline, her choices. It almost hurt to put his shorts on, he was that hard, but he did put them on and came out, wrapping he arms around her for a moment. "That was nice, really nice but it is always okay for you to stop, and I will be here, if you want to start, but here isn't this place or that place, it is wherever we are, because that is my home."

There was no more talk of sex as the enjoyed breakfast, pancakes with fresh blueberries. After that they finished packing up, and had just put the last few things in the remote shed when they heard it, BOOM! He saw Jessi look at him, "It's a hand grenade, someone just blew up the blockade, GO!"

Steven was impressed how fast Jess was able to move, and within three minutes, the side bags of his motorcycle had their stuff, and he was on his bike, Jessi behind him. He looked at the path where he knew they would be coming, and took off the other way, he knew what she was thinking, there was only one way in....and she was right...but they couldn't get out that way, not yet. He pulled the bike out behind the house and told her to sit quiet, and wait.

It was only three minutes before he saw them coming up, it was a small army, twenty or so folks, carrying guns and scanning for inhabitants. What they weren't scanning for was the trips he had set. Like clockwork, suddenly the invaders were engulfed in a wall of flames....the screaming was blood curling.

He looked over his shoulder, "Hold on!" And with that he gunned the throttle and flew the bike and them through the searing heat into freedom. There were two people another 100 yards out, but they had been watching the inferno ignite. By the time they saw the bike emerge, Steven had his gun out and had put a bullet in one guy's throat, and the other woman's forehead. Down they took the trail, but at the bottom where he would have turned left to go back to CCC, there was another group of people headed in trucks coming toward them.

Off they went, away from their destination, he knew another way, but they would be going around the lake, and it was already only an hour or so until sunset. He knew traveling at night was not safe, they would find a spot and camp, something in the woods, head back in the morning. Steve found a spot on the far side of the lake, there was a small waterfall that would give them fresh water. He could build a small fire, but that was it, they would need to scrape together something to eat, and sleep under the stars....

 

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Jessi's excitement level over what had happened with Uncle Steve had finally settled a bit, and they'd nearly finished with their preparations to leave when all hell broke loose. She wouldn't have known what to do without his guidance, but soon enough they were flying away from the property, through a wall of fire like some blow'em up, shoot'em up action movie.

That first night that Steve had returned to the cabin, Jessi had instinctively and easily grabbed her bow and loosed an arrow at an intruder. It missed, which hadn't disappointed her; she hadn't really wanted to kill anyone but had only not wanted to be killed herself.

But seeing Steven put bullets into the neck and head of the two people beyond the fire wall had been very real and very difficult to watch. As the bike raced away, Jessi turned her head to look back. The man her Uncle had shot was clutching at his neck, blood gushing through his fingers as fell first to his knees, then to his front to ultimately die.

She never wanted to see that again, death. Even as she was tightening her grip about Steven's torso for the fast ride to safety, she was telling herself she never wanted to experience something like that ever again. And without anymore resistance, Jessi knew that the two of them had to live in the prison. There, they would be safe behind fences of razor wire, concrete walls, and steel bars.

Arriving at their destination, Jessi told her Uncle that she needed a moment alone. She wandered off toward the beautiful waterfall, found some privacy, dropped to her knees, and emptied her belly from the stress and fear that had been building inside of her. She took a few minutes to settle, cleaned her mouth at the fall, and returned to find Steven at an already crackling fire.

They ate some of the smoked meat and dehydrated foods from the cabin, and with it being so late already, Jessi said, "I need sleep. Will you make up a bed?"

She wanted to curl up into the arms of the only person on the planet she trusted.

 

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Steven had gone into autopilot as the trouble arrived, and they ultimately made their escape. He had not killed because he enjoyed it, quite the opposite, it was just the surest and most expedient way to guarantee Jessi's safety, and that was all that mattered. The flying through the fire had been harrowing but brief. He had taken the bike from zero to near 50 MPH, before they hit the flames, and that speed was necessary for them not to catch on fire themselves.

Once through he had not turned back until he pulled into the woods and went all the way to a secluded cove of the lake and waterfall. He planned to talk about all that had happened and make sure Jessi was okay, but she asked for some time alone. He had gone to see if she was okay and seen what she was doing. He went back and made the fire, he kept it small to avoid being seen, and laid out food.

They ate in relative quiet, Steven kept looking a Jessi but tried to give her space. He had a blanket he had brought and laid it out on the dirt and covered ground of the small clearing, he wadded up his jacket to use as a pillow and then laid down fully dressed and opened his arms, and patted his chest.

"Come here Jessi, you can rest your head on me, I want to hold you and talk to you?" Once she was laying how they had the other night, somehow everything felt better. He hoped this would be their routine going forward, he liked her here, in his arms, just like that. Once she was there, he started, "I am sorry for today, I want you to know, I don't like to kill, I do it, but never have I enjoyed it. But...I will kill to protect you, I would gladly give my life to protect you, you are what I care most about. I think you now understand why I thought we had to go back, but make no mistake, I am going back to be with you."

He turned her toward him and gave her a long, deep kiss, he needed to feel her like that, share that intimacy, but nothing more. He held her through the night, and once again, the chirping of the birds awoke him. Damn! Once again he had morning wood, but at least his pants hid it a bit, he would soon realize, it was impossible for him to sleep with Jessie and not wake up rock hard, but usually that was a good thing....

 

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Jessi hadn't slept well, as opposed to the previous night; both nights she'd gone to sleep in Steven's arms, but the previous night had been in her comfortable bed in a warm house after a nice dinner and discussion with her uncle, and this one had been on the ground out in the cold after she'd just seen men (and possibly women?) burned or shot to death.

The kiss she shared with Steven had helped either. Oh, she'd enjoyed it, terribly. But Jessi was trying desperately to hold off on any more intimate contact with him until he made a commitment to return to the cabin one day.

Of course, now that was probably a pipe dream. Presuming the cabin wasn't already a smoking pile of ash, they would never be safe there again. No, the prison was likely going to be their home from now on.

They ate breakfast, packed up, and headed out once again. They were way off their intended course back to the prison, and between the two of them there were having a hard time figuring out how to get back on track without possibly running into more trouble.

 

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It wasn't so much Steven didn't know which way to go to get back to the prison, he didn't know which way was safe. At the end of the day, given that either direction likely gave as much probability of danger, but one would take three hours of unknown exposure while the direct right was only a bit over an hour he decided on direct.

As they packed up, Steven explained. "I don't know exactly what might lie ahead. All I know is it is harder to hit something going fast then slow." He realized, Jessi did not understand the full implications of his statement. "I can get my bike going a solid 125, even 130 miles per hour, if you've never ridden that fast, which I know you haven't your first reaction is going to be to throw up. If you need to, don't worry about it, it is natural and will make you feel better."

Then he gave the bad news. He pulled out his gun and showed it to her, "have you ever shot a pistol?" He thought not, it was not a hunting weapon. "I will have it, but there may come a time when I need both hands on the wheel. If I hand it back to you, take it, and shoot in the general direction the trouble is. Don't worry if you don't hit anything, it is merely to make them think about the wisdom of taking chase."

Steven was sure, the witnessing of death had really bothered Jess, so he tried to make her feel better. "It may be fine, we may have a carefree ride back to CCC, but no matter what, hold on tight to me, I can't lose you, I can't!"

As soon as they left the gravel road leading into the woods, Steven turned on the main highway with Jessie holding on. "I'm going to hit it...hold on!"" They took off like a bat out of hell, and all was good for 20 minutes, Steven saw the small blockade only seconds before the bullet whizzed my his head. He started weaving the bike, back and forth, moving at different frequencies but never slowing down. Pulling out the gun, he put it through the chest of the man in front with the scoped rifle, the next two bullets took out the windows of the trucks.

There were five other people, who suddenly were scurrying fo r cover. "HOLD ON!" Steven screamed as he handed back the gun, and wheelied the bike to create cover from anyone shooting directly. He lowered the bike seconds before he swerved between the trucks. "Shoot back at them..." Jessi did as told, but they were never going to catch them. A little more than a half hour they saw the gates of CCC.

This takes us to this point in Behind The Bars....

 

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The late evening of Day 7, as the Casino Field Trip Feast continues:

Steven approached Charlie, asking, "Boss, do you mind, I'd like to call it a night, I think this party may go on a while and I'd like to check in on Jessi."

"Yeah, go check on her."

When he arrived at Cabin #10, Jessi was alone, the first time all day as Maria or one of the other girls had been keeping her company -- and keeping her safe -- all day. She saw Steven's bullet wound from the Casino shootout when he shed his shirt and gasped.

"It's okay, I promise," he lied.

"It's still bleeding, you idiot!" she exclaimed. "Why didn't you have the Doc tend to this?"

They set about sewing him up on their own, something Jessi was perfectly able to do. Twice in her earlier years, she'd had to stitch her father after he'd been injured in accidents at the cabin. She doused the wound with antiseptics and wrapped it with fresh bandages.

Her timing had been perfect: with more blood loss than he'd imagined, with the exertion of the pillaging of the Casino; with the excitement of the shootout and flight back to Three-C; and then -- incredibly! -- his spending more than two hours out on the grounds preparing a celebratory Feast for the others during which he'd still been leaking blood under the jacket that had hidden it from the others in the darkness, Steven leaned over gently and simply passed out in Jessi's lap.

"Unbelievable," she murmured to herself. "Simply unbelievable."

She managed to reach the radio that he and most of Charlie's Senior Staff carried with them and called for Doc Michael to switch to another channel on the device. The explained the situation, and five minutes later he and Betty both were at the cabin to tend to Steven. They checked the wound, with Jessi getting a figurative pat on the back for her suture work, then helped get him into his bed where they hooked him up to a bag of plasma.

"He'll be fine," Betty reassured Jessi before they left. "Is there anything more you need? Do you want one of us to--"

"No, no, don't be silly, we'll be fine, thanks," Jessi reassured the woman. She'd heard the stories about the two medical professionals playing doctor, and giving Betty a wink whispered, "I'm sure you have better things to do tonight."

Again alone with her uncle, Jessi washed up and changed into an oversized tee shirt and pair of stretchy cotton gym shorts, the same she'd slept in the night before. All day long, she'd been thinking about her situation here at Clark County Correctional, and now those thoughts came back to her again...

The flight on Steven's motorcycle from the cabin to the prison had been the most frightening moment of her entire life. They'd been shot at, yes, but even more so, Steven had shot at and killed others, then asked her to shoot and possibly kill as well.

Jessi didn't honestly think she'd hit anyone or even gotten close to hitting anyone. She was still conflicted about how she'd so easily shot an arrow at a man that first night and yet found shooting a gun yesterday so difficult.

To make matters worse, Steven had barely gotten her settled into Cabin #10 before he was off again to raid the Casino. He'd left her here, with a woman everyone called Madam Maria and other women who she suspected were prostitutes, just to go off and collect some casino chips and fancy assed clothes and, of course, get shot.

And then there was Charlie.

Jessi hadn't been in the cabin more than two hours before she overheard a pair of the women on the doorstep discussing the Warden and Chef and what they did to one another when alone. Steven and Charlie were lovers, and while she was happy that Steven had someone who fulfilled his sexual needs, she couldn't help but be jealous because it was Jessi who was so desperate to have her Uncle making sweet and passionate love to her.

She looked to his groin, hidden beneath a blanket tossed over him for warmth, and remembered what it had felt like to touch the soft skin of his hardened penis. It had twitched at her soft caress, and Steven had moaned his reaction to the pleasure it had caused.

Jessi could have been with him that night or even the night that had followed. She could have been with him this night if he hadn't gone off and gotten himself shot. Bastard! she said, using one of the only curse words to which she was privy.

She stood and went to the windows, pulling the cloth shades closed. Next, she locked the door, fed the fire with two large, long burning chunks of Oak, then turned up a kerosene lamp and turned off the electric lights. Then, shedding the oversize shirt and shorts to stand there in only a pair of panties like those she'd been wearing that first time Steven had seen her at the cabin, Jessi slid into bed next to him and cuddled up close to him.

 

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Steven only vaguely realized what either Doc or Betty did to help him, let alone the fine job Jessi had done sewing him up, all he knew was all day he had been dying to get back to her, see her talk about what had happened earlier and ... well...during the trip, even the night before, he had wanted to talk about them. Well, not talk so much, he didn't really like discussing his feelings, but, he wanted her, God he wanted her, and having Charlie tell him she could see how badly Jessi wanted him had made him want to find out.

He had worked so hard to hold back, not push her, but Jesus, he was human and so he had intended, once he got back from the casino, back from the feast, that he would...and instead he had collapsed into her arms. He wondered what he though, was he a hero for saving her, or a villain for killing to get her safe? What had her day been, had she missed him, had the Madam done as Charlie commanded, or introduced her to more of the facts of life. As he had headed back to see Jessi, he just wanted to be with her, alone with her, and yes, if she was willing, make love to her.

He awoke and slowly began regaining consciousness. He had no idea of the time, but it was early, just a bit after sun-up, why did daybreak seemingly always wake him up? The first thing he felt was her bare chest pressed against his, her head resting on his pecs, somehow, even unconscious he had wrapped his one arm around her, his hand cupping her left buttock cheek. He gently caressed it, and kissed the top of her head. She had come to bed topless, like their first night, and that made him happy.

However, then he realized the other arm, down at his side, the IV bag of plasma, nearly emptied. Obviously she had called Doc, and whatever he did had helped. His arm was sore where it was freshly sutured, but he felt pretty good.

She was waking up, and he needed some help. "Jessi, could you help me out of the IV?" However as she went to reach over him, he cupped her ass in his hand, his fingers pressing through her panties, slightly into her folds, and he....leaned up and kissed her. Letting go, but his mouth only inches away, he looked into her eyes, "I missed you yesterday...I really did...I'm sorry...and thank you for helping me..." Those eyes, her...he forget what else to say, all he wanted was to kiss her again!

 

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Jessi's first thought upon waking in her Uncle's arms was that she wanted so badly to kiss him, hold him, touch him ... make love to him. But she resisted, still not quite sure where their relationship was now or might soon be. Despite her sexually liberal upbringing and the knowledge that there had been something intimate between her mother and her mother's brother -- knowledge Steven confirmed himself -- she still knew that most of society saw such carnal knowledge as indecent.

They weren't at the cabin anymore, away from the rest of what remained of society. They were in a community of people who -- while primarily criminals -- still might not accept and uncle fucking his niece.

"Jessi, could you help me out of the IV?" Steven asked, interrupted her attempt by suddenly pressing his lips to her own. "I missed you yesterday...I really did...I'm sorry...and thank you for helping me..."

She didn't fight the kiss, but once it was done, Jessi didn't repeat it either. She slipped out of bed, found one of the oversized sweatshirts, and slipped it on. Now decent, she helped her Uncle out of the IV, the quickly moved away from the bed.

"I'm not sure we should sleep together in the same bed," she said out of the blue. She looked for Steven's reaction, then explained, "You're my uncle, I'm your niece. I think we should get a second bed in here, in separate rooms."

It hurt her to say this, and she had shifted her gaze to the floor, unable to hold his eyes. "I just ... I just think it will look better ... don't you?"

 

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She had no idea how badly her uncle had been dying to kiss her, and when she moved, hovering over him, nothing, not even a wounded shoulder could stop him from doing what he had been thinking about for hours.

While she kissed him, she then did nothing, no not nothing she went and put her clothes back on. Steven didn't understand, he really didn't. "I'm not sure we should sleep together in the same bed...You're my uncle, I'm your niece. I think we should get a second bed in here, in separate rooms." If she had taken a knife, and seared it glowing red over an open flame, and drove it into his wounded shoulder, could she have wounded him more.

"Really, is that...is that really how you feel...what you want?" God he was trying to do the right thing, take the high ground, just as he had so many years ago. He winced, but not from the pain, from trying to shut his heart down...again! He tried to say something but couldn't, he was clenching his teeth, trying, trying....he not only loved her, he was in love with her, and somehow he was positive he could never feel like this about anyone again!

"I just ... I just think it will look better ... don't you?" He brought his good hand up and covered his eyes, and raked it slowly down his face. This was a man she had watched face death a few times over their last few days, and never let it affect him, and here is was quite literally choking back emotions that were suddenly overwhelming.

He raised his eyes to her, and couldn't hold back. "NO...DAMN IT! NO...It won't look better, fuck I don't care how it looks...Jessi...I LOVE YOU...and if people don't like that here, then we'll leave, because if that is the choice, then I choose you! I would always...choose you!"

He felt what little energy he had left, draining away, "Always..." And then he thought, but...."I guess that doesn't matter though does it?... If you ... if you, wouldn't choose me?" His voice trailed off as he finished, his energy gone. Steven let himself fall back on the bed, and shut his eyes, he had no idea where to go from here....

 

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"NO...DAMN IT! NO"

Steven's harshly spoken response made Jessi flinch. She looked up at him with rising eyes, though her head remained down. She'd hurt him, that was obvious.


"It won't look better, fuck I don't care how it looks..."

She hadn't thought she would care either, but a day alone without her Uncle while he'd been off on the Casino mission had left her thinking about things. And through the day she'd had conversations with many a person -- mostly women -- about her Uncle: nearly everyone respected him, nearly everyone liked him, and nearly everyone with a pussy wanted him.

She didn't care about that last part: she wanted him, too. But there had been many comments made about ... well, about everything that had left Jessi thinking that her love for Steven was something that needed to be kept between them ... kept secret.

"Jessi...I LOVE YOU...and if people don't like that here, then we'll leave, because if that is the choice, then I choose you! I would always...choose you! Always..."

She saw a change in Steven's face and -- just as he already had -- realized that he was looking weak. She began moving toward him as he slumped back, finishing, "I guess that doesn't matter though does it?... If you ... if you, wouldn't choose me?"

Jessi got to her Uncle just as he laid back, closed his eyes, and began to drift off to sleep. She thought of calling Michael or Betty again but concluded that he was simply drained from his injury and need to recover.

"I choose you, Steven," she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips as he only hummed his subconscious recognition of her presence. She studied him as he drifted off, adding in an even softer whisper, "I love you, too."

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Jessi laid with her Uncle for nearly an hour, to ensure that he was just resting and not dying on her, then slipped away from holding him to call Betty on the radio. When the nurse arrived to watch over him for a bit, Jessi took the short walk from Cabin #10 to #5, knocking, and smiling when the Madam answered.

"Are you alone, Maria?" Jessi asked. Getting a yes answer and a gesture to enter, she asked, "If I tell you something personal, something private, does it stay between us, only us?"

Mari laughed as she closed the door, asking, "You mean like confession with a Catholic priest or lawyer-client privilege? Sure, honey, between you and me. Secrets are my life."

The two of them sat down over a glass of wine, and Jessi told the woman all about her feelings for her Uncle, Steven's declaration of love for her and his demand that they sleep in the same bed, and what she knew about her mother and Steven's relationship back before Jessi herself was born.

Maria showed little surprise through the whole conversation which, honestly, was more a one sided affair and thus more of a confession after all. When Jessi ended, the two of them simply stared at each other for a long moment before the younger woman asked, "What am I to do?"

"You're concerned that the others here will look down on your uncle ... will think of him as pervert ... for engaging you in an incestuous affair," Maria said, repeating the gist of what Jessi had explained but using the "P" word that she herself had had to explain to the girl because she'd never heard it until this moment. Jessi nodded, to which Maria asked, "But you want this relationship, as much as our uncle does?"

Jessi nodded again, adding with emphasis, "Oh, yes. Yes, I do."

"Then you have to have a second bed brought to the cabin," Maria said with a definitive tone, "and you have to keep it in a separate room ... your room ... or your uncle's room."

Jessi didn't look exceptionally happy about the Madam's answer, realizing that she may have been hoping for the woman to say fuck it as her uncle had. But then Maria added, "But that's not going to be enough."

"I ... I don't understand."

"You want to keep this personal, between the two of you, but your uncle doesn't care if the others know that you are engaged in an intimate relationship."

Jessi nodded again, saying, "Yeah. That's ... that's pretty much it."

"They're gonna find out," Maria said, just as definitively. "Unless you can convince your uncle to keep it personal ... secret."

Jessi contemplated that a moment, before Maria added, "And you're going to have to have some ... let's call it cover."

"I ... I don't understand," she said once again.

"If you want to keep this secret..." Maria hesitated a moment, knowing that this was a radical solution to a unique situation. She chuckled softly, surprised that she was even suggesting this. "Steven will need to continue to carry on his relationship with Charlie. And you ... well, Jessi ... you're going to have to find a boyfriend."

The young woman's eyes widened and her mouth fell partly open. "What ... why ... why would I need a ... a boyfriend?"

Maria explained that no one was going to believe that Steven -- who was one of the most sought after men in the Three-C -- had suddenly gone abstinent, which they would think if the only person he was bedding was Jessi, and -- quite literally -- behind closed doors. And no one was going to believe that Jessi, looking the way she did, wasn't able to land herself a lover in a place filled with horny men.

"Would I ... you know--"

"Have to have sex with him?" Maria asked bluntly. She shrugged. "Unless you can find someone who will partake of the secret with you and Steven."

A moment of contemplation passed, after which Jessi asked the question Maria knew was on her mind. "Would Steven have to--"

"Same answer," Maria cut her off.

They talked more on the subject before hugging and exchanging farewells. Jessi returned to #10 to find Steven still sleeping, with another plasma bag attached to his arm. Betty said, "It'll help. When he wakes, tell him to leave it in until its half empty."

The nurse departed, Steven slept another couple of hours, and when he awoke, Jessi -- who hadn't stopped thinking about what she and the Madam had discussed -- said, "Uncle Steve, I have something to say, and I want you to let me finish before you get mad at me."

She started, not knowing how far she would get before he freaked.

 

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Steven had been teetering in and out of the various stages of consciousness. He thought he remembered hearing Jessi say, "I love you, too." He had not quite awoken once and felt someone beside him, wrapping his arm around her, moaning, "You're dressed?" Only to hear Nurse Betty respond.

Another time he woke up, Betty still there, but feeling a bit better as the plasma did its best to replenish them. He had looked around, hoping to see Jessi, and being sad she wasn't there. However, never would he have dreamed that she was having the conversation she was having, that she would have divulged, what he had never intended to divulge to anyone, nor that she might seriously consider someone else's advice.

When he finally did awaken, he felt surprising better and stronger, he was actually starving. It was then he saw Jessi, she was in the room, perhaps she had been there all the time. "I need to thank Betty, I feel bad that I have used two of the bags of plasma, once I am healthy I will give blood to help replenish."

Steven looked at Jessi, and then he remembered the conversation they had been having before he apparently blacked out. Apparently she had been thinking about something too? "Uncle Steve, I have something to say, and I want you to let me finish before you get mad at me."

Steven had no idea what she needed to say, but he knew he needed to hear her out. He sat up in bed and motioned, hoping she would sit down next to him, "Of course honey, what is it?"