Campaign 6R Ch 02

The second chapter of Campaign 6R.

With a few very minor changes, hopefully improvements, in grammar, punctuation, and words, Campaign 6R is the same story as 6R. It has the same theme, characters, ideas, scenes, situations, context and content.

Just a different title and located in a different category.

LIVE LARGE!!!

BoCur

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Campaign 6R Chapter 2

After drying off and changing back into my earlier outfit, I went to the patio and got the gas grill going. In the kitchen I turned the oven on and grabbed the two New York Strips, I had left to thaw that morning.

It didn't take long for the steaks to cook to a medium rare and as they rested, I placed several Parker House rolls in the hot oven and started constructing a simple salad.

By the time I was sitting the patio table Di arrived. Her fine, corn silk hair was dry and she was dressed in short sleeveless shift that had small white diamond designs against an indigo blue.

We sat down and ate in the cool evening breeze as dusk turned to night.

"This is good!"

"Thank you. Can you cook?"

"Mama showed me how to make toast, but did not want me to do it by myself."

"We'll teach you."

"Goody!"

I was an accomplished cook, maybe not enough skill, talent or experience to be called a chef, but had a large and diverse repertoire to draw from. Mama had been an excellent cook and allowed me to help and tutored me. In college I continued cooking in my dorm's small kitchen and then later in my own place.

I needed to prepare Di, to be able to support herself in the event something happened to me. It was an unlikely scenario, but a possibility, which needed to be addressed.

With available delivery services, via the internet, Amazon, etc., all she would need or want could be deposited on the door step. Once there she would need to be able to make use of them. Teaching her some simple cooking techniques was a start.

I dimmed the lights and we moved to a yard swing. She curled up with her head in my lap as we watched the stars in the clear night sky. A bright shooting star streaked across the black panorama of white sparkling points.

"Did you see that?" she excitedly asked, sitting up, pointing.

"A shooting star. They are not really stars, but meteors, bits and pieces of interplanetary rocks or debris. When they come close Earth's gravity grabs and pulls them into the atmosphere. Their speed and friction cause them to burn, lighting up the night sky."

"Wow! Pretty!"

"You know what they say?"

She shakes her head and I tell her, "When you see a shooting star, say, 'Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight: I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight.' Then make a wish. Don't say it out loud or tell anyone what you wish. This old rhyme is rumored to make your wish come true. If you're willing to open your mind to the possibility of magic in the universe, wishing upon a shooting star is a way of strengthening your aspirations."

"OH! I hope there's another one! I believe!"

"A good possibility as there is seldom just one meteor. Watch the sky and think about your wish."

She continued to sit up looking at the sky for several minutes before returning to her previous position. About ten minutes later a shooting star flashed across the sky.

Di sat up and said, "Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight: I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish I wish tonight."

She was silent for a moment staring straight ahead and then turned me and said, "I believe."

I smiled agreeing, "So do I."

As she looked back at the night sky, I asked, "You ready for some ice cream?"

She stood up facing me and declared, "Yes!"

Standing I said, "Lets clear the dinner dishes and we will get some. What flavor do you want?"

"Chocolate!"

We took our bowls of ice cream into the living room and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. I flipped to a channel carrying old shows and we watched a couple episodes of MASH.

Our bowls empty, Di lay down on her side on the couch with her head in my lap and I rubbed her hair.

"Sugar I'm got some things that need to be taken care of tomorrow. You think you'll be OK while I'm gone."

She stiffened and raised up, apprehension clouded her pretty face, moaning, "Gone? You are coming back?"

Placing my hand on her cheek I assured, "Yes Baby. It probably won't be more than a couple of hours. I am never going to leave you for a long time. I will always return. I promise. You can stay in your bedroom or in the safe room while I am gone."

Turning her face, kissing my palm, trusting me, she conceded, "Ok Hay."

"Good girl Sweetie. I need to go by my old place and pick up my laptop and some clothes. I have an appointment with the attorney handling Mama and Daddy's will. Then I need to go to Mama and Daddy's bank to get a handle on their finances."

She nodded although I was sure she did not grasp the importance of the last two. Even though it was beyond her current comprehension, I wanted to establish a foundation from which to build.

"Honey It is been a busy and strenuous day. Why don't you get ready for bed and get some sleep. I'm going to stay up for a while to do some work on the computer. I'll be in later to tuck you in."

"Tuck me in later?"

I nodded and she leaned over kissing me, her lips tasting of chocolate. She stood and headed for her room.

After loading and turning on the dishwasher, I got a whisky. Checking the internet, I made a few notes then closed it down. I sat for a while finishing my drink, reviewing today and thinking about tomorrow.

I stopped off at Di's room. Her light was still on and she was lying in bed, propped up by pillows looking at a Jack & Jill magazine.

The bed covers were pulled up so only her arms, shoulders, neck and head were uncovered. I noticed that her shoulders were bare but didn't think much of it.

"Time to go to sleep honey," I said taking the magazine from her hands and laying it on her nightstand.

She scooted down in bed and I leaned over and kissed her. This time her lips were minty.

"Good night Sugar. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."

She giggled, "I don't have bed bugs."

"Well that is great."

"I love you Hay."

"I love you Beautiful."

I left her resting in her bed, cutting off the lights as I exited. The room dimmed, only illuminated by a night light from the bathroom.

Going to my room, I showered and brushed my teeth. Coming out of the bathroom, naked, I saw that Di was in my bed.

I stepped back into the bathroom and called out, "Di what are you doing?"

"Can I sleep here again tonight?"

"You'll be more comfortable in your bed."

"I'm scared."

I decided to get a pair of shorts from the dresser and asked as I made my way over and pulled out a pair, "What are you frightened of?"

"I don't know... Why are you getting shorts? You said you liked sleeping naked."

"Well if you sleep with me I better not be naked." I said, juggling to get the shorts on.

"Why. I am...," She stated, pulling the covers back to show me.

"Why are you naked?" I asked, pulling the shorts up.

"You said it felt good and I wanted to see. You are right, it does."

"Ok," I said pulling the covers back over her, "What do you fear?"

"Since Mama and Daddy died I don't want to be alone in the dark. Can I stay? Please!?"

"Well alright. You can wear one of my T-shirts."

"Why? It feels so good to be in bed without clothes."

"Alright you can but I'll keep the shorts on for the time being."

I cut the lights out leaving only a night light burning in the bathroom and got into bed. Di immediately moved over against me lying on her side. On my back, my arm under her head, I could feel her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing against my sides.

One of her arms trailed across my stomach. Despite my best intentions I had a natural reaction and started to grow, escaping the slit in my shorts. Di moved her hand hitting my engorged dick. I hoped she wouldn't notice. But she did.

Investigating, she grasped it and asked, "What is the matter with your peepee. It's hot and swollen."

She had rudimentary knowledge of the difference between male and female anatomy. During our youth, as constant companions, we had seen each other naked often. With only four years difference between us Mama had even given us baths together until my tenth birthday.

As to be expected, questions were asked and investigations made. We had played house a time or two and her name for her pussy and my dick was peepee.

She had seen me naked just now and the previous night. Both times my cock was swinging flaccidly. Never had she seen my dick excited and erect.

Retaining her grip, she sat up, pulling the covers down and got on her knees for a better look. In the dim illumination of the bathroom nightlight she was an erotic vision, enticing my rampant member to exuded precum.

"Something is coming out. Are you peeing?" She questioned, peering close, collecting a drop off the head with her finger, rubbing it between her finger and thumb, "I don't think it is pee. It is thick and slick. Does it hurt? Is it the shorts? Take them off."

I sat up, pulling her away into my arms and said, "No Sugar it is not pee. It doesn't hurt and it is not the shorts. Come on and lay down it will go away in a little while. Let's go to sleep now. I will explain later."

She responded to request and we settled into our original positions but a few seconds later she said, "I feel funny. I think I may have peed a little. My peepee feels wet."

I assumed it was her excited secretions. Di had the mind of a child but the body of healthy teenage girl which subconsciously responded to stimuli.

I told her, "You're OK Sweetie and no you didn't pee. The bed is dry. Your peepee just produced a natural moisture. When girls get your age they start, kind of like your monthly periods. It is nothing to worry about though. I will explain later but for now know it is alright. Lets go to sleep.

"OK," she said stroking her damp pussy and lightly taking hold of my still turgid dick, "You are wet too."

"I know honey. It's alright. Go to sleep now."

She lay holding my dick until succumbing to the sandman. I gently moved her hand away. It had been a trial not to respond to her sweet caress.

I had tried to think of something to distract me and started to review my project. I mentally examined each process in depth and as I did I thought of a divergent computation that showed promise. It definitely deserved further lab exploration.

With her hand removed and my intense mental scrutiny of the new research avenue, I started to deflate. Di turned over on her side a facing away from me, curling up, her rump pressed solidly against my hip. In this position sleep finally found me.

The dawn sunlight brought me out of my slumber. I was a morning person, seldom sleeping past 6 am, usual up well before. My morning wood, resulting from a full bladder, demanded relief.

Dressing in a pair of khaki shorts and a green polo shirt, after my morning constitutional, behind the closed bathroom door so not to disturb Di, I reentered the bedroom.

Di had thrown off the covers and lay on her back, arms crossed above her head and legs slightly parted. Her considerable charms were on prominent display. I stood by the bed and gazed down and this beautiful woman.

Angelic face framed by her long fine, fair hair, so blonde as to be almost white, that flowed wildly past her shoulders. Her luscious, full lips were set in a smile, having a good dream. Her lightly tanned skin was flawless with breasts standing high and proud, capped by slightly darker areola and punctuated by eraser sized nipples. Her chest narrowed to a slim waist and flat stomach and then swelled into her generous hips. Long toned legs descended to dainty size 4 feet. At the junction of her legs and hips was her delectable, peach shaped pussy, sparsely covered by very fine fuzz, forming a perfect cameltoe.

She was the epitome of a wet dream.

While greatly enjoying the view, my mind drifted back to last night's events and wondered how to go about explaining to this innocent girl, our mutual reaction spurred on by sexual magnetism.

I had no qualms or dissent about entering into a sexual relationship with Di. Biologically we were not related. I loved her totally without reservations, but not romantically at this time.

Mama and Daddy, without blatantly expressing, inferred as much, giving their blessing. As further indication, Mama told me she had gotten Di on birth control pills.

They considered this another aspect of taking care of her.

I had been waiting on Mama to talk to Di once she began experiencing sexual emotions. She would have explained Di's feelings and prepared her. That had not happened.

Now it was up to me entirely. I had to make sure that she ready and wanted a sexual relationship. If I ever did anything to hurt or harm her it would be unconscionable and very damaging to her, me and our relationship, romantic or otherwise. She trusted me explicitly and loved me unconditionally.

As such I had to be very careful how and when I proceeded. I wanted her to make the first move and to continue to enable. From last night that may be approaching sooner than I thought.

I left her as she was and went for coffee. I sat on the patio in the dewy, morning air and bright sunlight. Excited about the project thought I had last night, I couldn't wait to get into the lab and see where it would lead.

I retraced the equations and designs I had come up with last night lying in bed searching for anything I may have overlooked which would derail or lead to a dead end. Without the benefits of hands on, I could find nothing.

I was still deep in thought, on my second cup of coffee, when Di walked out wearing one of my old worn t-shirts. She came over and gave me a morning kiss and sat down.

"Morning Beautiful. How is my good girl this morning?"

"Fine. Is your peepee still swollen?" She asked reaching her hand toward my lap.

I chuckled, patting her hand, and then held it.

"No Baby it is not. I know you have questions and I promise to answer them, but we don't have time this morning.

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes!"

"Good. I'm going to let you make breakfast this morning."

"Have you ever made cinnamon toast?"

"No, but I like cinnamon toast!" She excitedly answered.

"Well I'm going to show you how. Come on."

We stood and went into the kitchen.

I gave her instructions but let her do the work. She did a good job.

I wanted to start off with something simple to inspire her confidence.

Taking a bite of the toast, I complimented her, "Hum! Very good!"

Giggling she took a bite and swallowed, nodded and declared, "I like cooking!"

"Great, because you are going to be our Chef. Chef Di! What do you think about that?"

"Oh Yes!"

"If you want we will be doing a lot of new things that I am going to show you."

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That'll be fun."

We finished breakfast and was putting the dishes in the dishwasher when I reminded, "Remember I am going to leave for a while this morning. You can go to if you want."

"No!" she said her eyes getting large.

"Don't be alarmed, you don't have to Sugar. I just wanted to let you know you could. You stay in your bedroom or the safe room while I am gone. I won't be long."

She quietened and nodded.

"Chef Di what do you want for supper tonight?"

She thought for a moment and stated, "Spaghetti."

"Ok, then we need get some hamburger from the freezer and lay it out to thaw. Can you do that?"

She nodded and went to the freezer and found a packet of ground beef wrapped in the clear wrap.

She presented it for my inspection. When I nodded, she laid it in the sink.

"Good girl. Remember Sugar, we have to plan ahead."

"Plan ahead. OK Hay."

"Yes Baby and I will always be here if you need my help. Now I need to get dressed to go out."

I went to my room and she followed, watching intently as I start to change into a dress shirt and pants, stripping off the shorts and polo shirt.

"Your peepee is back to normal," she observed.

"Yes Beautiful."

Lifting the t-shirt she wearing above her waist she rubbed her pussy, presenting her hand to me.

She said, "Mine isn't. See, it's wet and I'm feeling strange again. Why?"

Taking her hand I kiss her fingers and say, "Don't worry Sugar. You're fine. It is natural. I will explain when we have our talk. OK?"

"OK Hay, but I'm getting wetter and peepee and my boobies are tingling," She stated, concerned, pulling the shirt higher to show her breasts.

Her areolas were crinkled and nipples protruded a half inch. I cupped her tittie and ran my finger over nipple. She moaned and I pulled down her t-shirt.

"It is OK Sweetie. What you are feeling is natural. Look at my peepee now, "I told her, pointing at my cock coming to attention, "It becomes swollen when I see your peepee and boobies and you become wet and tingly when you see my peepee. It is the normal and natural attraction between a man and a woman."

"I caused it? Does it hurt?"

"Yes Baby and no, it does not hurt. Does your wetness and tingling hurt?"

"Feels good."

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her longer and harder than usual.

I released her and said, "We will talk more when I get back, but now I must get going or I'm going to be late and this is an important meeting for us."

Catching her breath she smiled and happily nodded.

I finished dressing and walked to the garage with Di following.

I told her, "You may go to the pool if you want. I won't be long. I love you."

Di knew she could go in the safe room when she was alone or if there were workers on the estate.

Wrapping her arms around me she kissed me with the vigor that we had earlier.

Releasing me she stepped back and said, "I love you."

"I love you Sugar. See you soon."

Raising the garage door with the remote I backed the truck out, then closed it. I drove to the gate, clicking a button on my keyfob and the gate slide open. On the other side, with a click of a different button on the keyfob, the gate closed.

I headed to the law offices of Ringold and Hubert.