Heather

'Damn rocks, how do you seem to find your way into my garden every week.'

I cleaned up my garden some more and took and stood up looking around. I retired from a lifestyle that not many people would even think of a Navy Sniper member of a great Seal Team. I walked to my porch and poured myself a glass of Iced Tea. I relaxed in my rocker and just enjoyed my life on this farm. Well, it was a farm. Now I just grow fruits and vegetables. I give vegetables and fruits to farmers around me then start all over. Pretty boring but enjoyable life.

I was married, but she couldn't deal with the life we were living. I was gone too much, and I missed most of our marriage. I have no idea where she is, and I haven't tried to find her. Every day comes and goes as the day before, I sleep, and I wake. Today I dressed nicely and went to the city, I stopped for lunch and then went shopping. I headed home just relaxing as I drove. When I got home, I undressed and took a shower. Then I sat on the bed and watched a porno so I could relieve myself. I haven't been with a woman in years.

I cleaned up and rolled into bed and slept. I was woken by a terrible thud at my front door. I ran down and looked out not seeing anything, I opened the door and there is a woman out cold. I moved her hair, and her face was black and blue. I was an hour from the city, so I rushed her into the house and to my bed, I undressed her to her underwear. Then I washed her. Someone tried to kill her. She may have broken ribs, so I wrapped her knowing it was just to keep her from hurting herself. I braved and looked at her vagina, it didn't look like she was raped, she was perfect, like never touched perfect. She was breathing slowly, so I lifted her head and placed a t-shirt on her then removed her bra. Then her underwear.

I covered her and took her clothing to the laundry and put them in the washer. I prepared some soup and a sandwich. Put them in the refrigerator and waited for her to wake up.

The following morning, I was in a chair laying my head on the bed. She looked and screamed.

"Don't scream, you have broken ribs."

"Who are you and where am I?"

"My name is Webster Martin. I go by Web. You're in Arizona, in the middle of a desert. You were beaten hard and somehow found your way to my door. I made you soup and sandwich if you are hungry."

"Hi Web, I'm Heather. I need to pee."

"The bathroom is to your right; can you get up?"

"I don't know if I can trust you?"

"If I was going to hurt you, you wouldn't be talking to me."

"Good point."

"Here, one foot first, then I will help you up."

"Where are my clothes?"

"In the washer, they were covered in blood."

"You saw me naked?"

"Not really, I put the t-shirt over you then removed your bra, then I removed your panties, I looked to see if you were raped, it didn't look like you were."

"I hope not I'm still a virgin."

She went to stand and cried in pain. I helped her up and carried her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. Then I left to give her privacy. She called and I knocked.

"This is very embarrassing, I need help here."

I cleaned her and then carried her to bed. I went to get the soup warmed up and brought it to her. I set it on the bed table, and she sat up with help. She tried the soup and smiled.

"Chicken soup is my favorite and roast beef sandwich, how did you know?"

"It's just about the only thing I enjoy. So, what happened to you?"

"I was married to this man; I found out he was involved with drugs. I went to the police and asked for help because he became violent and beat me often. We never had sex; I had no idea why. Then I found out he was going to sell me to be a sex slave. I wasn't the first woman he got married to then sold them. I tried to get away to find my father. But my husband found me and beat me as you see."

"Where is your dad?"

"I think he's in California."

"You're a little off in your search."

"I'm not sure how I ended up here."

"Is there anyone I can call for you?"

"My mom in Houston, I have no brothers or sisters, there is an uncle, but I don't know him."

"Any idea of his name or location?"

"No idea, mom only mentioned her brother once. Said he was a tall handsome man in the Navy; he was a seal."

"I was a seal maybe I can help you find him. What was your moms name?"

"Misty Abrams."

I stood and looked down at her. "Does Misty live in Houston?"

"Yes."

I took her bowl and plate and put it on the dresser.

"My sister's name was Misty."

"You're my uncle"

"I'll make some calls and find out. You should rest."

She curled up into my bed and closed her eyes. She was a beautiful woman, long black hair, brown eyes, nice breasts and a gorgeous vagina. Her legs were long but bruised. I made a couple of calls.

"Web, she is the daughter of your sister. She isn't alive Web, she was murdered."

"What?"

"It is believed she was involved with drug dealers, they got into a fight, and she was killed."

"John, I think she was killed because they are looking for her daughter."

"She's in a safe place then, I can't even get to you."

"John, she got to my door, and I didn't know she was on my property."

"I'll look into her background, be careful."

"Thanks John."

I walked to my room, and she was asleep, she had removed the covers and moved to her side. Her ass was pointing out and I could see her pussy and ass. Wow she was beautiful, but also my niece. I covered her again and went to walk out.

"Thank you for covering me, Web."

"My pleasure, how are you feeling?"

She turned to her back and looked at me. "My ribs are hurting me."

"I wrapped them, you should be okay in a week or two."

"Did you learn anything about my mom?"

"Yes, but it isn't good news."

"Why isn't it?"

"She was murdered two days ago."

Heather went quiet until tears rolled down her cheeks.

"He did it, he killed my mother."

"Who?"

"My husband Tim."

"I'm sorry about your mom, she was my sister."

"You're my uncle?"

"Looks like it, your dad, he passed away years ago."

"Just great, I'm naked in a man's bed who happens to be my uncle."

"At least you know you're safe."

"I hope so, I need the bathroom again."

I took her in and returned her to bed. This went on for three weeks, I guess she was hurt more than I thought.

One day Heather was standing next to the bed, I was bringing her lunch.

"Heather what are you doing?"

"I need to move; I have been laying around like a blanket since I got here. Time to earn my keep."

"Heather are your ribs still black and blue?"

"You tell me." She dropped her sheet, and I turned away.

"Uncle, I'm wearing pants and my shirt, plus you have seen my vagina how many times now?"

"Only because I had to. Let me see those ribs."

I touched her ribs, the bruises were gone, then I looked at her thighs.

"They look great Heather."

"Thank you, uncle, I try to stay in shape." She smiled.

"I meant they aren't bruised any longer. And they look great."

She kissed my cheek. "Thank you, now help me walk."

We walked to the kitchen, and she had to sit down, I poured her some tea and sat with her.

"Uncle Web."

"Call me Web."

"No, Uncle Web. Can we go shopping for clothes, I have money in my bank account."

"You think you can handle an hour drive?"

"I'll try. I'm kind of tired of wearing the same underwear."

"I can understand, I'm tired of washing them."

She laughed and I helped her to my truck. She got in and I drove to the city.

"Maybe we should get you checked out at the ER, make sure you're healing fine."

"You have been a great nurse Uncle Web."

"Thanks, but let's be sure."

We drove to the city, and I helped her out of my truck and into the ER. She was taken to a room and checked out, they did x-rays and reported she was fine. Then I took her to Macy's where she found out her account was frozen. I knew they probably knew where she was now.

"Heather, I have money lets hurry before anyone see's you."

"Uncle Web, am I in real danger?"

"I can only guess. Pick out anything you want; money is no issue."

"Shouldn't have said that I'm going to buy out the store."

Heather was taken away and I went to a coffee shop. I got a text that she was done. I returned and was told they would bring everything to my truck. Heather smiled as six women brought out at least four bags each. I looked at Heather who smiled.

"I told you."

"Get in the truck."

"Um, help please?"

"Of course." We stopped to get some burgers and headed home.

"Uncle Web, would you tech me how to drive?"

"Wait how old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Bull shit."

"Twenty-two. I swear."

"We need to get you an ID." I called John and he laughed, she's twenty-two. I'll get her a new Identity."

"Thanks again John."

"Okay let's head home."

"Uncle John, thank you."

"I'm happy to see you on your feet, now we can decide what to do with you."

"What to do with me, I'll live with you, until find something I like."

"Then you have to move to the den, I'll make it up for you."

"I like your bed."

"Yes, my bed."

"It has been a nice bed, thank you."

"Enjoy it while I clean up the den and make sure it is good for you."

"Uncle, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Extremely."

She smiled and looked out the window.

"You're my only family now Uncle Web."

"Yes, and I'm happy you're here." I saw her smiling then I remembered she made it to my door without me knowing.

"Heather, how did you avoid my warning systems?"

"I have no idea, I remember Tim pushing me, then I woke to you sleeping in the chair."

"Okay get some sleep, I'll fix up the den."

Over the next few weeks, I cleaned out the Den, painted it, recarpeted it and brought in new furniture, and remodeled the bathroom. The new room was ready. I walked to my room and took out all my clothes and moved them to the den. Heather watched confused.

"Uncle what are you doing?"

"My niece needs her own room, now you have it."

"But this is yours?"

"You need all this space more than I do."

"Uncle Web, I've been here six months now, thank you for everything."

"My pleasure Heather. Now get ready we're going to the city for dinner."

"Charley's?"

"Sounds good, see you downstairs."

"I walked to the kitchen and smiled. Heather looks so much like her mom, I'm surprised I didn't see it sooner. I have to get her work or something, she needs to find a man that will be good to her.

My phone rang. "Web, I found Tim, he is in jail from selling drugs but could be out by morning. He knows where Heather is. Want me to end him?"

"No, let him come John. I'll love to make him feel what he did to her."

"Okay, I'll let you know more as things change."

John and I were in the Navy together, he was my spotter most of my career. We became great friends, and he started a business that employed Seals. They investigate and protect people. While I just hide out on my farm. I know him and he will be close by if Tim has the nerve to show up here.

"Uncle you're deep in thought, everything okay?"

"Yes, just forgot what it's like to wait on a woman."

"Oh hush, I wasn't that long."

"Heather with all the bruises gone and being up on your feet you are a beautiful woman."

"Thank you, Uncle Web, I feel brand new."

"Shall we then?"

She took my arm, and we walked to my truck, and drove the hour to the city, she talked the hold time about life before Tim. She was very happy with her mom. My sister was a good woman as far as I could remember. Tim is in for a very long and painful day if he shows up near her.

"Uncle may I drive?"

"Why didn't I think of that, sure hold on."

I pulled over and I walked around, she slid over and waited for my directions. I explained how shifting worked and how to respond to my truck, she soaked it all in.

"It's up to you Heather, start when you're ready."

I tried not to laugh as she got started, we bucked and shook, her tongue poked out from her lips, so determined I had to smile. Then I noticed her skirt had risen enough to see her panties, I reached over and pulled it back down. She laughed and we were on our way.

"This is awesome, I'm driving."

"You're doing very well, now keep your eyes on the road, we don't get much traffic, but you never know if a deer, or other wild animals would be in the street."

"I'll keep my eyes open and stop looking at my thighs." She smiled and I laughed.

"You have nice thighs now keep focused."

She was fun to watch as she drove, her hair blowing from the wind from her open window, she would look over and smile.

"You're staring at me."

"You remind me of your mom; she was a looker also."

"Why didn't you keep in touch with her?"

"She didn't like the life I lived; she hated the idea I killed people for a living."

"Did you enjoy killing people?"

"No, but I found that doing so made life better for people, so I kept doing it. These people killed thousands and hurt people daily, so it didn't bother me when I heard what they did."

"Did you ever kill someone not deserving it?"

"I guess I'll find out one day when I face God. But as far as I know I never have."

"Mom did love you, even though she never really talked about you."

"I loved her. Your dad was a good man also."

"Uncle was mom a good woman?"

"As far as I know she was."

"Before dad died, he said mom enjoyed sex with other men."

"Why would he say that to you?"

"I never found out."

"I don't know Heather."

"Uncle, why aren't you married?"

"I was, she left me because of what I did in the Navy. I just work on my garden."

"No other women?"

"There have been a few."

"What about sex?"

I laughed, "You want to know if I still have sex?"

"Yes."

"I have a few times. Let me ask you, how can a twenty-two year old still be a virgin?"

"I just never liked anyone enough until I met Tim, but after we married, he locked me up and told me I would love it when I am sold and raped by some rich slime."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"I wasn't the only one there, I could hear others crying. When I escaped, I freed seven other women. I wish I knew where they were."

"Me too."

"Ready to drive in the city?"

"Uncle no, I can't park or shift well enough."

"Go ahead and pull over, you did very good."

I walked around and she slid over, but only to the center. Her legs are around my shift.

"Heather you're kind of in the way."

"Just be careful, I want to hold you."

I drove into the city and each time I shifted I could feel the heat from her pussy, she would watch my hand get close and she would giggle. She would then look up at me smiling.

I pulled into Charley's, and she held me close as we entered. She got plenty of attention and she was very beautiful. I saw a guy looking at her and he was on his phone. I kept my eyes on him.

We ordered the salmon and enjoyed some pops with it. Then we ordered their cheesecake. One slice was enough for both of us. When we were finished, I asked if she wanted to walk around. She said yes so, we walked, and I pointed out places and then she saw the movie theater.

"Can we see what is playing?"

"I haven't seen a movie in years." We ran up to the screen to see what was playing, she looked at one movie and giggled. We bought tickets and popcorn.

"Heather we just ate, and you can eat more?"

"Uncle, you can't watch a movie without popcorn and a coke."

"I guess." We found our seats and the movie started after twenty minutes of shit.

She was leaning into me and her hand was on my thigh, the movie was about a woman going on a vacation and ending up being hunted by four men, there were a couple nude scenes and Heather laughed because I was uncomfortable, I also had a erection, the woman had great tits and a nice bush.

Heather moved her hand to my erection and rubbed it. I froze watching her. But she didn't seem phased. She just kept rubbing. Then the movie ended, and we picked up and walked to the truck. I drove and she sat next to me, her hand on my thigh again, I still had an erection.

"What does it feel like to get hard Uncle?"

"Painful."

"I get pain in my clit when I see nudity in a movie, I have to rub it to cum, then I feel better. Do you masturbate?"

"That's a little personal don't you think?"

"Uncle, you have seen my vagina, you have tapped it clean and wiped my ass. We have been personal."

"Sex is different."

"Have you every wondered what I look like completely naked?"

"I would be lying if I said no."

"I have dreamed of seeing you naked also. You have a long penis."

"This will be an interesting hour home."

"I'm sorry I'm just curious and I trust you. You have been so honest with me."

"I have no reason not to be."

"Then tell me, do you think of me when you beat off?"

"You have seen me?"

"No, but I can hear you."

"I'll be quieter."

"I don't mind; I beat off at the same time when I hear you."

"You beat off?"

"Well, I rub my clit. I cum hard I even get very wet."

"We need to find you a man."

"I found one."

"I'm your uncle, you need a husband."

"I had one, no thanks." She rubbed my thigh, then moved up.

"You're still hard."

"You're rubbing my leg."

"Uncle can I see your penis?"

"Not a good idea Heather."

As if she was deaf, she reached for my zipper and slid it down, then she reached in and found my cock. She pulled it out and looked at me.

"Uncle, it's a lot bigger than Tims."

"I thought he hasn't had sex with you?"

"He made me take his penis into my mouth, he made me take it into my throat, he hurt me and then came in my throat. He did this with the other women also."

She was moving her hand up and around my cock, it is nine inches long and a few inches around. She giggled when her fingers didn't reach around me. Then she looked up at me and bent down and took my cock into her mouth.

"Wendy, please don't. I don't want you to think I'm Tim."

"Uncle, Tim wishes he looked this good." She licked the precum from my cock, then licked me from my nuts to the precum again. She took her time, enjoying me.

"How long before we get home?"

"Thirty minutes."

"Good." She smiled then moved back to my mushroom, she sucked it into her mouth, and I wanted to cum. But this wasn't about me, it was about her right now, so I controlled myself as she took a large chunk of my cock into her throat. She would pull me out and look at my face. She would do it again and again, I couldn't take it any longer.

"Heather, I'm going to cum."

"Good." I came and she moaned as she rubbed her clit. She pulled down her skirt and panties, her wonderful black bush was wet, her clit was hard. She rubbed it hard then stopped and moved my hand to her.

"Rub Uncle."

I couldn't but did, she was so wet. She held my cock as I rubbed her little bulb. She arched after a few minutes and cried out as her body shook. I watched as my seat got wet. She smiled at me as she lifted fingers to my mouth.

"Oh, that tastes good." She licked her finger also, then moved her body to the shifter, she rubbed her clit on it. I could see so much of her. Her nads went inside her shirt, and she played with her tits, then she came again, this time I watched fluid pour out from her.

"Sorry uncle, I sometimes get very wet, and it pours out of me."

I moved my hand to her; I scooped some of the thick juice and tasted it again. Heather smiled as she started to beat my cock again. Just minutes after she started I came, and she laughed as my cum shot up on my shirt. She scooped it up and ate it.

"Uncle, would you eat my vagina?"

"Heather, we have down to much already."

"Please?" Her eyes were begging; my cock grew and made her smile more mischievous."

I parked and without putting my cock away or her putting on her skirt and panties we entered the house. I sat her on the couch and spread her legs, for the first time in six months I was looking at her through sex hungry eyes. I licked her skin around her vagina, they tasted so good, I spread her virgin lips and licked her. She smiled as I took long slow lips.