Seven Days at Maplewood Lane

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Previously: After making love for the first time, Teagan, young and drunk on lust and grief, impulsively asked Elijah if he'd marry her. He quickly shut her down, and after a good cry and a brief discussion on the prospects of an afterlife, the two enjoyed the rest of the day with food and a movie, during which they enjoyed the carnal pleasures of each other's bodies.

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"C'mon, you gotta keep up old man!"

Teagan spun around to face him, taunting him with a slight sway of her hips while running backwards, never missing a step or slowing down. Her legs moved gracefully, measured and practiced, and she was sweating in that low-key attractive way all people with hard bodies did.

"I'm doing my best," spat back Elijah between heavy breaths. He waved a dramatic hand in her direction that saiddon't worry about me,and with a shrug and a turn she didn't.

Watching Teagan sprint ahead made Elijah truly feel his age. He wasn't even that old, but in that moment he swore he could feel his bones scraping against each other.Damn you girl,he cursed to himself.And damn this body. If I was her age again...

The strain in his legs and chest made the thought fade as quick as it came. His brain was on overdrive, focused on moving him as hard and fast as it could, huffing and puffing forward, low on fumes. Occasionally he felt a sharpness in his lungs and he stopped to cough, while Teagan only stopped once, and that was just to tie a shoe.

Elijah looked up through the slight sting of sweat in his eyes to the sky above, as he already had many times. It was all dark, the sun blotted out by great grey blue clouds. The air was ripe with the scent of petrichor, earthy and rich, and the occasional thunderclap could be heard grumbling low and long in the distance, all warnings that a storm was fast approaching. Yet still they ran.

Damn you girl.

Teagan had woken him up far too early for his liking, insisting he join her for a morning jog, and in his delirium he agreed. If only he had known a "jog" for her meant a marathon, he would have stayed in bed. Instead he found himself sleepily combing through Mike's closet again, to find a plain white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue gym shorts to run around the neighborhood in.

He found her already dressed and waiting for him downstairs, and one look at her in her light purple sports bra and leggings and he was happy to be awake, no matter the hour.

"That's what you're running in?" Teagan asked with a look of disappointment.

Elijah looked down at himself. "What's wrong with it?"

"Nothing, I was just hoping you'd wear something that'd show off those nice arms of yours a little. I swear my dad has a few tank tops that would fit you nicely."

"Fine, I'll go change--'

"Don't bother," she said, "we should go now so we beat the rain."

I don't think we will,he thought, still running, still staring at the inky clouds holding him hostage.

The impromptu morning run, the bleak weather, the fire burning in his chest, it had all soured his mood, and he had to constantly remind himself why he was here. He shifted his gaze back to the ground, giving a quick sweep of the surrounding houses and trees before looking ahead, to the only thing that kept him moving.

At least I get a show to ease my suffering.Truth be told he didn't mind being slow; it meant he had the pleasure of watching Teagan's ass jiggle with each step she took. Her leggings were as tight as her, bringing extra attention to every minor curvature of her lower body, and he followed them all. Her bare back looked extra pale under the sunless light, and with every sway of her arms he saw muscle shift beneath the skin.

It all reminded Elijah that Teagan wasn't born with the kind of body that made men foolish. Yes, she was naturally beautiful, but for the rest she had worked hard, treating her body like a canvas, and right now she was painting, putting the finer touches to a work of art that she had decided to gift to him. It was a privilege watching her labor, he realized, and decided then that it was worth this temporary suffering.

"Just one more lap," she called back cheerily to him over her shoulder, along with a thumbs up.

Elijah replied with a thumbs up of his own, panting and stumbling forward as he did, not caring whether she saw it or not.

The gloomy day hadn't seemed to affect Teagan's mood, which had surprised him. In fact, she seemed to be in particularly high spirits, as high as before her parents died. He liked to think it had much to do with him, and the love they'd shared. The girl had said as much, but still he doubted. Between the dwindling guilt he felt for deflowering his dead best friends' only daughter (which paradoxically made him feel more guilty), and the age gap that loomed large between them, no matter how much she assured him, he still wondered if he was worthy of her. Especially in moments like this.

Elijah felt a wetness splatter on his cheek, then another, and another, and before he could process what was happening the rain was falling, hard and heavy.

"Shit!" he heard Teagan scream, barely audible over the chatter of fat raindrops hitting the ground. In mere minutes the roads and sidewalk of the neighborhood had become idle rivers. No longer caring who was faster than who or how many laps were left, they both ran as fast as they could, every urgent footstep sending up a geyser of water to splash around their ankles. Their frenzied trek back to Maplewood wasn't long, but it didn't matter; by the time they were rushing inside, both were completely drenched.

"Jesus christ, that came out of nowhere!" Teagan stood still by the door with her arms out, letting water drip off her fingertips and on to the welcome mat below their feet. Her light purple sports bra and leggings were drenched dark, and her hair was matted to her head.

Elijah tore his soggy white shirt off and threw it on the floor. "Take off your clothes, I'll get us some towels to dry off."

She smiled as she began pulling her sports bra over her head. "That eager to get me naked again huh?"

He merely smiled back at her as he striped, removing his gym shorts and boxers all at once. "Be right back."

Elijah hurried naked up the stairs to the linen closet, taking long wide strides in an effort to drip as little water on the floor as possible. He grabbed two bath towels and returned just as quickly to find Teagan waiting, also naked, shivering and hugging herself.

"Here." He unfolded the towel and secured it tight over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she replied as she began patting her face.

Elijah whipped his own towel open and began running it over his arms and chest. The rain outside was relentless, hammering the roof above them with such force they had to raise their voices to hear one another.

"Sorry about this," said Teagan. "I thought for sure we'd beat it."

"It's not your fault Teags. And a little water never hurt anyone."

"I really appreciate you running with me. I know you didn't want to, but it was nice having a partner for once. Evenifyou couldn't catch me."

Elijah laughed. "I'd say try me at my prime and we'd see, but you'd probably still beat me. You're too small and quick."

"You'd beat me in other ways," she said coyly. "In all seriousness, you did great. Youdidit, which is the important thing. And if you keep running, you'll get better. I hope you do, because I want you to live as long as possible."

He thought back to the sight of her butt jiggling in front of him. "So long as you're in front, I'll run."

Teagan smiled. "Promise?"

"Promise."

"Thank you. I'd love that."

The young woman looked exceptionally small tucked within her towel. As far as he knew it was normal sized, but still she looked almost like a child hiding under its massive cloak. Suddenly an urge to protect and comfort her took hold, compelling Elijah to drop his towel and take hers from her without asking. He wrapped it around her head and began working it through her short hair with careful hands, ringing all the water out, strand by strand.

"You don't have to do that," she said meekly.

"I want to."

"Okay..."

Massaging Teagan's scalp reminded Elijah of when he used to give Teagan a bath. It wasn't often, only when Mike and Lindsay were at their wits end and desperate enough to ask for some reprieve, and like so many of their requests early on he did it with much trepidation. But little Teagan melted all his anxieties away. To her there was nothing weird about her Uncle Eli giving her a bath. She would smile and flap her arms as he washed her back and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, giggling and making little splashes that sometimes splashed his face and made him giggle back against his will. She trusted him, and he loved her for it.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Just thinking about how some things never change." He removed the towel, revealing mostly dried and slightly tangled brown locks. One fell across her forehead, and he parted it back.

"Some things do."

Elijah felt soft cool fingers work their way under his towel and up his thigh. "What do you think you're doing?" He draped the towel across her back and shimmied it up and across her shoulders, picking up any water droplets in its path.

"What I want." She gripped his manhood and squeezed, giggling and biting her lip as she held it in her grasp. The cold rain had left it withered and small, but her touch instantly engorged it with life.

"Like I said, some things never change." He pulled her in closer using the towel, close enough for her nipples to sit against his lower chest. They tickled his skin and surged more blood to his cock, warming the girl's palm.

"And likeIsaid, some things do." She pressed it hard up against his abdomen and started stroking, growing him larger and longer with measured movements up and down, stirring a moan and a shiver out of him that made her giggle more. "You like that Uncle?" She planted a few light kisses across his upper chest. His chest hair was still damp from the rain, but she didn't care. "You like it when your little Teagan strokes and touches your big thick cock?"

"I do." He dropped the towel behind her and spidered both his hands up her damp back, the moan she let out then was enough that he feared he might come right then. One hand held her close around her skinny thigh, while the other cupped her face and grazed her cheek and brought her lips up to his. Teagan had to stand on her toes to reach him, and even still Elijah had to look down to kiss her.She's so small,he thought as he sucked her lips and slipped his tongue in her mouth.She's so small and I love it.

Teagan stopped stroking him and dropped down to her knees, glancing up at her uncle just once with a fevered sparkle in her eyes before taking him in her mouth. "Mmm," she hummed as she glided it up and down him. Her mouth was as small as the rest of her, so small she couldn't fit all of him in, but she tried. Elijah felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, felt her heave and gag. She stopped a moment, breathing heavy through her nose as she gathered strength, all while pools of drool escaped her lips, to hang thick and heavy from her mouth. With a pet of her hair he told her to only go as far as she wanted, but as always the girl couldn't wouldn't take no for an answer, and she plunged herself deeper.

"Oh baby...fuck...that feels amazing."

Elijah gathered as much of her short hair in his fist as he could and pulled, twisting his fingers within to hold on and guide her all at once.

"Mmm..." she hummed again in approval. One of her hands reached up to tangle itself in a tuff of his chest hair, while the other gripped his left ass cheek, holding him in place while she worked him.

"You suck cock so good baby girl," roared Elijah. "My little Teagan knows how to please her Uncle, don't you."

"Mhmmm..."

In that moment her admission made him a monster, and the monster yanked the young woman up by her hair and plunged her down, as far as he could, thrusting his cock down her throat without warning, holding her there, testing her limits. She whimpered and beat a fist against his chest and dug her nails in his thigh, but still she never pulled away, and when finally the monster set her free she came up gasping for air and dripping with drool and leaking tears from her eyes.

"You okay?" asked Elijah. He slowed his breathing, attempting to regain some control and delay the impending release he felt was coming.

"Yeah," said Teagan, panting. She wiped a strand of drool off her chin with her hand, brought it to his cock, and starting stroking. "Areyouokay? You look distressed Uncle..."

"Yeah..." he started, but the girl's hand stopped all thoughts dead in their tracks. "I'm..."

Teagan giggled, and started pumping him harder with both hands, so small her fingers could wrap around him without touching her thumbs. "Mmm, such a big cock you have Uncle. You want to come in your little Teagan's mouth with your big cock?"

"Yes," he sputtered. He looked down, watching her, his little Teagan, the girl he helped raise and loved like a daughter, working him with wide eyes and an even wider mouth, her tongue sticking out, long and pink and wet andwanting, so much wanting. It was too much, and he exploded without warning.

"FUCK!" Elijah dug his fingers within her scalp as he came, holding her in place with all his might as he moaned and shook and squirmed. The girl eagerly caught every burst of seed in her mouth. Some landed in the back of her throat; most pooled on her tongue, and when he was finished she curled it back and smiled. He watched in awe, her skinny white throat rising and falling as she swallowed, long and slow.

"Mmm, you tastesoyummy."

Elijah doubted that, but Teagan's face told no lies. She licked her lips and gave his cock one last gentle squeeze, from base to tip, to ream a last morsel out of him that she ate with a light kiss on the tip.

God I love you, thought Elijah. He held his hand out and rose her up to him and kissed her gently, then hard, all while the wet world outside continued crashing down above them.I love you, I love you, I love you...

And I love you,she told him with her lips. Her hands rested tight on the nape of his neck, fingers twisting and slithering manic like within his wet silver-brown curls, holding him in place as she devoured him. She fluttered her tongue against his, urging him to dance along and taste himself on her, and he did. They tasted sweet together.

"Well, we're rained in for the day," Teagan said when they'd finally parted and she was patting away what little water remained on her. "What do you suppose we do for the rest of it?"

"More of this." Elijah slid his hand up her thigh, causing her to squeal.

"Stop." She threw his hand aside, looking slightly annoyed as she continued drying herself. "I mean in between, doofus."

"Well, first we ought to take a shower, to wash away this dirty rain."

"Fine." She threw her towel at him, heavy with water, slapping him in the face. "Race you to the top!"

She bounded past him, quick, but not quick enough. Elijah caught her by the wrist and pull her back, using his strength to easily toss her aside long enough to give him a head start. "Not so fast little lady!"

"Hey, not fair!" he heard Teagan shout, before the girl's entire body came crashing down on top of him. She clung to his back, arms wrapped around his neck, howling like the mad little monkey girl he remembered. "I got you! Ride forth my steed!" She pointed a finger upward to the stairs. "Onward!"

"Do I look like a horse to you?"

"Yep." She planted a light kiss on his cheek. "I mean, I have been riding you like one, haven't I? Now onward steed!" She lightly kicked her heels into his sides. "Yeehah!"

Can't argue with that,thought Elijah. He seized her legs, making sure she was secure before walking up the stairs, fast enough to satisfy her but slow enough not to risk falling and killing them both.

When they reached the top he tried bucking her off, but the girl only kept laughing and tightened her grip. "You'll never get me off!" she challenged.

"We'll see about that!" Elijah jerked his body to the left, then to the right, then the left again, with all his weight and might to slip Teagan off his back. She squealed, and as she fell forward he caught her and brought her back up to him.

"Gotcha," said Elijah. He nuzzled her nose with his affectionately and kissed it.

"You do." Teagan rested her chin on his right shoulder. "You always have," she whispered in his ear.

Elijah felt her tremble and heard her whimper, just before something warm and familiar splashed against his skin.

"Let it out baby girl." He stroked her hair and held her tight to him. "Just let it out. I'm here..."

Elijah held Teagan while she quietly wept, her tears leaving trails of sudden grief down his back, to mix with the cool drops of rain still clinging to it.

She was still holding onto him when he went to set her down in the shower, so tightly he had to pry her arms away. Elijah made sure to grab two fresh towels for them before stepping in behind her and sliding the curtain closed. He reached over her and turned the shower on, noting again how small she looked beneath him.Grief makes her smaller, he realized,and that smallness makes me want her more.He brought her eyes to his with a single finger under her chin, just as cold water hit them, causing her to yelp and flinch up into his lips.

They kissed, long, their mouths never leaving one another while the water grew hot around them.I love her sorrow,Elijah further realized, filling him with a fresh new shame, one quickly extinguished when he felt her approving hand on him.

"Turn around," he commanded when she'd brought him to full hardness. It didn't take long.

The girl hadn't uttered a word since she cried, and that only made him want her even more. He rested his hands on her ass, so small, cupping and massaging her pale cheeks, already rosy red from the steaming water that rippled and flowed down and over his fingers. He spread them wide and teased her, rolling his girth over her hills and valleys, kneading his tip across her pussy lips, all before slipping inside, as easy as ever, and only when he'd forced himself in as far as he could did she finally speak.

"Yes..." was all she said, barely audible over the running water.

Elijah braced her against the shower wall, holding her in place with both hands over both breasts. He ran his fingers over her nipples, flicking them like light switches, on, off, on, off, feeling them stiffen. Teagan reached a hand up and cradled his neck, holding on and urging him to take her further.

"Mmm...oh...mmm..." Her moans were barely whispers, her body remaining motionless as Elijah claimed her, deeper and deeper with each unhurried thrust. Teagan's tightness ribbed him up and down, aided by endless wetness, inside and out. He leaned down into her ear as close as he could, ensuring she could hear him. "My little Teagan," he growled, and her body told him that was exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Mmm...oh...mmm..." The girl continued, a perfectly rhythmed song, alternating between low and sharp notes.

"My little Teagan," he said again.

"My...my big Uncle Eli," she cried out.

Her utterance lit a fire in him, and suddenly Elijah was pounding into Teagan, chasing his orgasm with such force that her screams of pleasure could be mistaken for screams of pain. She aligned her forearms parallel with the shower wall and leaned back, granting her uncle maximum depth, letting him take and take and take, until she started crying again, only this time Elijah didn't care.