Lucy Andrews was in a bind. She had been given an assignment to go to a conference up in Sacramento to try and get the state government to release some money for a project her company was working on. 

Ordinarily, she wouldn't have minded the hour and a half flight, she'd been up there before for other matters, but this trip came at a most inopportune time. Lucy's daughter Anna was coming home from college for the summer and this trip meant she wouldn't be there to greet her plane or for the first couple days of her summer break.

Since she couldn't get out of going on the trip, she had to come up with another plan. As soon as she got home that afternoon, she went across the street to her neighbor's house. 

"Hi Bill, listen I am in a little bit of a mess and I was hoping you could help me," she said as she was greeted at the door.

"Sure Lucy, Come on in and tell me about it. Want a cup of coffee or something?" he asked.

"No, but thank you. I have a lot of things I need to do. Anyway, my problem is this: Today, my boss sprang a last-minute trip to Sacramento on me. Our company is trying to get the State to release some funding for a project we are working on. 

"The girl who was supposed to go to on this trip can't because she has to fly to Atlanta for a funeral. So it falls to me to go to Sacramento! It's all a big mess, but the end result is that I will be gone for three to four days while all this is going on–you know our government never moves very fast! 

"The problem, though, lies in the fact that Christy is due to come home from college for the summer and will be arriving just after my plane leaves. Her flight is due in around 1:00 in the afternoon on Monday and I leave for Sacramento at 9:00 that morning. Hell, if we were any closer, I could wave to her as our planes passed each other!" she said.

"I see. Sure, I'll be glad to help. What do you need me to do?" he said.

"Not much really, I mean Christy is in college and pretty much takes care of things herself. I just would feel more comfortable if I had you looking out for things. You know, in case there's some kind of emergency. 

"You are pretty handy around the house and if something was to break, I would feel a lot better knowing she could come to you for help. You have been so wonderful to us since Mike passed away," Lucy said.

"Oh, sweetheart, you and Christy are the closest thing to family I have anymore. I would be happy to look after Christy and things for you. It will be good to see our little girl again!" he said.

"Thank you, Bill. I will go to the store and get the groceries and everything this weekend and then stop by with the key before I leave. I don't think Christy will need the car for anything, I'll only be gone a few days, so I will put it in the garage. But I'll leave you the key for it too, just in case," she said.

"Sounds good, Lucy. I'm sure Christy and I will be just fine for a few days. It'll give us a chance to catch up–I'm sure she will have lots of stories of college life to tell me!" he said, chuckling. 

He remembered how excited she would get at times when she was younger, and how she would race over to his house with the latest news. He would patiently sit there and listen as her words came out faster than her mouth could make them sometimes, ending up in garbled, one-word sentences.

"Yes, sometimes she would be so worked up she would forget to breathe until she flat ran out of air!" Lucy laughed. "Thank you again, Bill. But now I have to run, I have a million things to do before I leave... and only two days to get them done! Geesh!"

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That Sunday evening, Lucy went back over to Bill's house. "Here are the keys to the house and to the car. I have a spare key to lock the house up when I leave tomorrow. I'm bringing them over tonight because I didn't want to wake you up tomorrow. I will take a cab to the airport in the morning'" she said, handing him the keys. 

"Now the fridge and cupboards are full, all the dishes and laundry is done and the house is clean. So everything should be set for you and Christy. Here are her flight and arrival time. She is due in around 1:00 pm on American Airlines Flight 110."

"Okay, Lucy, have a good trip and I hope things go the way you need them in Sacramento," he said. The next morning just before he headed to the airport to pick up Christy, he went over to check out the house. 

As she had said Lucy had filled the refrigerator and cupboards with plenty of food and everything seemed to be in order. He went to the garage and the car was safely inside. He checked and it had a full tank of fuel. 

It looks like Lucy has thought of everything! he thought to himself. And after securing the garage door and giving the house door another check, he headed off in his truck to LAX to pick up Christy

Bill got to the airport and parked at the closest point he could find to the terminal building. He didn't know how many bags Christy would be bringing and didn't want to walk any further than he had to. He went inside and read on the overhead monitors that American Airlines Flight 110 would be arriving at Terminal 4, Gate 46A.

"Oh crap! Wouldn't you just know it... the gate Christy is coming in on is the furthest one away!" he said, exasperated. He began the long walk down the main corridor to get to Terminal 4 at the other end of the airport. 

He walked down the wide main corridor, slowly passing little tourist trap shops, different places to eat, and other things typically found in a major airport. He tried not to look to the other end of the airport because it still seemed to be miles away. 

As he walked he was passed from time to time by little electric golf cart looking vehicles. Some said SECURITY across the sides, and some said COURTESY SHUTTLE on them. Finally one of the courtesy shuttles came by without any passengers, and he flagged it down.

"Where do you need to get to, Sir?" the driver asked.

"Terminal 4, Gate 46A," Bill said. He climbed into the passenger seat and they headed to his gate. "Oh yeah, this beats walking hands down," Bill said as he rode along.

"Yep, I wouldn't want to have to walk this airport too awful much, that's for sure! So are you picking up someone or leaving yourself?" the driver asked.

"I'm picking someone up... a friend," he said.

"I see. Well hopefully your friend's plane will be on time," the driver said.

A couple of minutes later the driver stopped. "Okay Sir, here is your gate. When your friend arrives and you are ready to go, just flag down another one of our carts to take you wherever you need to go next!" he said. Bill paid the dollar fee and the driver left. Bill found a seat in the waiting area and waited for Christy's plane to arrive.

It was about a half-hour before he heard the page over the airport intercom "Attention passengers, American Airlines, Flight 110 is now arriving at gate 46A. American Airlines Flight 110 at gate 46A." 

Bill stood up as he watched the huge Boeing 747 pull slowly up to the skyway. A couple of minutes later the door opened and people began coming through into the terminal. Bill waited and watched as the passenger filed through the doorway, some hugging and shaking hands with those there to meet them, others just headed off to baggage claim alone. 

Then Bill spotted someone. The young woman was facing away from him at first, but the long golden blonde hair was familiar although the woman herself was much taller than he remembered. Suddenly, she turned towards him searching for someone and he knew instantly it was Christy.

"Christy!" he called out waving a hand in the air to get her attention.

"Uncle Bill!" she said, walking quickly up to him. she threw her arms around him giving him a huge hug.

"Hi, Goldilocks! Your mother would have been here to meet your plane but she had to take a sudden trip to Sacramento for work. So she asked me to meet your plane," he said.

"Goldilocks! You remembered the name you used to call me when I was little!" she said, looking up at him with a big smile, "Yeah, Mom called me Saturday and told me she had to fly up to the capital. She said you would meet me here and look after things until she got back. I'm glad to see you again Uncle Bill!"

While William Henderson wasn't related to Christy in any way, he had been a fixture in her life for as far back as she could remember. She used to go over to his house and play and the two had had many a tea party over the years. 

She and Bill had grown very close and it was him as much as her mother, that got Christy through the trauma of losing her father. Bill had been there for both Christy and Lucy at that terrible time and it had been his strength and his support that had pulled them both through the dark days.

Bill, on the other hand, loved having Christy around. He himself had been divorced for many years and having Christy to spend time with had made the loneliness a lot more tolerable. It had been his suggestion years ago, before Mike's accident, that Christy call him Uncle Mike instead of Mr. Henderson. 

And he started acting more like a favorite uncle instead of the man across the street after that. He had gone to a few of her school plays and had been invited to take the place of her late father at Christy's high school graduation.

"I'm glad to see you again too honey. You've grown into a very beautiful woman... college life sure agrees with you!" he said.

"Aww, thank you, Uncle Bill. And you are as handsome as ever! It sure is good to be home again!" she said.

"Let's go get your bags and we will get out of here and head that way then," he suggested. He held out his left elbow and she smiled threading her arm though and wrapping it around his arm. 

They used to walk that way when she was younger and she smiled that he remembered that as well. They began the long trek back to the baggage claim area until a courtesy shuttle came by and they caught a ride with it.

Once they had picked up her suitcases at the baggage claim, they headed out to the truck. Bill put her in the passenger seat and put her bags in the back of the truck. Then he got behind the wheel and they turned toward home.

When they got back to the house, Bill helped her bring her suitcases into the house and took them back to her bedroom. Then he waited in the living room until she had unpacked and put away the few things she had brought with her. 

"How about ordering a pizza tonight? I'm sure you are tired from your flight and don't want to cook something!" he suggested.

"That sounds wonderful Uncle Bill! It will be just like the old days, only this time the pizza party will be real!" she laughed.

"Yeah, that imaginary pizza tastes good, but it isn't very filling; you are kinda hungry right afterward!" he laughed with her.

So they ordered a pizza and sat down together to eat it. While they waited for the pizza and all through dinner, Christy regaled Bill with tales of college life. She told him how she had a hard time at first finding her way around the big university campus; how she had set up her dorm room and about her roommate; about how her classes were and the cute professor in her English Literature class.

Although they were both having a wonderful time talking and laughing after dinner was done, it was getting to be time for Bill to leave and go back home. 

"Well honey, I guess I should go and let you relax. Don't stay up too late–you've already had a long day. I'm sure you will want to hit the sack soon. It will be nice to sleep in your old bed again won't it?" he said.

"Yeah, a little weird, but it will be nice to wake up tomorrow at home again," she said.

So Bill returned to his house and settled in back at home. A few hours he went to bed after looking out the window at the house across the street. The lights had been turned out and Bill assumed that Christy had turned in for the night.

But a few hours later, the phone rang startling him awake. "Hello? Who is this?" he asked, half asleep and still groggy.

A weak and shaky voice replied "Please... help me, Uncle Bill... I don't feel..." and to finish her sentence he heard the sound of her throwing up in the toilet. 

"I'm on my way honey!" he said, as soon as she was finished and came back to the phone. Wide awake now he jumped into his jeans and threw on a t-shirt and raced across the street to Christy. 

He knew where Lucy stashed an emergency key and retrieved it unlocking the door and throwing it shut again behind him as he ran through the house to the bathroom.

"Christy! Christy honey, what's wrong?!" he said, as he got to the bathroom doorway. He saw the poor young girl on her knees hunched over the toilet bowl. She raised her head slowly and he saw the pained expression, the sweaty face and matted hair, and her sunken, bloodshot eyes.

"I don't... feel good..." she said weakly. It seemed to Bill like it took all she had to even say that. 

Christy leaned over the bowl and threw up again. Uncle Bill held back her long blond hair and gently rubbed her back repeating, "It's okay, honey, Uncle Bill is here. I'll take care of you sweetheart."

Finally, when she finished, Christy looked up at him too sick to even care about how she looked. Uncle Bill reached over and flushed the toilet, then picked Christy up and carried her back to her bedroom, placing her on the bed. 

He went down the hall to the office and found the small trash can next to Lucy's desk. He dumped the trash into the kitchen trash, saving the bag liner. He brought the trash can back to Christy placing it next to the bed.

"What happened, honey? When did this start?" Uncle Bill asked. Christy was just about to explain when she suddenly sat up and he passed her the trash can. 

Christy retched several more times until there was nothing left to come up. She convulsed a couple of times in dry heaves until the urge to throw up passed. She fell, weak and exhausted, back on the bed. 

Uncle Bill went to the bathroom to get her a cold washrag. Lifting Christy gently, he held her up as he wiped the cool cloth all over her face and neck. When she had calmed down a little more, Uncle Bill laid her back on the pillows and set the trash can back on the floor in case it was needed again, then he went into the bathroom to get a few things to help Christy.

Bill searched through the medicine cabinet and through the drawers in the bathroom vanity until he had gathered the things he needed. Under the sink, he found a washbasin and filled it with warm water tossing in a fresh wash rag. 

He took the basin of warm water and the other things he had saved into the bedroom to care for Christy. He set the bowl down on the nightstand next to Christy. 

"You feel like you have a bit of a fever honey. I looked all over the bathroom, but the only thermometer I could find was this rectal one. I need to take your temperature... he said.

Christy was too weak and ill to argue with him. She looked up at him with a pathetic "help me" look in her eyes, grateful to have him there to take care of her.  

Bill took her lack of refusal as permission to go ahead and he sat her up for a moment, raising the hem of her oversized t-shirt up a little to get it out of the way, then he lay her back down on the bed. 

He rolled her onto her stomach very gently so as not to upset it anymore and then Christy felt her panties being pulled down.

"W-what are you doing, Uncle Bill?" she said surprised. She feebly attempted to bring her hands down to grab her panties, an almost automatic response, but he stopped her.

"It's okay sweetheart. I need to check your temperature. Just trust me hon, I will make you feel better," he said soothingly. He moved her hand away and resumed what he was doing, pulling her panties down to her knees.

Christy did trust Uncle Bill, after all, she had practically grown up with him and he was a very dear and special man in her life. She lay there letting him do whatever he needed to make her feel better.

Bill opened the jar of Vaseline he had brought from the bathroom cupboard and scooped up a generous glob with two fingers. Sitting next to her on the bed, Bill used his other hand to gently spread her ass cheeks apart and coated the girls' crinkled anus with the greasy stuff.

"Ooh! That's cold!" Christy said, startled by the Vaseline.

"Sorry honey. It will warm up in a second," Bill said. Bill rubbed the Vaseline around making sure her whole anus was well-covered. He even pushed his lubed finger into her asshole a bit to make sure the thermometer would have no trouble slipping into her. 

Christy moaned softly as he probed her asshole and her moan, coupled with the view of her cute, puffy pussy lips peeking from between her slightly parted legs, made his cock hard and he shifted on the bed.

Bill wiped his forehead of the sweat forming from the sexual tension he was feeling and tried to focus on what he was there to do. With her asshole now properly lubed, He took the thermometer and ran the end of it through the jar of Vaseline to get it coated with the slippery stuff too. 

Once he was satisfied that the bulbous end of the rectal thermometer was well-greased, he gently eased it into her tiny asshole, rubbing her back and talking softly to her. 

Once the time was up Bill pulled the thermometer out slowly and carefully and read the temperature. It was up a little higher than normal, but not too dangerously.

"Just as I thought, sweetheart; you do have a bit of a fever, but it isn't real bad," he told her.

"Uncle Bill..." she whimpered weakly.

"It's all right honey, Uncle Bill is here to take care of you," he said. He placed the thermometer on a tissue and then used another one to wipe as much of the Vaseline as he could from her bottom. He took the warm wet washrag and wrung it out as much as he could then used it to wipe her bottom some more, cleaning her as much as he could.

"Okay, now I have some medicine here that will make your tummy feel better. But because you have been throwing up so much, I can't give you anything by mouth, you would probably just throw it right back up. So this is a suppository, it goes in your backside and as it melts inside you it will calm your stomach and make whatever this is go away," he explained.  

Christy squeaked out a tiny, "okay" and lay still, trying hard to be a good patient. 

"Just relax, honey, I will use lots of lubrication and you won't even feel it. Once it starts working, you'll feel much better."

Bill then spread her ass cheeks to insert the suppository. Once again, he couldn't help but notice the fat, juicy lips of her tender young pussy and his cock twitched in his pants. Looking closely, he saw just a slight oiling along the slit where the melting Vaseline had made it shiny and appetizing. 

It was then that he noticed something else... there was no pussy hair anywhere to be seen. This had an even greater impact on him and made his cock still harder. He could only surmise that she kept herself shaved because of the incredibly skimpy bathing suits the young people wore these days. 

Trying hard to concentrate on the business at hand, Bill scooped up another, smaller amount of Vaseline and reapplied it to her spread ass. He rubbed it all over her tight, wrinkled little anus. 

He could not resist, he slipped his finger farther inside this time, loving the feel of her virgin ass stretched around his digit. Taking the suppository from the night-table, he positioned it at her opening. With a little shove, it popped right in. 

Patting her cute bottom, he announced, "All done, honey. Once that takes effect in a few minutes, you will feel all better and probably a little tired too." 

Christy, glad that it was over, quickly rolled to her back with her panties still to her knees. She was not so sick that she did not feel some embarrassment. A pretty pink blush stained her face. Bill noticed her discomfort. 

"Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. You don't have to be embarrassed. I was just trying to make you feel better sweetie," he said. 

"Thank you, Bill, for taking care of me," Christy answered softly. The use of his real name and the lack of "Uncle" in front of it did not go unnoticed. 

The medicine Bill gave Christy began to take effect and Christy started feeling better. Tired from her flight and exhausted from being sick, she soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 

Bill watched her until she was fast asleep and then got out a blanket and decided he would spend the night on the couch in case he was needed again that night.