'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."