Of all the social institutions which have had to endure chance and weather criticism, the family concept is, perhaps, the most pronounced. Subjected to the undermining forces of alcoholism, the use of drugs and marijuana, and the advent of mate-swapping, the family unit has undergone immeasurable challenge in the wake of social advancement.
THE FAMILY TURNS ON is the story of how some people adjust to the liberated moral standards within the family unit. Beset by such common problems as divorce, jealousy, age differences, and unfaithfulness, the characters in this story find an unusual solution to their dilemma. Theft method, that of incest, may well be considered unusual or shocking, but is nonetheless successful.
THE FAMILY TURNS ON -- a novel of fiction for entertainment. A reminder that what is debased and perverted for some may well be normal for others.
The Publisher
Chapter One
"It just isn't right," Josie argued. "Aunt Roslyn doesn't even know we're up here." Ronnie gave her a look of irritation. She wasn't surprised by her younger sister's protests. Just nagged.
"Don't be such a slug in the mud," she scolded, turning to the window again. Their bedroom overlooked the back yard and swimming pool. Ronnie could see her aunt talking to the young man who'd come to clean the pool. She had her hand on his shoulder now and was leaning forward slightly so that her big breasts threatened to break out of her skimpy red bikini. Roslyn was a tall, handsome woman. She'd kept her body together through the years and now though she was close to forty, she looked terrific. Her hair was somewhere between red and blond and she wore it long. When she had a couple of drinks in her Roslyn could get pretty wild. When she had a couple more she could border on the pornographic. Ronnie wondered how many she'd had this morning. The pool-cleaning boy looked a bit nervous. He kept glancing around like he expected a husband to break out of the house at any moment. This woman was really loaded and she was com ing on to him a little too hot and heavy for comfort. He had no need to worry. Evan Henderson was safely out of the way at his successful law office in Whittaker.
"I mean, Aunt Roslyn didn't invite us up here to spy on her," Josie kept on. She was pacing now. A bad sign, Ronnie remembered. Josie was the nervous type when it came to anything of a sensual nature.
"Oh come on, Josie. You won't go to hell for a little peek. All humans love to be voyeurs." Ronnie got her Nikon from the bed table and fit a telephoto lens into the camera body. Josie watched her with wide, innocent-blue eyes.
"You're not going to take a picture of her!"
"Just for my private collection. I am a photographer after all. At least that's what I want to be." Ronnie was well aware that her blond sister didn't approve of her choice of hobbies. Josie always accused her of invading other people's privacy... or worse. Ronnie aimed the Nikon at Josie just as she turned by a sunlit window. The shutter fluttered and Josie's white face reddened.
"There you go again!" she snapped.
"Oh get off it. You know you love to look at pictures of yourself." And it was true. Josie was a beauty and knew it. At eighteen her complexion was like milk. She had a smattering of freckles across her short nose but the rest of her was a creamy and delicate white. She had firm, high-riding breasts, just as white as the rest of her. Only the small nipples were tipped with pink. Pink the same color as the inner surfaces of her cunt. To Ronnie who had an olive complexion, her sister's skin was a wonder. She loved to take pictures of her with as little on as possible. Josie had a model's willowy body. But it was hard to get the shy blond to unpeel much more than her sunglasses.
Only once had Ronnie talked her into doing a semi-nude thing. And even then Josie had insisted on wearing her panties. Panties which were another source of teasing for Ronnie to draw on. Because Josie wore only pink panties trimmed with white lace. They were very delicate and feminine and each pair had her name embroidered into the sheer material. Ronnie had caught her without them only once. She'd surprised Josie while she'd been drying after a hot tub. The Nikon had clattered three times before the blushing blond had wrapped the towel around her and fled to the safety of the bathroom again. Ronnie wondered if her young sister ever touched herself. And though she guessed that Josie did, there was really no certainty. Josie was that private.
Today the pretty Josie had on a knee-length blue dress. She liked blue. Light blue, pastel blue, sometimes even a dark navy. And with her cornfed looks, her blond bangs that just cleared those turquoise eyes, the blue did dangerous things to her overall appearance. Dangerous for her. Josie seemed to be totally innocent of her latent sexuality. No, Ronnie thought. It wasn't even latent any more. Not since she'd gotten so leggy and lithe.
Ronnie had her aunt in the frame now. Roslyn had both hands on the boy. He looked like he might leap into the pool at any second. But the telephoto brought the crotch of his pants into clear focus. There was a bulge showing. Aunt Roslyn was obviously aware of it too.
"Oh this is neato," Ronnie gasped, clicking off a shot. She wound and refocused. Roslyn mussed the boy's hair and the Nikon snicked again, recording the moment for posterity. Josie came up and stopped glaring at Ronnie.
"There's something sinful about doing things that people don't know you're doing."
"Wrong." Ronnie gave her sister an exasperated look. "You do it all the time. I saw you watching that sailor kissing his girl in the park the other day."
"That's not the same thing."
"Like hell. And you sure were squirming a lot when he got his hand under her dress."
Josie was red-faced now. But then it didn't take much to make her blush. And the redness always showed up so well on her light skin.
"It was hot and I was sweaty. I hate to be sweaty."
Ronnie watched her aunt take the pool boy by the hand. She led him across the back yard toward the changing rooms that sat back in a little grove of small trees and bushes. From her second-story viewpoint, Ronnie could see them smiling. Roslyn hooked an arm around the young man's waist. They went into the changing rooms and the door shut behind them. Josie was still pacing when Ronnie turned from the window.
"Roslyn thought we'd left to go downtown. She didn't know you came back for your camera."
"And you came back to pee."
"Oh, it doesn't matter why we came back. We shouldn't have watched."
"Didn't it excite you just a little to see our very own aunt making up to that guy?"
"I don't want to talk about it!" Josie looked at the delicate gold watch on her wrist. "Why don't we go shopping now?"
"I might do a little scouting down on the grounds. Why don't you wait here?" Ronnie was ready for her when Josie flamed up.
"You have some kind of nerve! You mean you're going to try and peek in one of those windows of the guest house?"
"So you saw them go in there too?"
"I glanced out the other window," Josie admitted, somewhat shamefaced. Ronnie slung the Nikon strap over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Wait, Ronnie, are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Yep. And I bet you'll dig looking at my blowups when I get them developed."
Ronnie hurried downstairs and out the back door. It was easy to approach the guest house from the side. There was a small woods surrounding the place. She came up quietly to one likely-looking window, lifted her eyes over the sill and held her breath. Nothing. The bed was made, everything in its place. She circled the small house slowly until she found another window. This time she heard voices.
The boy, who wasn't really a boy, was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt off. His pants were undone in front and Aunt Roslyn had her hand down under his skivvies. They were kissing. Ronnie had to steady herself against the house as she watched. She was not more than ten feet away from the two, of them. She could even smell a suggestion of her aunt's light musk in the air that drifted out.
"Would you like to see them, Mark?" she asked, touching the skimpy cups of her bikini. The young man swallowed and told her with his eyes that he would very much like to see them. "You can take it off," she whispered.
Mark reached around Roslyn's body and trembling, managed to get the clasp undone. He let her tits push the bikini halter forward and then he peeled its wetness from Roslyn's flesh. Ronnie marveled at her aunt's firm build. For someone as old as she was, her big tits were remarkably high and healthy looking. Mark stared at the darkened nipples. Then Roslyn reached out to his head and pulled him slowly forward. His mouth went around one large areola and there was a sucking sound as he tongued it.
Ronnie watched her aunt throw her head back. Her large eyes closed and she had a look of happiness on her face. Her belly pulled in under her ribs and she rocked her curvy hips on the bed. From the tangle of his underwear, Ronnie could see Mark's cock jutting up. His glans was as smooth as the skin of a mushroom. A flame of pleasure jolted through Ronnie's body. Her breathing was uneven now and she could feel her nipples pressing against the silk of her blouse. She had tits almost as big as her aunt's rounded orbs. But her nipples were bigger. And Ronnie wondered if perhaps her brown nubs weren't more sensitive too. If someone like Mark had put his tongue against her like he was doing to Roslyn, Ronnie knew she'd have to scream.
Ronnie started to lift her camera to press the lens against the screen. But she knew she couldn't get off a shot without them hearing the shutter. They weren't making enough noise to cover her stealth.
Roslyn had her hands in the boy's skivvies again. She made him scoot up so she could slide his clothing down and over his knees. The guy had a nice bod. Ronnie pressed her thighs together and rocked her hips. She had roughly the same build as her aunt. Big, gracefully curved hips, mature thighs, nice calves. A full-blown bod. To go with her image, Ronnie painted her fingernails dark red and wore lipstick. Her dark hair looked best in a sophisticated European style that fell in loose curls over her shoulders. She tried to imagine herself doing what Roslyn was doing. She was sure that the young man would appreciate her as well.
"You're so nice to kiss," Roslyn breathed, lowering her head, Ronnie had to stifle a moan of excitement as she watched her aunt's tongue flick out over the engorged glans of Mark's cock. Immediately the dry crown was wet with hot spit. It glistened now and Ronnie was certain she could see it pulsing. Growing larger and then shrinking a little. Big and little, big and little. The rhythm got to her quickly. She rubbed a hand across her belly. Her blouse stuck to her sweaty skin. She was having a hard time getting her breath.
Maybe Josie was right, she thought. Maybe I shouldn't've come down here in the first place. But the Nikon hung expectantly at her wrist. She'd do almost anything to get a shot of all this. Ronnie had a small collection of what she called "little naughties". If she could catch her aunt going down on this young dude, she would have herself a big naughty.
Ronnie watched her aunt touch the young man's cock with both hands now. She held it firmly between her palms as she continued to lap at it like she might lick a huge lollipop. The spit smacked as she sucked it. She was beginning to tease him with her lips now. Every few seconds she'd actually wrap them around the bulging tip. Mark worked his ass around on the mattress as he stared with wonder at this lovely creature nursing at his big prick. Ronnie could almost feel what he must've been feeling. She stared, gaped at the succulent way Aunt Roslyn went after the heavy knob of meat that flared out from Mark's shaft. Then after much teasing she actually took that swollen part into her mouth. She looked up at bin with mock innocence as her tongue danced between the sensitive lobes on the underside.
Ronnie could see the muscles working under her aunt's chin. She knew that Roslyn was sucking the guy with her tongue. She knew exactly how to do it. And this was of great interest to Ronnie. She'd never sucked a man's cock. But she'd thought about it plenty.
"Ohhhhh," Mark moaned, his eyes closed, head loose on his shoulders. He reached out to pet the sides of Roslyn's face. She let more of his prick slide between her teeth. The side of her cheek bulged out. She lapped hungrily, her neck muscles working as she swallowed more saliva.
Ronnie couldn't believe it when her aunt dropped her head suddenly and took all but an inch of Mark's prick into her mouth. The guy was at least a seven-incher, Ronnie thought. And Aunt Roslyn wasn't even gagging. She was swallowing hard though and her tongue continued to work against the underside of the boy's shaft. He grunted and almost fell backwards on the bed. "Whhhuuuhh!" he sighed.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"God," Ronnie breathed, "I don't know how much more of this I can take." She lifted her heavy Nikon up to the windowsill and focused, a finger poised on the shutter release.
The two of them were making a pretty good racket now. She waited until Mark let out a shuddering groan and let the Nikon loose. Neither of them noticed the sound of the shutter and she lowered the camera to wind the film.
"Ohhhhh God, Roslyn," Mark grunted. She unmouthed him slowly and peered with a smile at her handiwork. Mark's prick was even larger than when she'd put it into her mouth. Ronnie was staring with big green eyes at his cock. It pulsed rigidly above the boy's light-brown pubic curls. His balls hung down heavily between his parted thighs. And as she watched, Roslyn stripped off her bikini bottom and climbed slowly up over they slim young man.
"Baby, I'm gonna eat you up now," she kidded, holding his stiff erection up as she knelt with her knees on either side of his chest. The two of them were facing slightly away from where Ronnie peeked. She could see everything and her body was responding likewise. At times like these going without panties was somewhat of an inconvenience. Her mound was dripping with juice. When she worked her hips back and forth a shiny hot trickle went down inside of one thigh. She was dying to put a finger in herself. A habit that had hung over from puberty. She could remember the first day a girlfriend told her that she had a hole up inside her. Ronnie had hurried home, closed herself in her bedroom and stripped. It had taken her only three tries to puncture her delicate hymen with a forefinger. Before the day was out she had three fingers going in and out of her pussy as she screamed with trembling delight.
But now her auntie was trying to get something quite a bit better than a finger up inside her. Ronnie watched as Roslyn steadied Mark's seven-inch cock and backed herself down onto it. The lips inside her mound were shiny with lubrication. As they contacted the glans of Mark's cock, they slipped easily around it. There was a wet, sucking noise as that crown-shaped knob sank into the hot velvet opening. Ronnie clapped a hand over her mouth as she watched her aunt roll her ass slowly, skewering herself inch by inch on that rigid thing. There was another sound, softer than the first. A rivulet of juice spilled from the edge of her aunt's pussyhole and Mark's cocktip disappeared.
"Jesus God!" Ronnie whispered. Mark was moaning and carrying on again and Roslyn bent down to kiss his mouth. They began to bite and claw at each other. Ronnie raised the Nikon to the window opening and let it record the event in full color.
"Ghhhuuuhh," Mark moaned as he tried to penetrate the soft animal that was gently sucking his cock into a tunnel of sweet, slick flesh. But Roslyn pulled her hips up, taking it away again. She laughed, kissed his chin and cheeks. Then with tantalizing movements she once again let her ass drop.
The stiff shaft buried itself deeper, deeper. Ronnie watched with fascination at the instinctive jerks Mark's hips made. He couldn't really keep still with his prick enveloped in all that hot pussymeat! It made her want to scream it was so damned exciting. And to think that all she had to go on was two somewhat dog-eared memories. Neither of them really all that good.
"But I know how it feels," she sighed, remembering the stiffness when a guy worked his cock into her. She lifted the hem of her dress now and dug unashamedly between the lips of her pussy. She was smoldering, dripping with sex. She touched her clit gingerly and then not so gingerly. The pink nubbin darkened with blood and pressed out of the hooded fold that protected it. Then Ronnie curled a middle finger up against the muscled vortex that was the beginning of her vagina. With her ups pulled back from her teeth, she speared her long nail into the wet heat. She smothered the cry on her lips, holding her breath until she had two fingers inside her pussy. Then her eyes focused on the scene on the bed.
Aunt Roslyn's ass rose and fell with a steady, grinding rhythm. She covered Mark's face with kisses and he tried to keep up. But it was obvious that her passion was taking him by surprise. She was ravishing him, kissing his small male nipples, raking her fingers over his chest and ass. Up and down her pelvis went, the big muscles of her thighs swollen out with excitement.
"You beautiful boy," she moaned, wiggling her pubes down against his abdomen. She straightened her legs out behind her now, worked them between Mark's thighs. He surrendered willingly. His own body was jerking and pumping but Ronnie could see that he was truly overwhelmed. And happy to go along with it. She rubbed her own slippery pussy with a steady in-and-out motion now. She'd forgotten about the Nikon. It dangled from one hand while she petted the feverish folds of her cunt with the other. She could feel her juices dripping down both legs now. Her ankles tickled where the drops clung before wetting the straps of her sandals.
"Ohhhhhh darling," Roslyn gasped, "Isn't it wonderful!"
"God... Goddamn!"
"Ohhh yess, just let me fuck you! You're so nice to fuck!" Roslyn covered Mark's mouth and it seemed she was sucking the breath from him as her ass went wild. She rose and fell, made sharp, jerky circles as she ground that flared glans into the deepest pockets of her pussy. Ronnie wondered how much the guy could take without coming. She knew just how little lovemaking a man could take. It seemed that all of them were on the verge of shooting their jizz... even before they got it in a girl.
And now her Aunt Roslyn had pinned Mark's wrists to the bed and was fucking him with her thighs pressed tightly together. Ronnie knew that doing this would make her pussy very tight around the young man's rigid prick. He would feel everything more intensely. The slick friction would be increased. It was inevitable. He would come. But it appeared that Roslyn knew what she was doing. By her heaving breasts and trembling asscheeks, Ronnie guessed that she was about to slip over the brim of paradise herself.
"Yeeeessssss!" Roslyn cried.
"Roslyn... I'm gonna do it. Is it okay if I..."
"Come, darling!" She bit at his shoulder. "Oh shoot your lovely cum inside me!"
The boy gave a strangled cry and the muscles in his belly flattened. Ronnie was having a hard time standing. She clung to the windowsill as she watched her aunt grind the spurts of seed up out of the handsome young man's body. She could almost count each time the hot stuff fountained inside Roslyn's body. Mark would shudder and choke on a scream. Then his fingers would clutch deeply into the flesh of Roslyn's ass, Ronnie could almost see his glans pushing into the mouth of Aunt Roslyn's womb as it boiled its creamy sap out.
"Ghhhaaaaa!" Mark cried, his body rigid. He was holding his ass up off the bed as Roslyn fucked him with frantic, careless movements now. She licked his chest like a bitch in heat. She rutted shamelessly, her swollen loins smearing slick juice against his hips and belly.
For an instant, Roslyn's wild movements caused Mark's cock to slip loose from her hole. Ronnie actually gasped as she saw the raw, red shaft, the bruised-looking glans. Mark's prick was shiny with juice and flecked with white strings of semen. Before Roslyn's trembling fingers could fit him back into her hot hole a fountain of jizz spattered against her thigh. Then her pussy devoured him again and she pumped violently in the final throes of her climax.
Ronnie staggered away from the window in a daze. She'd only gone down there on a lark. She hadn't expected to come upon anything quite so graphic as that! But now she knew that Aunt Roslyn's reputation was truly earned. There had been whispers through the family grapevine for years about Roslyn's appetite for paperboys and mailmen. No one ever hinted to Uncle Evan, of course, that his loving wife might have extraordinary cravings. But the whisperings went on.
"Maybe that accounts for her being a little peeved when Mama asked her to keep us for a month," Ronnie said aloud. The folks had planned a European trip alone and Ronnie's mother had called upon her sister Roslyn to do the honors of watching her two teenage daughters. Now Ronnie remembered that Roslyn had made a big thing about the planned visit of another member of the family. Kendall Thompson, Roslyn's nephew and Ronnie and Josie's cousin was due to arrive that afternoon. For the first time Ronnie saw a certain disquieting connection. Had Aunt Roslyn planned a wicked summer for their young cousin? And then become irritated when her two nieces had been thrust upon her?
"It sure wouldn't be as easy to seduce somebody with the two of us hanging around."
She climbed the stairs slowly, the Nikon bumping her thigh. Her fingers smelled like hot cunt and her body felt shivery and strange. She knew that the best thing for her to do would be to strip off the rest of her clothes and fingerfuck herself into some sort of mild satisfaction. She generally ended up doing it to herself two or three times a day anyhow. And after watching that scene in the bedroom of the guest house, she didn't think she could go shopping without relieving some of the sexual tension she felt.
But where was Josie? The bedroom was empty except for her blond sister's blue dress and pink panties draped carefully across the back of a chair. Ronnie went to the bathroom door and tapped politely.
"I'm taking a bath," Josie called back.
"You just took one."
"I felt like another." There was the splash of water. Ronnie frowned. She had the suspicion that her young sister had more in mind than mere cleanliness. She seemed to forever be in a bathroom. Just peeing took fifteen minutes. And a bath could go on for hours.
"Are we going to go shopping or not?" Ronnie called, pressing her ear against the door.
"You're the one who went running off to snap pictures," Josie called back.
"Well, hurry up. I'm going to lay down for a little while."
Ronnie skinned down to nothing but her gold anklet and stretched face down on the bed. She crumpled a pillow under her breasts and another under her belly. Then, closing her eyes, she tried to remember exactly how the young man had looked. Mark. He'd been really nice-looking. Gently Ronnie pried her cunt open. Then she spread her legs as wide as they'd go, letting the inner folds bloom out with a sticky sound. She fingered them tentatively, exciting herself by stages. As if to surprise herself she plunged a middle finger in to the hilt and yanked it out again. In and out she speared herself with ever-increasing speed.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh shit!"
She began to move her curvy ass up and down against the pillow under her belly. She closed her eyes, thinking of the firmness of a male body. But it wasn't easy. If only she had a steady boyfriend. Anybody would do.
"Whhuuuh!" she gasped, working her finger around inside herself. "Ohhhhh God, I need a cock. A real, live cock!"
Chapter Two
Josie didn't like the mirror that someone had designed into the wall. A person had to sit looking at herself while bathing! It seemed... well it just seemed plain wrong! But the bathroom had once been used by Aunt Roslyn, so it figured. Josie conjured up images of her aunt and her uncle taking baths together, washing each other, even doing unspeakable things together there before that minor.
She reached the small zipper case from the table beside the tub and unwound the hose from it. She unfolded the rubber douche bag and using an eyedropper squeezed in the small amount of medicine that made up the solution she'd use on herself. Then she fitted the hose to the bag and dug once again in the case for the final attachment. This was the oddly shaped piece of smooth plastic that always made Josie tremble a little when she touched it.
She'd had some slight infection. An irritation in the lining of her vagina the doctor called it, not bothering to worry her with some medical term. A daily douche had been prescribed and Josie had been outfitted with the apparatus she still used. Her malady had long since cleared up. But for a reason she wasn't entirely sure of, she continued using the long, slightly curved douche wand.
For cleanliness sake, she told herself. But no other girls she knew used such a contraption merely for hygiene purposes. And Josie only used a mild saline solution in place of the original medicine that had long since run out. So why did she continue with the douche? It had something vaguely to do with the way that douche wand looked. It was pink and about the size of a large pencil most of its length, the length being something over six inches. Long enough to reach all the way into her pussy. Josie smiled as she made sure the hose was securely fitted to the wand. She usually through of herself as having a vagina. But when she was about to take her douche it seemed better somehow to use that other word. Pussy. Such a funny word. But soft-sounding.
"Pussy!" she said aloud, looking at her reflection in the mirror at the end of the tub. Her big blue eyes seemed so round, her white skin as pure as the porcelain of the tub. She touched the pink douche wand with long fingers, feeling the way the tip bulged out larger. That was where all the little holes were. That was where the solution squirted out deep inside her to wash away any...
"Wickedness," Josie said. She frowned. It was the first time she'd ever thought of it like that. But disease was wicked, wasn't it? And she'd been embarrassed when she'd found she was diseased, embarrassed that the doctor might think she'd caught something from a boy. But how could he have thought that? He'd had to make a minor incision in her hymen so that the enlarged tip of the douche wand would fit into her body. And she hadn't had a social disease, of course. Though sometimes she pretended that was exactly what she had caught. From a boy. A boy who forced her to submit in the back of his old car. They were naughty thoughts that always left her red-faced and ashamed. The thoughts left her tingling in a strange way too. Like she was now. But then she always tingled when it was time for her douche.
"I wish I could cover up that darned old mirror," she grumped, frowning at herself. But there was one at the other end of the tub too. Turning around wouldn't help. She opened the small jar of jelly she kept in the case and dug some out with a forefinger. She liked to take her time with this part. It made it better somehow.
Carefully she smeared the greasy lubrication over the tip of the douche wand. The bag was fat with water, hanging on the side of the tub. She had the valve closed until the wand was all the way in. She remembered the doctor's careful instructions. He'd even had a nurse show her where the hole was in her body, the hole that he'd cut there.
"I guess that's enough," Josie said, pushing a strand of blond hair back from her cheek. She slid down in the tub so that just her chin was clear of the water. She bent her knees slightly and parted them. Then she took a long breath and felt her heart pounding.
"It's something I've got to do. The doctor said I was delicate. Who knows when I might come down with something again? Better safe than sorry."
She probed the pink plastic wand under the water and pressed it against her pubes. Her mound was already stretched apart and it opened more to let the lubricated tip glide down between her inner folds. She'd forbidden herself to touch her inner cuntlips with her own finger. And she never had. But the douche wand wasn't her finger. Gingerly she moved the thing up and down her crevice. To smear the lubricant around, she told herself. Her clit was rubbed from its hiding place and rose up. A strange tremor went through her flesh. She felt her legs tighten and forced them to relax again. Her breasts rose and fell a little faster than before. Her belly pulled in under her ribs a little. She was starting to pant softly. She spread her toes against the end of the tub and blinked at her reflection.
Now she was pressing in against the slit where the wand was supposed to fit. There was resistance at first. There always was. Then Josie relaxed the muscles of her sphincter and her pussy opened. The probe slipped in. But Josie didn't push it deep immediately. She pulled it back an inch and then in again. In and out. Slowly. The soft rub of it against the edges of her cunt made her shudder. She let out a soft groan.
"Okay, I'd better get on with it." She swallowed, tried to pull herself together. She had set a limit on the amount of pleasure she could allow herself. After all there wasn't supposed to be any pleasure attached to this little operation, was there? But that was clearly impossible and the doctor must have known it. She'd experienced a certain satisfaction every time she'd taken a douche. Even that first time.
Gingerly she pushed the wand deeper. It went in slowly, clasped by her immature vagina. Pussy. Cunt. She giggled at the various words that could be used to describe a girl's hole.
"Mmmmm," she breathed, getting deep. The soft lips of her cunt were very close to her fingers now and she had to hold the hose with just her fingernails to keep from brushing against her body. She arched her back and then humped it down against the bottom of the tub. Her toes fanned out. It was really deep now, really good and deep. She felt something touching her way inside. Maybe the wand was against the mouth of her womb. She touched the metal clip that would let the warm solution flood into her.
"Here goes," she sighed, but her finger froze on the valve. She just couldn't open it this time. And the strangest fantasy seemed to be slipping in under the closed door of her mind. Like smoke it entered her consciousness. She shook her head and tried to close the naughty image out. But it came on stronger.
"No! I shouldn't think of anything like this!" She shook her blond hair. She'd slipped down far enough so that the tips of her straight locks were getting wet. She didn't care. "Nooo!" But now the images were bright and clear and she found herself concentrating to make them even more vivid.
That wand had become the erect cock of a young male. He had pushed it into her body. Against her will of course. But she couldn't stop him, could she? And it was so deep. He was pushing it in and out of her. Like that collie had been doing to the bitch he'd cornered one time when she was younger. Yes, it was sliding in and out of her and she was helpless to stop him! Josie was aware that her fingers were actually pushing the wand deeper and slowly pulling it out again. In and out in a steady, slow rhythm. Her pussy tightened down on the plastic, making the sensation of being penetrated that much more powerful. She gasped and rolled her hips in the tub. Her trim white bottom squeaked against the porcelain. She licked her lips. God, why was she panting like this?
She pulled the wan back until only the fat part was inside her body. Then she shoved it in quickly to the hilt. This time she actually came into contact with her outer folds. They were swelled out and felt slippery even under the water. She began to fuck herself steadily with the wand now. She opened her knees as wide as the sides of the tub would allow. There was a soft splashing sound as she jammed steadily with the thing at her pussy. She was growing very excited, more excited than she'd ever been in her life! She couldn't make that long plastic thing spear her fast enough!
"Oh! Ahhhhh! Uhhhhh God!" She was pumping her hips without shame. She'd never moved like that in her life and her willingness to continue shocked her. But the shock only raised the level of her pleasure. That damned boy with his stiff cock! She couldn't get away. He had her pinned down so he could keep on fucking and fucking and fucking until she lost her mind!
"Whhhuuuhh! Ohhhhhh God help me!" she babbled as a shivering fever spread over her white skin. She was experiencing something she'd never felt in her life before. She seemed to be floating on a cushion of pure pleasure. Her scalp tingled, her nipples burned. She fought for breath as her heels dug against the smooth bottom of the tub. She was cold and hot in turn. And around her pussy the sensation was indescribable. It was an electric kind of ecstasy that increased in intensity every time she drove that wand mw her body. Her clitoris had swelled out so that her knuckle brushed it whenever she speared deep. And her ass! She couldn't keep it still any longer!
"Nhhuuuh! Ghhhuuuh!" Josie's finger thumbed the metal clip that would let the hot water shoot into her cunt. As the warmth began to spread from the little holes at the end of the wand, she grabbed the rubber bag from the edge of the tub and held the open end shut while she squeezed it against her breasts. Squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax. It was obvious to her now that she was trying to mimic how she thought a male's exploding cock would feel. But she went on squeezing the bag with jerky convulsions anyhow.
Inside her the hot spurts of water seemed to add to her breathlessness. She threw her ass around until the water of the tub splashed dangerously near the edge. She probed as deep as she could reach with the douche wand as the hot water jetted in short, throbbing pulses against her soft insides. The most glorious feeling burst through her. She cried out before she could think to smother her joy. She closed her thighs tightly, capturing the stick of plastic as it spurted its make-believe jizz. She wiggled her boyish ass furiously as if she were fucking her imaginary male as good as he was fucking her.
"Ohhhhh God!" she cried, "Fuck me! Ohhhh do it hard!"
Josie had slipped down in the tub so that her blond hair was soaked. She'd forgotten her composure, forgotten everything! What was happening to her? All she could think of was that throbbing, tantalizing force that had enslaved her. She was at its mercy. She could only try to make the ecstasy keep on lasting!
"Uhhhh," she moaned. "It's over. It's stopping! Ohhhh God, don't let it stop!" But she was sinking to her chin now, her body radiating a warm glow. She was wiggling and rolling her white bottom around against the tub. And though her douche bag still pushed water up the tube and into her pussy, it just felt good now, not ecstatic.
Gingerly she pulled the plastic wand put of her body. A tendril of red floated away from her cuntlips as she stared through the clear, clean water.
"I've hurt myself," she gasped, touching a finger down to her tender lips. But there was no special soreness, nothing that indicated she was seriously injured. She wondered if perhaps she'd torn her hymen a little with all her squirming around while the wand had been inside her. She hurriedly stepped from the bath and sat on the edge of the tub on a towel while she pried her cuntlips open to look.
"Yes, there it is." The red little bump of her cherry had been stretched slightly. The slit that the doctor had cut was torn somewhat larger. But it was still no larger than her thumb. And even that would be a tight fit. So Josie let out a breath of relief and pulled herself together. She was still a virgin. And a virgin she expected to remain. But now her thoughts were disturbed by the experience she'd just passed through. Never in her life had such an intensity of emotions washed over her. Already she was wondering how to fit this new experience into her life. Would she ever be able to return to life like always? Or would she again be tempted to do these unbelievably thrilling things to her body? She dried her white skin until it glowed red. When she stepped into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around her, Ronnie was on the bed looking at her.
"Enjoy yourself?" her older sister asked. There was the lilt of insinuation in her tone. Josie blushed guiltily.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You know what I mean. Hell, I heard you hollering."
"I was taking a shampoo and the water got hot."
"You weren't hollering that kind of holler," Ronnie giggled. The way she was sitting, Josie could see her dress stretching carelessly across her upper thighs. The dark patch of her cunt hair showed clearly.
"I really don't have any idea what you're talking about," Josie said, and went to the chest of drawers she shared with her sister. She pulled out a pair of her panties. They were all alike so she didn't have to dig through her things. She pulled the panties over her feet and when she got them up to where the towel was, she dropped it.
Ronnie laughed. "You're so damned shy. I mean, I'm your own sister. What happens when you get married? What if your husband wants to see you naked?"
"Who said I was getting married?"
Ronnie started for the bathroom. Josie remembered that she'd forgotten to put away her things and started after. But her older sister beat her to the door and went in. She came back out grinning bigger than ever, the douche bag and its attachments dangling from her fingers.
"Well, let me tell you, sister," she said, eyes sparkling with amusement. "A man is a damn sight better than this."
Josie took the things from her without looking up. She crammed the tube and wand into the zipper case and threw it all in her drawer. She felt like crawling under the chair. But then she looked up at her sister and something got to her. She laughed. They both laughed. And then Josie ran to her closet and fished around for something to wear. She didn't know why she should be so amused. After all Ronnie had gotten awfully personal.
"You going to the airport to meet Kendall's plane?" Ronnie asked.
"He's coming in today?"
"Yeah, but you don't remember him."
"My own cousin? Sure I do." Josie bit her lip. "Sort of."
"He's your age exactly," Ronnie went on. "And I'll bet he remembers you."
"How come?"
"Cause his folks caught the two of you in the garage when you were six."
"And?" Josie said.
"You were both buck naked." Ronnie crossed her arms. Her eyes were bright with merriment. "Kendall was sucking your toes."
Josie blushed again. "What is all this stuff you keep hitting me with today?" she snapped, glaring from under her blond bangs.
"Oh, I'm just reminding you that you're a real live human girl. Not an ivory princess without feelings." Ronnie scratched herself under one big breast. "Sometimes I think you've forgotten just how naughty you used to be."
"Does this blue dress look alright?" Josie said, holding the frock against her while she turned. Her white legs flashed sensuously below the hem.
"Kendall will go bananas," Ronnie nodded.
Chapter Three
"I'm sorry Evan couldn't come with us to meet you," Roslyn said, slamming the trunk. Kendall was about to get in the back seat with Josie and Ronnie but she grabbed his elbow just in time and nudged him towards the other door. "Hey, I don't want to ride all alone up here like some chauffeur."
"Sorry, Aunt Roslyn," the teen said. He was tall and lanky with light-brown hair that curled over his forehead. His gray eyes sparkled. He had a tan that wouldn't quit. None of this was lost on Roslyn. Her libido was already working overtime.
If it weren't for those two angels in the back seat she might have kissed her lovely nephew on the lips. They'd always been very, very close. Roslyn could remember one particular time when the boy had came to her bed afraid after a bad thunderstorm. She'd been baby-sitting him for her sister. Kendall had been eleven. She'd hugged him close for hours and the boy had nuzzled happily between her warm, soft breasts.
"I've got a wonderful room for you," she gushed. "I'm reserving one half of the guest house for you. There's plenty of space. I know you like a quiet place to do your yoga."
"You still do it too, don't you, Aunt Roslyn?"
"Sure do. I'm hoping we can do it together." She noticed that Kendall blushed a little at this and remembered that he had mentioned something about how he liked to do his yoga in the nude. She trembled at the thought of seeing his lanky nakedness in various positions.
"You know that yoga sure helps me do other sports," Kendall said, changing the subject slightly. "I've been able to swim twice as far without tiring. Running comes easier too."
What about fucking? Roslyn thought. She laughed suddenly, surprising her nephew.
He smiled agreeably. Roslyn wondered if he had any idea how badly she wanted him. But surely he'd picked up her vibrations before. Their relationship had been more than just aunt-nephew.
She'd wiped his tears and soothed his hurts. She'd answered questions too embarrassing for his own mother. It had been her who'd really given him his first hard information about sex. She remembered how excited she become when Kendall had asked her what took place during the sex act between a man and woman. She hadn't spared any words. She'd tried to include every detail. And at the end of her talk -- Kendall had been thirteen -- she recalled how aroused the two of them had become. Kendall had had a terrific, pubescent erection and her own panties had been soaked clear through.
Roslyn glanced in the rear-view mirror at her nieces. Ronnie with her arm carelessly out the window, an ironic cast to her eyes. She was the aggressive one, the daring one, the crazy one. At nineteen there was something about the girl Roslyn didn't trust. And beside Ronnie sat the prim princess. Josie was the exact opposite of her sister in every way. Roslyn was sure the girl was still virgin. To look at her one wouldn't think that her shit even smelled bad. Oh she was a beauty alright. Not that Ronnie wasn't just as attractive in another way. But Josie was the most striking. That blond hair the color of straw. That white, unblemished skin. Her eyes big and blue and fathomless. And her willowy, innocent body. She looked spotless, cleaner than clean. A man could wash his face in her pussy. It seemed to Roslyn that a man might think such a thing. And none of her graceful, quiet charm had been lost on Kendall either. It irritated Roslyn to see the teenager staring unashamedly at Josie's long, white legs under that blue dress. He'd noticed her breasts too... what there was to notice. But it was Josie's reticence that really charmed him. Because she hadn't said much, Kendall seemed attracted all the more. Roslyn made up her mind to keep his attention so saturated that he wouldn't have time to fool with either of her nieces.
"Well, here we are!" she announced, pulling the big Chrysler up the driveway. As soon as the girls had gone inside, she took Kendall along to the guest house to give him a tour. When he mentioned that the plane ride had given him a few kinks, that he might like to do some yoga to stretch them out, Roslyn could hardly keep still.
"Kendall," she began, eyes downcast in reverence for the seriousness with which he took his exercises, "would it be okay if your creaky old aunt joined you in a little yoga too?"
"You're not creaky and you're not old," Kendall scolded her.
She went to hug him for the compliment.
"I need somebody like you around," she laughed. "You make me feel young again." There was a youthful heat coming through Kendall's thin shirt. She was sure to let him feel her big, round breasts. Maybe he'd remember that time when he'd been so young. The time he'd slept naked against her flesh.
"I guess I could do yoga in my skivvies."
"This is silly," she said, trying her best to sound completely matter-of-fact. "Everybody knows that yoga is best when done in the nude. I never wear a stitch," she lied. Usually she did wear tights.
"Yeah but..."
"Yeah but nothing. We're both adult."
Kendall looked a little abashed. He shrugged, smiling. "Okay with me I guess. I sure could use some yoga after sitting in that plane."
"I'll be back in a flash," Roslyn said.
And she was. She returned to the guesthouse wearing only a pair of bright-blue nylon jogging shorts and a halter top. She meant to shuck both of them as soon as possible. As she went in, she knocked politely and Kendall came to the door with a shy smile. He was wearing only a silk g-string kind of thing. It cupped his cock and balls and was held up by thin cords that circled his waist and thighs.
"I guess I'm still a little too self-conscious to go all the way naked," he said.
"Me too," Roslyn said so as not to embarrass her nephew. She wanted them to get along smoothly. She didn't want to make him feel like she was a tiger stalking him until she could leap.
They went through some simple positions first. It was all Roslyn could do to concentrate. She wanted to watch her strong young nephew. Wanted to watch his graceful moves.
When he did a bridge with his belly up towards the ceiling, Roslyn thought she would come unglued. The black silk pocket that held his cock and balls seemed stretched with tension. Did Kendall have a hard-on? Or part of one maybe?
She longed to reach out with her hand and pet the black material. She wanted to nuzzle it, to bite at it. She had never been so wild with hunger in her life!
"Ouch!" Kendall grunted. He sat on the floor rubbing a muscle in his inner thigh. "I guess that plane ride did get me a little stiff. I'm used to more jumping around than I could get away with up there in the sky."
"Did you hurt yourself bad, darling?" Roslyn asked, sitting down beside him.
"Just this thigh. It's my tightest one." He grimaced. "It's cramped pretty good."
"Lay back and let me rub it out." Roslyn made her nephew lie on his back, legs spread slightly. She started around his knee and worked up slowly to very near the crotch, then she'd begin at his knee again. She worked diligently, seriously. Her fingers would shake too badly if she actually thought how close she was to her nephew's lovely balls. And she did want to help get rid of that cramp.
"Am I helping?" she asked after a minute or so.
"God yes! That feels great."
And Roslyn could see how great it was feeling. Her naughty nephew had an erection. It wasn't really what she would call a working erection yet. But it sure wasn't soft either. Her jogging shorts were starting to bind her. Right between the lips of her cunt.
"There, I can feel that old muscle now!" she breathed, letting her fingers probe down the inside of his groin. She was reaching higher than she'd dared before. She was almost touching the black silk pouch. But she pretended to be completely occupied by her first purpose, that of relieving Kendall's muscle cramp.
"Uhhhh," he groaned, relaxing some.
"You're so muscular," she said softly. "That's why you get cramps." Her knuckles brushed the lump in his g-string. She could see the shape of his prick under the thin silk. She could see where his glans flared out from the shaft. She wished she could really see it. The more she rubbed, the firmer grew the packed cockmeat bound in its hot, sheer sack. It was all Roslyn could do to control herself.
"Doesn't that feel better?"
"I think you got it now, Aunt Roslyn."
"I'll keep rubbing to make sure. If you want me to."
"Well. Sure. It does feel good." He was breathing irregularly. Roslyn was bending close to his belly. She could smell the faint musk of his cock now. It had, a healthy, sexy aroma. She barely controlled a rush of hunger. What would her husband Evan do if he could see her now? But he couldn't could he?
"Spread your legs more," she told Kendall. He did and she began to massage the inner surfaces of both thighs now. Her thumbs sank into the damp hollows between his balls and groin. The boy's prick was really stretching the silk of his g-string.
"Kendall," she whispered, "did you realize you've got a terrific erection?"
"I'm sorry, Aunt Roslyn. It just happened." He was blushing. His cock wilted some.
"I didn't mean for you to get self-conscious. In fact I'm flattered that I could actually excite you." She was extending herself, hoping that the boy would pick up the thread she held out. He did.
"I've always thought you were pretty, Aunt Roslyn."
"Sexy too?"
"Sure. Especially that." He reddened again. He was squirming a bit on the rug. She wasn't so careful now as she rubbed his inner thighs. She touched his balls and cock casually, almost as if she would begin to rub them too any moment.
"Maybe we'd better quit," Kendall said, sitting up. He limped over to the bed and sat there breathing hard. Roslyn knelt on her haunches before him. She put her palms on his knees and gazed lovingly into his eyes.
"You've always been special to me, Kendall. But I guess you knew that."
"I... I guess so."
She started letting her hands smooth down his legs again. He didn't do anything to stop her. This time she didn't hesitate. She went directly to the taut, hot sack of silk that covered his cock and balls. She touched it, began to squeeze it gently. Kendall groaned. His eyes closed for a moment, opened again.
"You beautiful young animal you." He was sitting on the very edge of the mattress so she was able to slide close between his knees. Then with her body so close, she took his hands and guided them around behind her back. "Undo me."
If the catch of her halter hadn't been easy, Kendall would never have gotten it loose. But as the deep cups fell from her breasts, his eyes seemed dazzled for a moment as if from a flashbulb. He tried to close his knees some but she pushed them apart and insinuated her body into the opening. Then her own fingers glided around his back and found the knotted silk cord that held his g-string up.
"Aunt Roslyn... I feel really weird. I mean, I just got here and I haven't even said, hello to Evan."
"Evan is busy working. He's always busy working. It's a bore to be a lawyer's wife."
"Roslyn -- ohhhhhh!" he sighed as she pulled the strings around front and peeled the silk bag slowly from his cock. It lifted and uncurled and she put a finger underneath to help. It was damp and very, very hot. It was beautiful! The shaft white with blue veins. The tip a dusky, almost purple shade. She let her fingers curl around the shaft. Then very gently she began to jack him. His prick stiffened into a throbbing, rigid pole. Kendall was watching her shyly. She smiled knowingly at him and wet her lips.
"You know what I'm going to do, don't you?"
"I'm going to suck your lovely cock, darling. I'm going to suck it as long as you want me to. I'll suck it slow or fast or however you say. Then when it's time I'll suck the cum from your balls. I'll swallow it. And I'll lick you clean when it's all over."
"Oh God, Aunt Roslyn, I don't know whether we should..."
"I know. We should."
"But you're my aunt."
"And I'm old enough to be your mother." She licked her lips like a tigress about to feast on a helpless gazelle. "Won't you let me adore you? I've wanted to do this for as long as I can remember."
"You have?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, my darling." Her fingers massaged gently. She let him feel her nails around the lobes of his glans. He winced a little and squirmed his slim hips on the bed. Then she lowered her head suddenly before he had a chance to be frightened. As her pursed lips brushed his cocktip she thought of one last question. "Has any woman ever done this to you before?"
"No. God no!"
Roslyn smiled, knowing she had him. Her tongue flashed out over the super-sensitive surface of her nephew's glans. He stiffened and held his breath. She knew how good it felt. She'd driven Evan wild with her mouth. She'd driven plenty of men wild. Men couldn't resist the soft, sucking movements of a woman's mouth on their cock. When everything else failed, a woman could get what she wanted that way. She let her lips slide slickly over his knob and then her tongue went to work. It danced and flicked, swirling and curling around his meaty barb. Kendall writhed where he sat an the bed. His hands jerked toward her head once but pulled back. He extended his legs. He didn't seem to know how to handle the flood of new sensations he was experiencing. And Roslyn meant to overload all his circuits.
"You have the loveliest balls I've ever felt," she sighed, her lips brushing his cock as she spoke. Then she sucked him between her teeth again and nibbled gingerly on his tumid shape. Her fingers worked the slick eggs around in their sac. They were heated up pretty good and spongy to the touch. She kneaded them as she suckled slowly at him.
"Ohhhhhhh, Aunt Roslyn!"
"Yummmmmm!"
Her jogging shorts were really binding now! They had pulled up between the lips of her pussy and every movement rubbed her clit in such a way that she had to catch her breath. She stopped sucking Kendall's cock long enough to stand up before him and work the tight-fitting things down over her big hips. He watched in silent reverence.
"Look, our pubic hair is a match," she laughed. And it was true. Her nephew's soft brown curls were almost the identical shade as her own. She knelt once again between his knees and took his cock in both hands. Then just before she lowered her mouth around him again, she passed a forefinger down between her thighs and curled it deep between the plump lips of her pussy. It went in with a soft, sexy squish. She dragged it the full length of her crevice and held it up under her nephew's nose.
"Something for you to enjoy while I suck you, my darling."
The sharp aroma had more of an effect on him than she'd first thought. Kendall's eyes flashed wide as he inhaled the pungent female musk. Then he grabbed her wrist and held it tightly as he continued to sniff like a wild dog at the glossy smear on her fingertip.
"God!" he sighed. "Oh God, I love that!"
Roslyn dug with two fingers this time and smeared her gloss under Kendall's nose and across his chin. But he grabbed her wrist anyway and before she knew what he was doing the boy was sucking her fingers with frantic excitement. The rub of his tongue brought a new flood of juice from her pussy. She felt it oozing down one thigh.
"You, darling!" she cried, grasping his cock with her free hand and pushing her lips down around it. She took him almost to her throat she was so worked up. She let her tongue go crazy along the underside of his shaft. She rubbed the little tube and the hollow between his lobes. Then she used the flat of her tongue to sand the flared swell of his glans until he bucked and trembled on the mattress. He let her hand go and fell back on the bed writhing.
"Mmmmuuuhhh!" she groaned, rolling her head around so that his glans would push out one cheek and then the other.
"Aunt Roslyn, could I kiss you too? I mean, kiss you down there?"
Her young nephew's request surprised her so much that at first she couldn't find the right words.
"My sweet darling," she murmured finally. "I think I'd faint with joy if you did." She'd thought that most males under twenty-one didn't really have the feel for eating pussy. Usually that talent came with time and patience and practice. It depended on an appreciation of a female's anatomy too. Something that only age could bring.
"I don't know how to, really," he admitted as Roslyn got up on the bed and stretched out.
"I'll show you." She lifted her knees almost to her breasts and let her thighs fall apart. Her cunt made sexy noises as the folds opened fully. She felt swollen and hot and slippery down there. And she knew that the pungent musk she'd let Kendall smell would soon be smeared all over his face. She hoped he could handle it.
Kendall used his finger at first. He rubbed the bump of her pubic bone and then traced the edges of her mound. At last he dared to dip into the dripping, slippery hollow that ran along her underside of her torso for almost four inches. Roslyn was surprised when he put his mouth down without hesitation. She felt his tongue flick out first, touch her clitoral hood. Her nubbin rose pulsing like a cobra. The next time Kendall licked her there he swathed the tender bulb with spit. She gave a cry and caught his head with both hands.
"Ohhhhh harder!"
"Like this?" he asked, pressing his lips against the dainty inner lips. She began to pump her ass slowly against his face. Little by little she pulled him down against her until at last she could feel his chin sinking into her pussy a little as she continued to rub her clit against his teeth and upper lip.
"Nhhhuuhh!" she gasped, plunging more frantically.
"Mmmmmmm."
"Ohhhh honey, honeeeee!"
Roslyn had been taken by surprise. She'd never suspected that the first time she was with her nephew that he might suggest something like this. She thought she'd end up being the aggressor. And now she wondered if maybe Kendall would like to fuck her. She would come pretty soon if he didn't stop licking her clit!
"Would you like to make love to me, Kendall?"
Kendall gazed up at her from where he bent to lick her cunt. His face was smeared with her musky scent and glistening juices.
"I keep thinking that I'm your nephew."
She laughed and grabbed at him. Kendall laughed too and as he fell down alongside her on the bed, her hand went roughly between his legs. She grabbed his cock firmly and worked the skin up and down as her tongue went between his teeth. She rolled him over on his back and then let him roll her under. He was kissing her, biting at her neck. His young hands raced over her body. He seemed especially appreciative of her breasts. She let him nurse for a long time on a nipple while her pussy leaked wetness onto the bedspread. Her cunt was a furnace now, needing something, to spear deep into it! She was rolling her hips, moaning. She wanted to feel him rut his young sperm into her body.
"Fuck me, Kendall!" she begged. "Ohhhh do it to me good!"
"Aunt Roslyn, I really want to. I just get scared thinking..."
"Don't think."
She clutched his firm, muscled ass. She reached between his thighs from behind, captured his balls again. His prick lay up against her belly now and all it would take would be to move him down. Roslyn knew that once he felt her slick heat, he wouldn't be able to resist.
"Did you hear that?" Kendall hissed suddenly.
"No, I didn't hear anything. Just your heart pounding."
"I thought it was something outside the window."
"Insects probably." Roslyn pulled his face back down against her neck. The teen was shivering. "You're scared. Don't be. Evan never comes home at this hour. Never." She could feel his cock withering against her flesh. She rolled him onto his back and squirmed down so she could get him in her mouth. Her tongue quickly revived his stiffness and it thrilled, her to actually feel him pumping up again as she licked his glans with teasing, loving movements.
"Ohhhhhh! Wow! Aunt Roslyn! You're fantastic!"
"I'm just crazy about you!" She had him good and hard again. But she was afraid that if she wasted any more time with clumsy details she might lose the whole match. She wanted more than anything for Kendall to come this first time. Then he'd be hers body and soul.
"Mmmmuuuhh!" he groaned, pumping his hips. She let him slip partly into her throat. She knew how to keep from gagging. As his slickened glans went in and out between her tonsils, she rubbed his balls furiously. She knew what an effect this always had on a male. In less than three minutes of hot sucking, Kendall shivered and cried out. His cock was swelling even larger in her mouth now. She sucked with furious excitement, almost coming herself as she dug at her clit with two fingers. The young boy was lurching, arching his back as the throes of pleasure raced up his thighs and down his belly.
"Uhhhhhh!" he babbled as the first white lick of cream jumped from his cocktip. The second was even more powerful. It spattered against the roof of Roslyn's mouth and leaked into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down steadily as her fingers worked his balls. She could feel his balls pumping now. The thick curds boiled out so fast that she missed swallowing one gap and felt it bubble up into her nostrils.
"Yyyyaaauuuh!" she cooed, the slick, milky stuff leaking down her upper lip.
"Roslyyynn!"
"Hhhhuuuhhnnn!" She wanted to tell him to keep coming. To let her drink him dry. But he knew that. Because his hot young nuts were exploding! She felt the stuff overflow the corners of her lips. And still she smacked and sucked and lapped the seed up.
Until finally they both lay there on the bed panting. She put her ear to his chest to hear his heart. He caressed her head as if she were just sixteen again and they'd had a hot first date in the back of some old jalopy.
"I'm so glad you came to visit me," she whispered.
"You sucked my cock, Aunt Roslyn," Kendall breathed. "You actually sucked my cock."
"And loved every second of it."
She wiped her mouth and kissed him on the lips. Kendall didn't show any hesitation at tasting some of his own sap. Again Roslyn was surprised and pleased at the boy's sexual sophistication. She petted his body in as many places as she could reach.
"Shouldn't I do something to you now?" he asked, still shy when it came to words.
"What do you mean, darling?" she teased, wanting to hear it from him.
"I mean when a woman makes a man come, isn't it only fair for him to..." He dropped his eyes. Roslyn mussed his curly hair and smiled.
"If you want to make me come too I'd love it." She lifted his limp cock. "But I don't think you're going to have much luck with that right now."
"What if I did it with my tongue? Would you come if I did that?"
For answer, Roslyn rolled onto her back again and spread her legs. She started pumping her hips up and down in a gentle, suggestive way. "You know darn well I'll come if you start licking me again."
Bending gracefully between her thighs, Kendall let his tongue work along the edges of her folds again. Then she couldn't resist the teasing and had to pull him against her like she'd done before.
But just when it was getting good, Kendall started again. He had raised his head by the time she focused on him.
"Didn't you hear that?" he breathed.
Maybe she had heard something. But she'd been too lost in the wonderful tingles that shot though her body to bother with it.
"Darling, darling, you're just hearing birds or something."
"It was like a click. I'm sure of it." He sat up, rubbed his head. Roslyn felt her own excitement waver with her nephew's uncertainty. She was exasperated. But she knew she had to cover the irritation she felt. It was hard for a man to understand just how upsetting it was for a woman to be interrupted in the midst of clitoral stimulation.
She swung her legs off the bed and grabbed her jogging shorts.
"You're not mad are you?" Kendall asked, sensing the sudden change in her mood.
"Of course not, sweetheart!" she blurted, hugging him to her big breasts. He touched one and let his finger stray to the nipple. But Roslyn had to pull away. She was on edge now. Caught between desire and relief. She could hardly stand for the nylon of the jogging shorts to touch her flesh. And when she pulled her halter up to fasten it, she gave a gasp of frustration.
"You okay, Aunt Roslyn?"
"Sure I am. But I'll be better when we do more of this."
"When?" Kendall looked up at her with adoring eyes.
"Maybe tonight. But it's not easy to get out of my room with Evan there. He knows when I'm not asleep."
"Yeah. We sure don't want to get caught."
"Nope," she laughed, pinching his muscled bottom. "We sure don't."
Chapter Four
"Wait'll you see these prints!" Ronnie said. The darkroom she'd set up wasn't as convenient as the one she had at home. But the corner of the basement she'd found was plenty good enough. It was light tight, cool and had running water. It took her less than a day to get her equipment set up.
"Why didn't you just send them to the photo shop to get them developed?"
Ronnie gave her sister a look. Even in the dim red glow from the safety light Josie picked it up.
"You know why I couldn't let just anybody develop them."
"Ronnie, you make me sick! I mean, if poor Roslyn knew what you were doing."
"I didn't even tell you about the last batch I snapped off. Oh wow, they're really out of this world."
Josie hugged her thin arms and frowned. "Last batch? You mean day before yesterday? After we got home from the airport?"
"That's the ones." Ronnie put the negative in the enlarger, slipped a piece of print paper under the clips and gave it five seconds. Then she eased the print into the first bath.
"Who would you have been taking pictures of?" Josie went on, "There was no one around. Kendall and Aunt Ronnie were doing yoga and..." Josie bit her lip and swallowed hard. "Were you down there at the guest house again?"
Ronnie giggled. "My Nikon never lies."
"Oh God. To think I have a sister like you!" Josie turned as if to leave.
"Hey, don't open any doors now, damnit. You're stuck here for a little while."
"I don't want to see a single picture you took! I won't look even if you hold one up in front of my face!" Josie was shaking a slender finger at her, her face set in a frown. Ronnie laughed again.
"Oh! Look at this one!" She put it in the stop pan and swished it around with a large pair of tweezers. Ronnie felt her body surge with pleasure as she gazed at the image. Her aunt had just wet the tip of Kendall's cock when the picture had been snapped. Ronnie was happy to see that she'd had her settings right for the shot. The fast color film she'd been using was even better than she'd hoped. It showed the subtle shades of blue of Kendall's glans, the pink of her aunt's tongue. It even reproduced the strain on the young boy's face as he watched Roslyn wet him with her spit.
"Sure you don't want to peek at this?" Ronnie asked again. Josie stood with her back turned.
"You can't believe what our loving aunt has been doing," she teased. As she slipped another negative into the enlarger she heard Josie turn and come back over to the table. The gasp from her sister didn't surprise Ronnie. And she just stood there staring down at that photo too.
"Aunt Roslyn is doing this?" Josie shook her head. "I don't believe it."
"You've got eyes haven't you?" Ronnie was watching the next picture come up in the bath. This one was a clear exposure too, and showed the milky droplets of cum hanging from Roslyn's chin as she tried to wolf down all of her nephew's jizz. The slick stuff shone brightly in the photograph. And the tightness of Kendall's belly was clearly defined too. Roslyn's fingers curled excitedly around the boy's shaft, his balls hanging loose and low. Trembling with excitement, Ronnie hurriedly prepared another print for the bath. She noticed that Josie had shut her bitching up and was examining each picture as it developed.
"Wow, this is when it was actually spurting out," Ronnie exclaimed, wanting to rub a hand down between her thighs. In the photo Kendall's cock had pulled back a little from his aunt's mouth. A white streak seemed suspended in the air above his glans. The look on his face was unforgettable. He looked like he was either in hell or heaven. Maybe a little of both, Ronnie guessed.
"I think I'm a little sick," Josie sighed, looking at the last picture.
"Why?"
"All that... white stuff. I just shudder to think of anybody eating it!"
"It isn't poison, you know," Ronnie said, frowning at her blond sister. "It's probably got all sorts of protein in it. Maybe even some vitamins."
"Yuuuuccch!"
"Didn't you ever eat snot when you were little?"
Josie turned from the table of photos and went to stand by the door again. "Please let me out when you can, I think I need some air." Ronnie finished the photo she had in the bath and covered her printing paper and went to let Josie out.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asked.
Ronnie shrugged. "Nothing special. I just like talking photographs."
Josie looked at her hard. "I think you should burn them." And then she was gone.
Ronnie finished up in the darkroom and took her finished photographs up to her room to dry in their mats. She'd just come downstairs again when the phone rang. It was Uncle Evan asking for his wife. He wanted to take her to lunch.
"Aunt Roslyn went somewhere an hour ago with Kendall," she said, careful to keep her voice from insinuating things. "But I'm not doing anything. Why don't you take me to lunch, Uncle Evan?" Gallantly her uncle agreed. Ronnie hurried upstairs and got into a sleek, silk dress. Josie was moping around downstairs when she started out the door.
"What's wrong with you?" Ronnie asked.
"Those pictures of yours. They're disgusting."
"What were you doing with all that douche stuff in the tub this morning?" Ronnie asked, a wicked tone to her voice. "Was that disgusting too?" Then she padded down the steps and hurried to the bus stop. She had less than half an hour to make it to her uncle's office.
As she got off the bus at the corner of Twelfth and Maple, a whistle made her turn. Just a guy in a phone company truck on his way downtown. But she let him see her profile twice before smiling. He whistled again and disappeared in the traffic.
Ronnie knew she looked good. In this dress, with her eyes and nails done, she looked more sophisticated than her nineteen years. She had a full-blown yet graceful figure and the red silk accentuated every bit of it. She went down the block to her uncle's office. Crossing the street she glanced to see how many eyes were on her. A thrill went through her body when she saw a delivery man elbow his partner to look up from his paper. The men exchanged words concerning her.
Something vulgar no doubt. Ronnie wished she could hear it. Then she saw the gesture and knew that they were discussing the size and shape of her breasts. Or maybe her ass. She went by a glass front and took careful glances at her reflection. Yes, she was really put together! And her olive complexion and dark, fine hair gave her an exotic look. She turned in at Uncle Evan's office and went up to the secretary.
"Is Mr. Henderson in? He's expecting me for lunch." It was plain by the look she got that the girl didn't suspect Ronnie was merely her boss' niece. Ronnie didn't make an effort to change the girl's opinion. It was somewhat of a disappointment when Evan came out and introduced her.
On their way to lunch that disappointment was quickly forgotten.
"You are absolutely stunning today, Ronnie," Evan told her. "If I'd known you'd show up looking like this, I would have asked you in the first place, not Roslyn."
The restaurant was a fancy one and, throughout the lunch, her uncle's looks were not lost on her. Sometimes he openly stared and Ronnie found herself blushing more than once.
"Is something wrong, Uncle Evan?"
"On the contrary, it's very right. You have turned into a beautiful young lady."
"You're sweet to say that."
"It's true. You make me feel like taking the afternoon off. Besides, being seen with you on my arm will be good for my practice."
"Roslyn is just as pretty as I am."
"But she's quite a bit older," he smiled, reaching under the table to pat Ronnie's knee. It was the kind of pat an uncle would give a niece. But under the circumstances, Ronnie felt something else. She finished her drink slowly, thinking about the afternoon. By the time they got in her uncle's Chrysler her heart was pounding.
He was a very good-looking man. His brown hair curled long over his ears and collar, giving him a youthful appearance. And Evan took care of his body too. He had a muscular, almost athletic build. His gray suit looked elegant and people treated him with quiet respect everywhere they went.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked, pulling out onto the street.
"Gosh. I don't really know."
"It'll be your decision. The only places I know would probably bore you. I'd like to do things from a more youthful perspective for a change."
"Let's go to the beach!" Ronnie said at last, bouncing in the seat.
"We're not exactly dressed for it," Evan said, laughing easily.
"Then we can get undressed for it." She gave him a curious look. But her words hadn't shocked him. He merely shrugged and kept driving. Ronnie was overjoyed when he pulled the car off on a dirt road which wound down the cliffs to the ocean. They came to a locked gate and Evan got out and fished a key from his pocket.
"You own this place?" Ronnie asked when he got back in.
"It's a secret. Roslyn doesn't even know." He gave her a warm look, a look of a secret shared. "But now you do."
"Cross my heart, won't tell a soul." She squeezed his hand excitedly. Evan didn't let her have it back. He drove slowly down the road and parked by a small cottage. While he went back to lock the gate behind them, Ronnie kicked off her shoes and walked down to the sandy beach. It was warm and the waves did nice things in the light as they came towards her. She heard her uncle behind her and turned. He'd shucked his shoes and rolled up his pant legs.
"What do you use this for?" Ronnie asked.
"Since you know half the secret I guess I can tell you the rest." He rubbed his nose and smiled. Then he fished a silver flask from his jacket pocket, opened the ornate hand-carved lid and offered the flask to Ronnie. She swallowed just a little, expecting something strong and rough. But it was the smoothest Scotch she'd ever tasted. She took a mouthful to quiet her nerves.
"I kept a girl here for a year or so. She was young. Too young perhaps. She was trying to be an artist and all that sort of thing. Didn't even eat meat..." Evan smiled. "Except on occasion."
Ronnie shivered, wondering if he meant what she thought he meant. "You had a mistress then."
"Sure did. But she was forever getting tangled up with other men her own age."
"How old was she?"
"Nineteen." Evan slipped an arm around Ronnie's waist. The suggestion was all too obvious. And Ronnie couldn't say she didn't enjoy it. It was flattering to any woman to have attention from a man. Even if that man was her uncle.
"Would you like to see the beach house?" Ronnie and her uncle headed up the beach. The place was spacious-appearing though not very large. In the closet in the bedroom, Ronnie found a negligee hanging among several of her uncle's shirts.
"Pam never even wore that," he said off-handedly. "I bought it for a surprise but she was gone when I came to bring it." Ronnie held the thing up to her body and twirled. It looked as if it might have cost a hundred dollars. "If it fits you, you may have it," he said at last. "Of course you'd have to try it on first, I suppose."
Ronnie blinked her dark lashes at him. "I suppose." Evan left her alone in the bedroom.
It didn't take her thirty seconds to peel off her dress and slip the lovely creation over her head. Since she never wore panties she was naked underneath. And since the gown was translucent, her dark triangle showed through when the light hit just right.
"It fits perfectly, Uncle Evan," she called through the door.
"Aren't I going to get to see you in it?" he called back.
Ronnie's nipples burned with a sudden rush of excitement. To actually model the thing for Uncle Evan seemed so daring. Especially knowing the history of the gown. Though his mistress had never really worn it, it had been purchased with her in mind. A girl exactly Ronnie's age. The implication was just all too much! Ronnie went over close to the door.
"I don't know, Uncle Evan. I feel funny about it."
I'd be disappointed if I never got to see it on someone, he said. "And you're much prettier than Pam was."
Trembling, Ronnie opened the door and stepped out. The sun was slanting through the big windows that covered one side of the room. She had to walk between them and her uncle. As she walked, she knew that he could see her body clearly through the gauzy silk.
"It's lovely," she told him. But before she could cross to the bedroom again, Evan took her wrist. He made a sound like a lost puppy and before Ronnie knew it he was on his knees, hugging her soft belly against his face.
"Uncle Evan! Ohhh God, please don't!" His mouth burrowed warmly against her navel. She shivered, felt her long fingers curl sharply against the nape of his neck. She could hardly think any more! His breath warmed her flesh. His hands cupped her full, firm ass and then she felt his fingers spread to touch more and more of her. The silken gown was pressed between her cheeks. Uncle Evan was kissing her pubic bone, rubbing his lips against the tautly curled cushion of black hair. A rush of juice made the inner surfaces of her cunt slide together.
"Oh God," her uncle gasped, "I can smell you. You're so lovely, so fantastic!"
"We were just supposed to go to lunch together, Uncle Evan," she moaned. But beneath the thin veneer of her resistance, Ronnie found herself wanting this good-looking man! She could hardly conceal her desire. He lowered her to the thick carpet, his mouth sending shivers up and down her flesh.
"Ohhhh God, we shouldn't do this, Uncle Evan!"
"Yes we should!" He was sliding a hand under the hem of the gown. Ronnie wasn't hypocritical enough to grab his wrist. She writhed with pleasure as his palm warmed her knee and then slid slowly up the inside of her thigh. Evan touched her so gently, moved so slowly. In a few seconds she was panting hard, grinding her teeth together. He let his lips brush her face for the first time. She closed her eyes to escape any more guilty thoughts. His mouth was hot against her neck. She whimpered like a hungry animal. His hand moved another inch up her thigh. She rocked her hips slowly, heart pounding. Then her uncle's mouth found hem and they kissed in an unbelievable burst of sensual fury. At the same moment Evan brushed a fingertip along the closed lips of her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed when he pulled his lips away. He closed his teeth down on her earlobe and nibbled gingerly while his finger began to probe up and down against her furred mound. Ronnie was sure that she'd never really understood this thing between a woman and a man. She'd dated mere children before. And this was a man with his hands on her! She felt glorious! She moved eagerly with his touches.
"Your cunt is so plump and warm," he whispered.
"Ohhhh, Uncle Evan, I feel like I'm floating!"
"You taste wonderful. So young, so sweet!" He continued to kiss her ear while his finger worked teasingly along the slippery crevice that was still closed. Ronnie didn't want to act wanton. She didn't really know how to act. But after Evan had petted her swollen pubes a dozen times or more she was crazy with wanting him to push inside! She began to roll her ass against the rug. She was panting harder than ever. And that was exactly what her uncle seemed to want. He was luring her into a frenzy! She was about to grab his hand herself and force it up inside her bunt. But somehow she kept her tan thighs together.
"I want you to be my mistress," Evan breathed. His tongue teased up along her cheek until they were kissing again. She sucked it between her teeth without a shred of reluctance. Her body was in control now. And her body wanted more touching, more kissing, more...
Ronnie could stand it no longer. When her uncle pushed the gown up around her waist and started, to pet her, feverish around again, she gave a cry that was almost a growl and drew her knees up and apart. As her thighs opened, her outer cunt lips parted with a wet sound as the folds came unstuck. A musky perfume permeated the air. Her uncle growled too and his teasing finger went deep into the squishy heat of her crevice. He felt up along her slit and when she choked on a sob of passion, he began to knead the hot little bulb of her clit until it swelled from its hood.
"Whhuuh... ohhhhh shit!"
"You like my finger?"
"I'm crazy about it!"
"You want me to keep feeling you?"
"Yeeesssss!"
"Inside?"
"Ohhhh God yessss!"
"Hasn't a boy ever finger-fucked you?"
"Not like you're doing, Uncle Evan!" She kissed his neck, bit his chin. Evan moved his finger gently clown her slit until he found the pulsing, taut opening of her cunt. He petted and rubbed the tender edges until she was pumping her hips in the instinctive movements of carnal desire. Then he pushed into her with one easy movement.
Ronnie's back and buttocks came off the floor as she was penetrated by that finger. Evan moved again and it went in to the last knuckle. There was a slurpy sound as he moved it inside her pussy. Her dripping folds closed their velvet surfaces down around him and squeezed. He gasped as he felt the tight, hot embrace of her insides.
"Oh God, baby, you'll be doing that to my cock in just a few seconds."
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhh Uncle Evan!"
"You do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"I want you so bad I'd die for it!"
"You want my cock inside your body, don't you?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"You beautiful little bitch! You lovely little wildcat!" The way her uncle had said the word bitch sent a thrill through Ronnie's body. She'd never dreamed that a word like that could excite her. But it had! She wanted to be her uncle's bitch! Ohhh Christ, it was blowing her mind. He knew exactly how to treat her! She was wriggling and moaning on the rug as his finger entered her cunt and pulled back. In and out in a slow dance against her sensitive membranes. She dug her nails against his neck, kissed him furiously.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh Jesus, I'm burning up!" She let her palm slide down over his shoulders. "Why you're not even undressed yet!"
"I'll fix that," he said, easing his finger out of her pussy. She strained down against the touch, hating to feel it go. But Evan was undressing now, peeling his shirt and trousers. She gave a little cry when she saw the way his underwear was crammed so full. "I'll let you take these off," he said, smiling at her.
Ronnie was trembling when she put her fingers against the elastic band that ran around his waist. The skivvies fit his body tightly, showing off his muscles. She began to ease them down. His cock hair was brown and thick. She saw the veined base of his shaft next and then the down-curled shape, trapped in his shorts. It bobbed up quickly, surprising her. Her Uncle Evan was circumcised and the added cover of flesh made his big cock look even bigger.
"Ohhh God! It's... so... fantastic-looking!"
"Touch it, Ronnie. Please touch it."
She held the weight of his cock in her palm and then curled her fingers around the foreskin. Underneath the protective layer of flesh she could feel that barbed head throbbing. Ronnie squeezed and heard her uncle groan. Her eyes went wide as she saw the effect she could have on him. She squeezed again and felt the slippery glans slide under the foreskin. Her uncle began to tremble. He was on his knees before her as she sat crosslegged, the gown thrown back to reveal the damp curls of her pussy.
"You lovely bitch," her uncle murmured and the word sent her off again. She licked her lips as she began to ease his foreskin back. She knew that some way that swollen knob inside could be exposed. She'd read enough sex books to know that the glans was the sensitive part that rubbed against a woman's buttery insides until the friction became unbearable. Then a man's seed spurted out; Ronnie knew because she'd had a boy's prick inside her body once. He'd been in a hurry. The rubber sheathing his cock had rubbed against her body in an irritating way. Before she'd really learned what was taking place, her boyfriend had bucked, moaned and filled the rubber with jizz.
Ronnie was easing her uncle's foreskin back. And as she watched, the dark-blue head of his cock emerged from the tight roll of flesh. It glistened in the light from the windows. It looked like some exotic animal with a single blind eye.
"Ronnneeeee!" he gasped, watching her through heavy-lidded eyes.
"Am I hurting you?"
"God no!"
"It's so big! It's so hot!" She worked the foreskin back some more. Now the plump lobes on the underside of his tip were in view. Ronnie let a finger slip up across them and felt her uncle squirm suddenly from the light friction. Her finger came away with a slick smear across the knuckle. She knew at once that Uncle Evan was far too tender there for anything but a mouth or a pussy. That was why his foreskin protected the head until time for him to fuck. All these thoughts thrilled her. The juice was beginning to leak from the edges of her pussy to make a dark spot on the rug between her thighs.
"Ohhh! I can see all of it now! It's beautiful!" Evan held her face between his hands and bent down to kiss her. As he kissed her she became more and more excited. And as she became more excited she squeezed his cock. A shudder of pleasure went through her body. Her uncle sensed it and pushed her down on the soft carpet. She had to let go of his cock. He pushed her thighs apart and moved between them. The next thing she felt almost drove Ronnie wild.
"Ohhhhh! Uncle Evan, what are you ohhhhhh!"
His tongue had pushed her inner cunt lips apart and he was starting to suck on the velvet folds in a tender, teasing way. She could feel the hard tip of his tongue riding over the sensitive surfaces. Her hands wanted to grab him and pull him up hard against her. But she was almost afraid to go that far. She knew that once she got started she'd go crazy. Her body tingled and burned. Her nipples pushed out hard and firm. They were dark-brown fingers on her tits and instead of grabbing Evan's head, she used her hands on herself, thumbing her nipples as he ate more deeply of her pussy.
"Nhhhuuuh!" she groaned, rolling her ass on the rug. He petted her cheeks, squeezed the inward curves of her waist. He was appreciating her body! Ronnie knew he was! It was so exciting to be appreciated.
"I want you now!" he whispered, letting his tongue actually slip inside her pussy. She trembled as he fucked her with it. The edges of her cunt were pumped up with blood. She could feel the rough-soft movement and it made her ass go hard against the floor.
"Yhhheeesss!"
"I've got a rubber."
"Ohhh don't use it! I want to feel you inside me!"
"But darling, what if I impregnate you?" He smiled, kissed her belly. "I don't think my wife would approve." Something about the word "impregnate" really got to her. It made her almost wish she could really let it happen. It sounded so sexy, so frighteningly final! She pumped her ass up and down as Evan continued to kiss the outer surfaces of her vulva.
"Couldn't you just... uhhhhh! Couldn't you pull out in time?" She bit her lip. "Ohh! Uhhhh! Nhhhaaahhh!"
Uncle Evan was breathing hard, pulling himself up over her body. As his mouth kissed her belly, then her chest, she wallowed beneath him. His lips caressed a nipple, sucked it in. She squirmed as the sensations went through her. It was bringing more juice pouring from her pussy. His teeth were working then and she gasped and pulled his head hard against the softness. Her breast was flattened out some by the pressure of his caress. Ronnie could feel that thick, hot prick against her thigh. She quivered, knowing that in a few seconds her uncle was going to wedge it into her young, eager body.
Their mouths brushed and she teased him a few times before letting him kiss her. Then he took her hands and made her reach down between their bellies. She grabbed his throbbing shaft firmly and guided the smoldering, glossy tip up her crevice. It fit into the hollow of her cleft with a little pop. Then she was squirming, crying out with wild and babbling fury as Evan began to pump his hips. He moved slowly, letting just the tip expand her muscles.
"I'm opening up around you! Ohhhhhh Goddamn!"
"You're nice and tight and hot," Evan groaned, holding her ass firmly. He wedged his glans inside her and stopped. She could feel her velvet surfaces squeezing him, relaxing. They kissed again, slowly, tantalizingly. Ronnie let her fingers flutter along the hard shaft of his cock until she touched the place where he had penetrated her. Her smallest folds were all bloomed out like a rose.
"Ohhh Uncle Evan... do it to me some more. Please put your cock deeper! Please!"
Evan burrowed his mouth into her neck and as she babbled happily he began to give her short, sharp jabs. She felt her pussy squish as he speared her. Her outer lips clung hotly to Evan's shaft. He felt so hard going in! So hard and hot! Her fingertips traced the spot where his cock disappeared. She could feel it going in inch by beautiful inch. And inside her things were being moved out of the way to make room for him.
"Ohhhhhh darling!" she moaned, nipping at his shoulder. He gave another plunge and she felt his balls thump solidly against her ass. She humped her back down against the rug and that opened her to the final inch.
"All the way!" she gasped, "it's all the way in!"
"Baby, baby!"
They kissed again and Ronnie couldn't keep her plump bottom still any longer. Not that she'd been doing such a good job of that anyhow. She was plunging now, fucking furiously at that rigid, feverish shaft that had penetrated so deeply into her soft cunt.
The touch of her uncle's muscular body pressing her down into the rug was like a dream she'd had. A real man! A man who was enjoying her and digging her youthful femininity. He kissed her hair and her face and his hands searched her soft hollows and bumps. She rubbed her big tits against his hairy chest and groaned and carried on all she wanted. She wasn't the least bit self-conscious about enjoying herself. She could feel that hard prick sliding into her and out of her. It went in easily and came out not so easily. It was that barbed knob that tended to cling to her insides just as those swollen folds caught at it.
"Uhhhh! It's so damn good I don't want it to ever stop!"
"If we don't slow down a little, it'll be over quick," Evan laughed. They stopped screwing for a few moments. But Ronnie could hardly keep her mouth off his, her hands off his body. She began to stroke his asscheeks and then was reaching between them again to feel his balls in their sac.
A tremor of emotion shuddered through Ronnie's body. She had the strongest feeling about what was happening to her. She felt an unmistakable tug at her heart. She knew she was falling hopelessly in love with her own uncle.
"Do you love me, Uncle Evan?"
"Of course I do," he laughed.
"I don't mean like that. Not because I'm your niece." Their bodies were moving again and the words seemed to fade as Evan once again felt her asscheeks with a rough urgency. He kneaded them, pinched them until Ronnie squealed. His cock drove in and out of her body. She could feel her juices dripping down her ass, spotting the rug. She rubbed her pubes upwards against her uncle's hard body. Then he was forcing her thighs even wider. She hooked her heels around his back and fucked with savage exhilaration.
"Nhhuuuhh!"
"Ohhh baby."
"Uncle Evan! Ghhhaaa!"
"Hold on, darling, just hold on to me!"
"Evan! Uncle Evan!"
Her ass bumped against the floor with a steady, frenzied rhythm. Evan's prick was stabbing her deeply. He'd pull it all the way out and then ram it deep again, ram it to the hilt. But there was no pain. She was so slick that it went in like a knife. She dug her nails into his back and bit her tongue.
"I've got to pull out!" he groaned. Ronnie dug her heels into his ass and fucked her ass around in wide wild circles. She could hear what he was saying. But her climax was so close! So very close!
"Gonna come, Uncle Evan! Ohhhh don't stop yet!"
"Have to, darling... have to!"
"Uncle Evaannnnnnn!"
"Baby, baby!" He kissed her mouth. She bit at his tongue as she felt her tickling pussy burst to sudden flame. She was coming! It was a fluttery itch that turned into something else. Something she'd never be able to describe to another living soul! She rolled her hips, rocked them from side to side. Her clit was a raging bulb of sensitivity now. The juice streamed out to coat it with protective lubrication but she rubbed it harder and harder against the hilt of Evan's body.
"Stop, Ronnie! You've got to stop and let me pull out!"
But she dug her heels harder against the crack of his ass. He gave a grunt of frustration and then she felt the shudder go through him. It was something powerful, timeless. It was the beginning of the convulsions that would shoot his white seed into her belly. For an instant she was afraid. But then her fingers had his balls and she knew that it was too late for that.
"Honey... ohhh Ronnie darling!"
Uncle Evan knew it was too late too. He had her pinned to the floor. His muscled body ground her down, drove the air from her lungs. He was trying to impregnate her now! It was that instinctive drive to mate successfully with the female of his choice. And she was so happy that he'd chosen her! She wanted to receive his seed. She wanted all of it spurted deep into her womb. Her legs kicked high in the air as the acute fury of her climax raged through her. She cried out and flopped her head from side to side as she grasped two fingers around the base of his cock. She could feel the thick surges of cream flowing through that little tube. The spurts came every few seconds. Evan was jetting his semen into her pussy, kissing her, loving her. She scissored her thighs even tighter around his body as her silky-soft insides squeezed the jizz from his balls.
"I must be out of my mind," he said, looking at her for the first time since the convulsions had taken them away.
"We really goofed up, didn't we?" she said, looking a bit sheepish. She was a little scared now. But the warm afterglow of their lovemaking was too good to ignore. She wanted to absorb him, drink in those potent juices. It was too damn late anyway. Why worry until there was something to worry about. Evan looked worried.
"When was your period?"
"I don't keep very close track, Uncle Evan." She tried to remember but couldn't for the life of her.
"Damn."
"Oh Uncle Evan, let's not worry about that now. It was so wonderful. I've never felt anything so good." She kissed his nose. "You're the best lover in the world."
He let out a breath, smiled finally. "And you're lovely. I wish you weren't my niece, then I could move you into this place."
The thought of having such a lovely house for her very own made Ronnie tremble.
"Oh, couldn't I use it anyway? Couldn't we pretend? Roslyn wouldn't have to know."
"I guess she wouldn't. You could come over here in the daytime anyway."
Ronnie covered his face with kisses. "Then it's mine? I can use it?"
"Sure." Evan held her hot body against him. Inside she could feel his slick cum beginning to leak from her pussy. She tightened her hole to keep it in. Her uncle's cock shrank a little more. She touched the base of it and was surprised that something so hard and thick could wither so quickly.
"A man isn't good for much after he shoots his stuff, is he?"
"No baby, he isn't. And a woman like you can really get it all."
A thrill of pride went through her. She relaxed as her uncle eased his cock out of her pussy and wiped it off with a clean handkerchief. She used the handkerchief to blot her cunt and then wadded the cloth into a ball to keep. She had to have something to remember this first time by.
"You're sure you can't remember when you had your last period?"
"Maybe a week or two ago, I don't know."
"Oh hell, that's wonderful." He shook his head, then shrugged and turned to pull her naked body against his. "We'll just have to wait and see I guess."
Ronnie didn't want to think of that awful possibility. She just wanted to feel her uncle's warmth against her. And she wanted to think of the next time he would fit his tumid prick into her soft pussy.
Chapter Five
Josie hadn't had a decent night's sleep since she'd been in the darkroom with her sister. That picture of Kendall and her aunt had done it. She could hardly close her eyes without seeing the glistening shape of his cock all covered with Aunt Roslyn's spit! And though the temptation to touch herself was powerful, Josie had kept from it. After injuring her hymen with that douche wand, she'd stopped that little ritual too.
But there were problems. To clean her cunt she had to use soap, didn't she? And soap was slippery and sexy feeling when it was against her skin. She would soap her fingers and quickly pass them through her slit, thinking hard of something like airplanes or spaghetti or lawnmowers. It only worked for a while. Especially when she kept remembering how it had felt that one time with the douche wand. She'd had a climax, a shuddering, breath-stopping come! The sensation and its accompanying emotions had made a deep impression upon her. She knew that her body hovered on the edge of a chasm now. It was as if a certain part of her waited expectantly for the other part to give in at last and indulge that turbulent need. Josie stopped taking baths. She took cold showers instead, cleaning her twat as quickly as possible. Then something happened to get her going again.
It was a Wednesday evening and she was somewhat bored. Josie was afraid of boredom because of what could follow. She always thought of those damn photos Ronnie had taken and when she thought of the photos she thought of Kendall and his cock. He was always hanging around, of course. Josie couldn't stand to be in the same room with her aunt and her cousin. She just knew that some sort of secret message was being exchanged between them. Whether it actually was or not didn't matter. The electricity was too much. But it wasn't her aunt and cousin that got to her, that Wednesday.
Josie had decided to watch a little after-supper television. She'd come around the corner from the kitchen to the hall and had almost run into them.
Ronnie and Uncle Evan. He had his arms around her and she had hers around him. They were kissing... really kissing. Josie was barefoot and knew that her uncle hadn't heard her yet. But Ronnie glared at her from over Uncle Evan's shoulder. Josie retreated as quietly as she could to her room. In just a few minutes, Ronnie tapped. When the door was closed behind her, Ronnie started to explain.
"I know it looks funny, Josie," she started.
"I don't think Roslyn would think it's very funny." Josie tossed her head. She hated to feel self-righteous or condemning but that's exactly how she felt.
"Look, I've got to talk to someone, it may as well be you." Ronnie sat on the bed. Her hands were shaking. "I'm having an affair with Uncle Evan."
"You're what?" Josie could hardly believe it. But she was surprised that she wasn't repulsed by this secret. Instead she felt her body tingling just as if she'd stroked her clit.
"Yeah, we're doing it. As often as we can." Ronnie hugged her shoulders. "Ohh God Josie, it scares me. I never knew what fucking was all about until Uncle Evan..."
"Don't tell me, I don't want to know."
"Yes you do. You're about to pee your pink, embroidered panties to hear it." Ronnie glanced at her. Josie coughed and moved her fingers away from the crotch of her jeans. Her sister was right. She was burning up with curiosity to imagine someone like Evan fucking her very own sister. Uncle and niece! It was boggling her mind.
"Maybe you don't want to tell me."
"I've got to get some of it off my chest." She pulled at a wisp of dark hair over her ear. Josie thought Ronnie's face looked flushed. "But I swear to you, Josie, that once a girl really gets fucked good, she can't help but want more."
"It sounds scary."
"It's wonderful. Uncle Evan has a beautiful cock! It has all kinds of bumps and curves on it and when he shoves it into my pussy I just about freak out it feels so good."
"I really wish you'd keep these things to yourself..." Josie began to fidget.
"Ohh God, Josie, he really knows how to get a girl excited. He put his mouth against my pussy. He ate me out first. Then he kissed my tits until I was half crazy."
Josie got up and paced her bedroom. She could feel her juices flooding out. The nylon crotch of her panties was soaked through by now. She didn't want her sister to think she was really interested. But one question burned in her mind.
"Did it hurt?"
"Ohhh God no! It felt like paradise!" Ronnie got up and paced with her. "The way a man is built it kind of rubs a girl in a certain way. And after it rubs long enough..."
"You come," Josie finished for her.
"Yes! You come! It's got to be the best thing in the world."
"Did he come inside you?" Josie asked, forgetting her reticence.
Ronnie nodded and shot her a worried look. "I'm scared stiff that I might be pregnant. It's been ten days since we did it that first time. I won't know for a while."
"Oh God, Ronnie! You're crazy to be so careless."
"If you knew what it feels like, Josie. If you just knew." Ronnie turned to the door. "Uncle Evan is taking me and Roslyn to a movie. She invited herself along when she found out at out it. I think she suspects that Evan has taken more than a friendly interest in me."
"You really think she does?" Josie couldn't imagine what might happen if Roslyn became suspicious.
"Evan is a pretty smooth talker. Maybe he can keep her cooled out." Ronnie smiled. "I've got to go. Thanks for letting me talk a little."
Josie watched the door close behind her sister and then stripped off her jeans. Her panties were clinging to the sparsely haired lips of her cunt. She peeled the nylon away from her flesh and gave a shiver as the hunger ate at her will.
"Ohhhh damn. Why is all this happening? It's like everybody is trying to torment me."
She dug though her drawer in search of a fresh pair of panties, then remembered that she'd meant to wash some out by hand that very night and hang them to dry in the bathroom. She couldn't stand to put her juice-damp ones back on.
"I'll just leave them off, damn it." She shucked her blouse and threw her terry robe around her shoulders and knotted the tie in front. "If I don't go watch some television now, I'll really be in trouble."
The movie was a loser but Josie stayed curled in the corner of the big sofa anyhow. She cooked up some popcorn and tried to think of anything but sex. With nothing on beneath her robe it wasn't easy. Twice she caught herself sneaking a finger down to pet the closed but feverish lips of her cunt. It was the back door slapping shut that made her jerk upright. Kendall came in and plopped down next to her.
"Mind if I watch the show with you?" he asked, reaching into the popcorn bowl without invitation. Josie watched him like she might observe some wild and unpredictable animal. All she could think of was the way her aunt's lips looked fitting around the head of her cousin's cock. She was trembling, her cunt steamy with excitement. And she was trying so hard not to be excited. She wished that Kendall would stop staring at her long, white legs. Maybe she should have put her panties back on even if they were a little juice-smeared. And this damned robe didn't have any buttons. She pulled it tight around her neck and tried to concentrate on the TV show.
She wasn't at all ready for, what her cousin did next.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down on the couch hard. His mouth went against her neck. It was hot and wet and she could feel his tongue too.
"Kendall! What's got into you!"
Before she could escape, he had a leg wedged between her thighs. The robe came open at the top and bottom. Only the tie held it closed around her waist. Kendall pumped his hips against her and kept on licking her neck. She struggled wildly but he was far too strong for her to handle.
"I've been wanting to do this for weeks," he gasped.
"Don't! Ohhh stop!" She beat her fists against him but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head. Then he kissed her mouth. Josie kept her lips clamped tightly but he kept licking her until she was whimpering. She turned her face to the side but he only kissed her ear then, nibbling her earlobe until she was whimpering. The strange, giddy thrills were chasing through her body again. She was breathless with the way his body felt pressing her down into the sofa.
"Wouldn't it be nice?" Kendall said, voice suggestive.
"No! I mean, I don't even know what you're talking about."
"You know what I'm talking about."
He was trying to kiss her chest now. Josie struggled frantically. She kicked her willowly legs in a frenzy of anger and fright. But Kendall weighed too much. He kept her pinned, kept her wrists tightly grasped. His chin parted the front of her robe. She could see one quivering breast exposed, its pink nipple jutting up invitingly.
"Don't! Please! I'm begging you!"
Kendall looked up briefly before opening his mouth wide and sucking her soft, white tit between his teeth. Her back arched as she felt his tongue dance over the raised nipple. A tendril of pleasure shot down through her crotch. She bucked, kicking wildly again. But Kendall's tongue raked and teased her. The friction was soft and rough at the same time. She shuddered, felt the strength ebbing from her body. She was losing the struggle. She couldn't even think clearly any more. He nursed gently on her, the spit running down her chest.
She shivered again. Her legs fell limp and Kendall growled and wiggled his hips between them. She could feel the lump in his jeans. He pumped the swollen place against the underside of her mound. Another jolt of excitement went through her. Her backbone arched and she let out a long sigh.
"You like it, don't you?"
"Nooo!"
"Nobody's here tonight except us," he whispered, tonguing her other breast now. She tried to move, tried to twist to the side. But the nipple was sucked between his teeth and he chewed gently.
She cried in helpless agony as the juice leaked hotly from her slit.
"Let me go, Kendall! If you don't let me go I'll scream."
He had his pants open in front. She could feel him fishing his cock out. Then he was trying to pull her hand down towards it. She shook her head and babbled with fear.
"Come on, touch me!"
"Nooo!"
"It'll feel nice," he laughed. He mouthed her breast again and Josie felt her tummy heave with the fresh storms of excitement that went through her.
"If I touch you will you let me up?" Kendall thought a moment, nodded. "Okay." They sat there on the sofa, Kendall's arm firmly around her shoulders. Her robe had been pulled half off her body it seemed but Josie didn't dare make a move to cover herself. Kendall was breathing hard. He was like a maniac. She was afraid she might set him off again if she did anything he didn't like. As she watched, he squirmed his jeans down and off. Then his skivvies. She looked away from his nakedness. His thigh was warm against her own. If only she could pull her robe across her naked loins. But her feverish pussy was exposed, the fine, blond curls glistening with her own moisture.
"Well, here it is?" Kendall said, hugging her against him. She put her long fingers down and let them touch his shaft. "Go ahead and grab it."
She grabbed it. It felt heavy and dense. The skin moved easily along the shaft. And she could almost see her aunt's mouth covering that dark-blue tip. She trembled as her cousin's hand slipped around her side. He began to rub the underside of her small tits, using both hands now. She was panting. And when he let his fingers graze her nipples it was enough to make her faint!
"Ohhh Kendall, would you please let me go up to my room?"
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I'm scared."
"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you."
"What are you going to do?"
Kendall looked down at her closed thighs. He ran a finger along her unblemished flesh and then petted the plump lips of her mound. Josie swallowed. Her hand trembled as she grasped his rigid cock harder. Don't squeeze it, she told herself.
"What would you say if I told you I wanted to kiss you." He pressed a finger against her slit. "Down here."
"Ohhhh God help me!"
Kendall had already slipped to his knees. She was glad she didn't have to hold his cock any more but now he was on the rug before her trying to force her knees apart. She started to fight him but remembered how crazy he'd gotten before. Slowly she let him open her thighs. The outer lips of her pussy opened with a soft smack. Kendall stared at the dainty pink petals of flesh. He licked his lips.
"You're unbelievably beautiful," he murmured. Then he kissed her thigh, kissed the other. Josie's mind spun. He was kissing his way towards her cunt now. And what could she do to stop him? "You smell wonderful." His lips lightly touched her mound. She gave a whimper of defeat. It was awful! Her own cousin. She wanted to die. But then his tongue licked out, forcing her pubes apart. As the wet heat was dragged across her clit Josie's belly sucked in under her ribs. Then she let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh God, Kendall! Ohhhh God in heaven!" He licked her again. And again. The spit leaked down her crevice. He burrowed his chin deeper, his lips, his teeth! She felt her muscles going limp. She felt her muscles going limp. She widened her thighs to let him eat more of her. She felt like she couldn't get enough of that! That mouth! So soft. So hot.
"Kenny! Kenny!"
"Mmmmmmuuuhh," he moaned through his nose. The smack of her juices against his lips sounded so sexy! And it felt even sexier. Now he was lapping her like a dog. Licking her like a lollipop. Josie growled. She'd never growled in her life. But now she was growling, pumping her boyish hips up and down on the sofa cushion.
Kendall grabbed her legs and pulled her hips out until they were at the very edge of the sofa. With her pussy hanging over the edge, he pushed his face between her thighs again. The smacking noises were louder now. He licked the flesh surrounding her pubes and wallowed his teeth hard against the velvet pink membranes. Then he was touching the little opening the doctor had made so many years before. He was trying to fit his tongue up inside her!
"Nooo!"
"God, you're a virgin. I guess I knew you were. But I never saw one before."
"Stop! Kenny!"
"I'm not going to hurt you." He touched the magic spot, licked it lovingly. Slowly Josie relaxed again, let him tease her with the rubbing movements that sent her half wild with desire. She had blanked her mind out. She didn't want to think of anything, of the possibility that this was wrong. Because it felt so right! She was being forced against her will after all. There wasn't a thing she could do about it.
"Nnnnhhuuh," she groaned, moving her hips again. Her ass muscles were as tight as steel cables. She was shivering with tension as Kendall began to stroke her clit again. He knew just how to lick it. It felt so hot when his spit flooded out over the taut bulb. The nubbin had risen from its hooded folds and seemed to pulse like a tiny bomb. She rocked her pelvis and dug her long fingers into her cousin's hair.
"Whhhuuuuhhh!"
Kendall increased the tempo of his licking. She knew that he was trying to make her come. And she could feel the first tickling madness begin around the edges of her pussy. Her belly heaved wildly now. Her breath came in strangled gasps. Her nails dug against the sides of his face as she humped her back down to push her dripping crevice up and apart. He licked with wild groans of pleasure. His tongue seemed to be flicking everywhere at once. The smacking, sucking sound of her cousin eating her pussy! She was wild with it all. She couldn't get enough. She grabbed her small breasts and began to massage them. Almost immediately she was coming!
"Oh! Ahhhhh! Kendall! Kennneeeee!"
"Yeah, baby," he gasped between licks, "do it! Come for me!"
"Mmmmmm! Huuuuhhnnn! Whhhuuuhh!" She pumped her trim ass like a person having some kind of fit. And she was having a fit! She could feel the pulsing hunger of her body feeding on itself, feeding on the hot, wet friction of her cousin's mouth. He pushed his face up hard between her quivering white thighs. She flopped wildly against the sofa cushion. And then the raging flames shot through her arid she wiggled and writhed in ecstasy, her ankles locked so she could squeeze Kendall's head between her thighs.
"Ghhhhuuuhh!"
It was the sound of something slapping with a steady rhythm that made Josie open her eyes. She was so weak, so exhausted that she couldn't move a finger. She stared dazedly at her cousin. How had she gotten on the floor? He was kneeling over her, his cock jerking. It was jerking because he was pumping it with his closed fist.
"You got me so hot, baby..."
"Don't," Josie whined, trying to turn, trying to get onto her hands and knees. But she was too weak to make it.
"A guy can get blue balls if he doesn't finish what he starts."
"Ohhhhhh Kendall," she babbled, "not on me! Don't do it on me!" Somehow she had managed to roll over. She was crawling on her belly across the rug. Her robe slipped from her body but she kept squirming forward. The next thing she felt was Kendall's body covering her back. His stiff cock went between the firm halves of her ass. Her pussy had leaked so much that she was very slippery down the crack of her ass. Kendall grabbed the fronts of her hipbones and lunged forward.
Josie tried to scream when she felt the head of his cock enter her rectum. It went in deep enough for her muscles to close behind the swollen glans. In her fright she squeezed her sphincter hard.
"Whhaaa!" Kendall screamed, lurching wildly, trying to drive into her. He lurched again and Josie could feel his fingers clawing at the white cheeks of her ass. She had clenched him hard with her asshole and couldn't seem to let go. Then he was gasping, the hot cream spurting up into her guts. He kissed her back wildly, bit at the nape of her neck.
Josie relaxed then and felt his shaft slide up inside her to the hilt. She wanted to scream, to curse him for doing something so perverse. But as he fucked in and out between the cheeks of her ass, another emotion flooded through her. She felt almost as if she were really getting fucked. From the front. The right way. And in her imagining, she grew excited again. She moved her ass up and down against his hot fucking. Kendall kissed the side of her face and rubbed her breasts as he spent his semen and then fell limp against the long, white shape of her body.
"Ohhhhh Josie, I didn't mean to do that. I just started hugging you and it slipped in." He moved his cock gently, let it rest. Josie tightened her ass around it and let out a pent-up breath. She didn't know what to say. Didn't know whether to be mad or happy or what.
"I think I'd better go to my room now," she said.
"I want to talk to you."
"Please get up off me. Please?"
Holding her robe around her nakedness, Josie fled. When she got to her room she threw herself across her bed and began to sob softly into her pillow.
Chapter Six
Roslyn was sure of it now. Her niece was in love with her husband. Though Evan had not betrayed himself in any way, the looks Ronnie kept giving him were obvious to all but the most insensitive observer. The lovely, dark-haired teenager was hopelessly caught in his web. Roslyn wasn't sure whether the two had committed themselves physically but if Evan had been fool enough to go that far, he was certainly being discreet about it. Roslyn experienced a vague jealousy. The more she thought about it the worse it got. A couple of times she thought of confronting the two of them with it. Something made her hold back. Perhaps because she knew how guilty she was of even more shocking indiscretions than Evan.
Still, it rankled her that the nineteen-year-old daughter of her sister could make such inroads in such a short time. But then weren't the inroads actually being made into her? Roslyn could almost see that thick, hard prick of her husband being forced into the quivering girl's pussy.
"The son of a bitch. A teenager like Ronnie too. Imagine!" But there she was jumping to conclusions. She didn't really have any hard evidence to go on. Which led her back to her own hypocrisy. How could she expose anyone when her own situation was so delicate?
"If only these two female brats hadn't come to visit in the first place!" But what did she care? She had her summer's entertainment planned out. And it was only just beginning. For a few days Roslyn was content with this thought. She had been letting everything lie fallow between her nephew and her. She didn't want to come on too heavy and frighten him away. Then on a Friday evening she decided she could wait ho longer. Her pussy needed some good hard cock! The cock of Kendall spearing her with his unrestrained eagerness. She knew Evan would be working late at the office. He'd told her beforehand. Ronnie was in her room reading. The field seemed open when she descended the basement steps to the playroom. But instead of finding Kendall shooting pool by himself, she found her niece Josie there too. And the tension in the room was strangely familiar. It had something to do with sex. Something very much to do with it.
As Kendall sank the four ball in the corner pocket, he glanced up with a smile.
"Hi, Aunt Roslyn, want to play?"
"Oh I'll just watch for a while," she said, hoping that she could chase the silky little blond off with her presence. But when Kendall blew the next shot, Josie seemed intent on the game. She pocketed three balls in a row and was about to line up for her fourth shot when Roslyn broke the silence.
"You didn't learn to shoot pool like that hanging around in a pool hall, did you?"
"My brother has a table. He taught me." Josie was biting her tongue, about to shoot, Roslyn couldn't restrain herself.
"Don't you think you should give your cousin a break?" It was enough to break the pretty blond's concentration, and she blew the shot. Roslyn was so overjoyed that she almost clapped her hands. "Would you two like me to get you something to drink?"
"I'll take a beer," said Kendall in an overly familiar way. Roslyn wanted to slap his face but she wanted to pull down his pants and suck his cock too. She looked to Josie.
"Nothing for me, thanks." The girl's blue eyes were telling her to leave them alone. Roslyn smiled to herself. No chance, honey, no damn chance at all. She was halfway up the steps when she heard Kendall's urgent voice. Roslyn pretended to ascend, moving her feet on the steps so the two teenager's would think she'd left them alone. Then she tiptoed down again to listen.
"Please, Josie! I guess I feel lousy about the other night."
"It was just an accident. I don't want to think about it."
"But you have been thinking about it."
There was a rustle of silk. Roslyn remembered then that the pretty blond was wearing a long, silky dress of pale blue. She crept closer to the doorway and peeked around. Kendall had his arms around the lithe, boyish figure of her niece. Josie was frozen, one arm extended behind her to brace against the pool table, the other holding the cue. It was plain to see that she was resisting her cousin somewhat. But only somewhat. As the kiss went on Roslyn heard a soft moan escape the girl's lips. She had turned her head to the side. Kendall was softly caressing her long, white neck with his tongue.
"Kendall... Kendall!"
"I want you so bad."
"I don't even want to talk about it." Josie twisted away from him and walked unsteadily to the opposite end of the pool table. Kendall watched her chalk her cue.
"I've been all mixed up," Kendall continued. "But it's not Roslyn I want. It's you."
"You've already had Roslyn," Josie sulked, pushing blond hair back from her ears. Roslyn wanted to shake the little brat. How did she know that Kendall and she had been getting it on? How did anyone know? Her heart pounded. Now she suspected her nephew.
"She wanted me to do it," Kendall said, coming around the table towards Josie.
"Well I don't." She started away but he grabbed her wrist. Roslyn watched, holding her breath.
"Yes you do." Kendall kissed his cousin and she moaned again. When Roslyn saw her nephew's hands slide down to Josie's ass she was on the verge of rudely interrupting them. But Josie broke it off first.
"Stop! I mean it, Kendall." She stepped back and wiped her mouth with a swipe of her thin hand. "I don't even want to kiss you after seeing those pictures."
"What pictures?" Kendall asked.
"The ones Ronnie took! The ones of you licking..." Josie shuddered and turned away. She had the look of someone who'd blurted too much at the wrong time. Roslyn couldn't hold back any longer. She charged into the playroom, her face red with anger.
"You little slut, what are you talking about? What pictures?" She grabbed Josie by the shoulders as Kendall stared. He looked like he was in shock. Roslyn was crazy mad. She started to shake the frail girl. Tears burst down Josie's cheeks.
"It wasn't my idea!" she cried. "Ronnie took them. I thought they were disgusting."
"Why don't you leave her alone?" Kendall said, stepping forward.
"You shut up, you little bastard!" Roslyn spit. She pushed Josie back against the pool table end hurried to the basement darkroom her niece had set up. The prints were well bidden beneath a cardboard box but she found them. One by one she tore the enlargements in pieces and stuffed them in the wastebasket. It was the sound of a car starting that made her turn from her destruction and run upstairs again. She got to the kitchen just in time to see her Mercedes backing down the driveway.
"I didn't know Josie could even drive," she mumbled to herself. Kendall ran down the lawn after her but Josie got the car in gear and squealed off down the street. He came back to the house, dejected.
"She was really freaked."
"I'm freaked too," Roslyn snapped. She had to have a drink. She wanted to be good and drunk when she confronted that wiley bitch of a niece who'd invaded her privacy. She grabbed a bottle and stalked outside to sit by the edge of the pool.
Ronnie had heard it all. She'd been on the landing, listening to the screams and accusations. A couple of times she'd almost bolted herself. And then when Josie had taken off she knew that there was really no getting away from the scene. So as soon as her aunt had taken a bottle go to sulk by the swimming pool, Ronnie had made herself a very stiff drink. And then another. The third one she carried downstairs where Kendall was shooting pool again.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, drifting in casually. She was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans and a t-shirt. Her big breasts did a good job of filling it out too. She could tell that Kendall was about to ask some embarrassing questions. He seemed more embarrassed than she was. "Yes, it's true. All true." She sipped her drink. "From what I heard my aunt tore up all the prints. But I could still show you the negatives if you'd like." She giggled. The whole thing seemed so humorous. Except for the fact that she was afraid she was pregnant. And her Uncle Evan didn't seem to have the time to bother with her any more. Though she really couldn't say whether his excuses were trumped up or not, she felt cheated of attention. After the one really fantastic fuck of her life she was suddenly being avoided like the plague. Was her uncle running scared? But all men were, weren't they? She came around the table toward Kendall.
"Is Aunt Roslyn really that good of a fuck?" she asked, eyes twinkling.
"I... uhhh. Well, I really don't think I should talk about it."
The liquor beat through her veins like wildfire. A sudden surge of excitement made Ronnie realize how horny she was. It'd been more than a week since Evan had fucked her. Oh how she wanted more cock. She took the pool cue from her cousin's fingers. He swallowed hard. His chest moved up and down faster than normal. Ronnie was amused.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked. "Sure I d-d-do."
"Wouldn't you like to see more of them?"
Kendall shrugged, stepped back.
"You know when I saw you naked through the window it really turned me on," she blurted. Good old booze, she thought. It sure loosened things up. "And when Aunt Roslyn was sucking your cock, I thought how nice it would be to do the same thing." Ronnie grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and skinned it up over her head. Her big tits bounced free on her chest. Red-faced, Kendall stared.
"You know Aunt Roslyn is out there somewhere," he mumbled.
"Fuck Aunt Roslyn!" she blurted, then laughed hysterically at what she'd said. "You did fuck her didn't you?" Her cousin nodded shamefacedly. Ronnie licked her lips. "What if I wanted you to fuck me?"
"She's gonna raise hell if she finds you down here without your t-shirt," Kendall said. He looked about to run for his life.
"That door locks, doesn't it?" Ronnie asked, jerking her head towards the only entrance to the playroom. "Why don't you go lock it?"
Everything swirled as she watched her cousin do what she'd asked. But when he turned, he stayed well away from her. She wiggled out of her jean shorts and watched him watching her. Without panties she felt more eager to have it than ever. What did it matter after all? The whole house had gone stark raving mad.
"Aren't you going to make love to me?" she asked silkily, climbing up and sitting on the edge of the pool table. She picked up the cue lying near and caressed it with her fingers like it was a cock. Kendall just kept staring. He looked like he wanted to come to her but didn't know exactly how to go about it. Ronnie watched him with her big dark eyes as she put the end of the cue up to her lips and licked it. The smooth wood glistened with her spit now.
"Ohhhh God I want to get fucked so bad," she sighed, putting her heels on the edge of the table. This position opened her pussy like a hot, dripping flower. She pushed the big end of the pool cue down against her crevice and worked it up and down. The smacking sound of her folds clasping around it made Kendall hug at his belly. It amused Ronnie to tease him like this. It was like watching a person slowly lose his mind. When she eased the thick, cock-sized handle up into her pussy, her whole body shuddered with the feelings.
"Uhhhh! Ohhhh!" Her hips lurched as she began to fuck in and out with the thing. Kendall licked his lips. He was trembling, blushing, coming apart.
"Don't hurt yourself. Ohh God, be careful, Ronnie!"
"Mmmmmmuuhh! Feels so good!" The bright light glistened off her skin. She fanned her toes, tucked her heels even tight er against the cheeks of her ass. Her pussy was a dark, glistening wound penetrated by the long pool cue. She held it halfway up the shaft and moved it around in circles inside her. A line of spit spilled from the corner of her mouth as it went deep against her womb. She began to jerk her hips where she perched on the raised edge of the pool table.
Kendall started for her then. He was undoing his pants, jerking at his shirt. She eased the cue from her pussy and let it clatter to the floor. Her cousin was moaning, jumping around on one leg as he tried to get his skivvies off. Then he was shoving against her, pushing between her thighs. She closed her ankles behind him and grabbed frantically for his cock.
"Put it in me, darling!" she babbled drunkenly. She could feel the cockhead so hot against her outer lips. She shoved it down her crevice and her juices quickly coated his dry skin with slickness.
His prick felt so fat, so pumped up with blood! She rolled her hips as she pulled him up onto her, onto the green felt of the table.
"God, Ronnie! Ohhhh Jesus, you're so soft! Your tits are so big!"
"Bigger than Josie's, aren't they?"
"Wow..." He kissed one tit shyly but she grabbed his head and pulled him down hard. "Bite me, damn it! Ohhhh hurt me a little." She was squirming again, trying to get the head of his cock into her pussy. She arched her back and then humped it down against the table. Her cousin's cock slipped into tight vortex of muscles and with a wet, slurpy sound penetrated her a good four inches. Yes, it was very good, Ronnie thought.
"Hot inside...!" Kendall murmured, mouth pressing into the hollow of her neck.
"You're nice and big too," she gasped, running her fingers down over the muscled cheeks of his ass. She pulled him forward. His cock went in to the hilt then and a rivulet of her juice spilled down the underside of her ass and spotted the green velvet.
"Yuuuuhhh! Ohh! Whhhuuuh sooo good!"
"Oh Ronnie, oh shit!" He kissed her face wildly. His young hips bucked, drove down against her. She felt his weight, the slender hardness of his body. But they were both very excited. And because she was full of liquor, Ronnie knew that the boy would come first. That would leave her right where she'd been before.
"Stop! Stop now, Kenny, please!" He stopped moving and she rolled him onto his side. Gingerly, kissing his face to make, it easier, she rocked her hips back until his cock flopped free of her body. She took it in her fingers to look. The rigid thing was at least seven inches long and throbbing like a time bomb. She petted the slick surface, smelling her own, pungent musk. Then she began to use her tongue near his balls. Kendall raised his ass up from the table and made a sound deep in his throat. It was a gurgling, strangled sound and Ronnie opened her mouth then and sucked his balls between her lips. She flopped and petted them with her tongue while the young boy writhed.
The booze had made everything perfect! She loved the way his spongy eggs felt in her mouth. She grasped his rigid shaft firmly as she sucked the slippery orbs. And while she sucked, she began to move her body around on the table so that her pussy was closer to Kendall's face. She hoped that he would take the hint. She wanted to have her clit sucked in the worst way!
"Yesss!" she gasped, letting his balls bounce out against her chin. Kendall had grabbed her soft thighs and pushed his head between them. Her ass squeezed tight as his tongue explored her crevice. Her vulva was swollen tight with blood. Every lick, every caress made her shiver and gasp for air. She grew wilder now, grabbed his shaft with both hand's. Making a soft circle with her lips, she pushed them down over his glans and took him as deep into her throat as she could.
"Uhhhh Ronnneee!"
Ronnie popped her lips fret of his glans and sighed. "Do it to my cunt, Kenny," she begged. "Ohhh do it to me right there!"
Kendall began to nurse softly against the taut bulb of her clitoris. She dropped her mouth around his cock again and let her tongue go wild up and down the shaft. She knew that if she worked too hungrily at the bulging glans, her cousin would cream in her mouth before she really got started. She wanted to come too. She wanted that more than anything else.
Now they were in a perfect position. Ronnie had wedged her feet against one edge of the table so that her thighs went on either side of her cousin's face. Her pussy was at just the right angle for him to lick. And her mouth fit down over his cock just as nicely. She could grind her hips around, bathing his face with her steamy juices and nurse furiously at his cock at the same time. Her belly heaved up and down against his chest. Her breasts dragged heavily across his abdomen, the nipples excited by the friction of their movements.
And now she could really feel her clit getting a good work over. Kendall had extended his tongue and worked it down under the little folds that usually covered her sensitive nubbin. He sanded the base of it where the nerves connected to her body. He used his lips to pull the bead out on its stalk. Even his teeth nibbled her there and she babbled madly and pumped her ass up and down. Her pussy was forced down even harder against her cousin's open mouth. She felt his teeth cutting into the velvet tissues. She wanted to be bitten!
"Ohhh! Ohhhh Kennneee!"
"Mmmmm!" he gasped, wallowing his face back and forth across her swollen pubes. The sound of juice and spit crackling among her folds was, a sensual music that increased her fever. She had her mouth around his tip again, working her tongue frantically across the dark-blue flesh.
"Ohhhh it's gonna explode," she babbled, feeling the tension of his cock. It was jumping in her hands, bulging hotly against the roof of her mouth! She bit at it, let the glans pop past her tonsils. She gagged then, her throat closing down around it just behind the flared crown.
"Bhhuuuhh!" Kendall groaned, lapping at her clit until the tiny stalk had raised itself free of the surrounding tissue. A tiny spurt of pee jetted from her body. Kendall didn't seem to notice. Ronnie had never been so excited! She was coming! Coming hard!
"Ohhhh baby!"
"Yuuuhhh!"
They clutched each other, mouths working furiously as the pounding ecstasy burst through theft bodies. The calves of Ronnie's legs swelled out. Her belly heaved. She drove her mouth up and down on her cousin's cock until she became aware of a sour flat taste. With her tongue she caressed the tiny orifice at his tip. A fountain of thick cream jolted out. The next spurt spattered forcefully against the roof of her mouth.
They rolled onto their sides on the pool table, hips pumping, jizz spurting from the corner of Ronnie's lips. It was the first time Ronnie had had a man's cum in her mouth. It was so different from what she'd imagined. It wasn't gross at all! It was thrilling! To feel that surging power, those hot, sharp spurts. She rubbed her tingling clit up and down as her cousin licked her like a dog might. She pulled her tongue into a trough shape and moved it up and down along his cock as the white curds boiled out. She swallowed them noisily.
"Whhuuuhhh!" Kendall cried.
"Mmmmmm," Ronnie breathed, pulling her soft lips away from his glans, then curling her tongue under the ridged part to lap up one last drop of cum. Kenny shuddered and went limp. But his cock continued to pound as stiff as before.
"God, Ronnie, that just about wiped me out! You're fantastic..."
"Let's do it again," she said, smiling silkily. She turned around so she could kiss him with her cummy mouth. But now that the sharp burn of their climax was over, Kendall looked distracted. Ronnie licked the tip of his nose. "What's wrong lover?"
"I was thinking about Josie. I'm worried about her driving around alone."
"Forget about Josie. She can take care of herself."
"Where would she go?" Kendall bit his lip. "Some guy might try and give her trouble."
Ronnie felt cheated. She got up from the table and pulled on her t-shirt.
"You were probably thinking about my little skinny blond sister all the time you were fooling around with me." She had her shorts on now.
"No, I really wasn't!"
"Oh to hell with you!" Ronnie cried. "You Goddamned men are all alike!" And she unlocked the door and fled up the stairs. She needed another drink. Sure, that's exactly what she needed. To wash the taste of her cousin's jizz out of her mouth.
Chapter Seven
The Chrysler moved swiftly along the coast road. Josie could see the reflection of the dash lights in her uncle's eyes. He seemed quiet, thoughtful. But then he had plenty to think about. After she'd blabbed all that stuff about Ronnie taking pictures of Aunt Roslyn doing simply unutterable things to Kendall out there in the guest house. And yet Uncle Evan hadn't been as upset about it as she'd thought he would be.
Josie could see the moonlight on the ocean. For the first time since Evan had left his office with her she realized they weren't heading back home.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you at your work," she said. "I know you've got lots of important things on your mind."
"Nothing is more important than your problems baby." He reached across to pat her hand. "It sounds like you've been in the middle of a madhouse."
Yes, Josie thought. And her uncle was part of that madhouse. But she hadn't, admitted that her sister had confessed to the affair she'd been having with him. Unless Ronnie had made the whole thing up. Yes, that might have been it after all, Josie thought. It was hard to believe that Uncle Evan would actually seduce his own niece. For a moment she almost got the nerve up to ask him about Ronnie. But she couldn't quite get it out.
"Where are we going, Uncle Evan?"
"I think it would disturb you too much to go back to the house tonight," he said. "I've got a nice little place out, on the ocean. You'll be more comfortable there. Until I have time to iron some of this crap out with Roslyn."
Josie watched her uncle drive. She'd found him working late at the office in a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt and tennis shoes. He seemed younger to her tonight, almost like a boy her own age. But that was a ridiculous thought. For one thing, Uncle Evan had a muscled, mature body. His chest was hairy. And when he looked at her there was a different caste to his eyes. Josie squirmed on the seat. She had felt tingly and strange ever since her cousin had grabbed her in the basement. She hadn't been able to get certain things out of her mind the past week. Like the way he assaulted her the night she'd been watching television. Her tight little ass still glowed from the memory of having been penetrated a little. At odd times of the night and day her pussy would get juicy and hot.
"I don't have any of my things," she said, breaking the silence. "Just what I've got on."
"You won't even need a dress out here," Evan said, looking at her across the darkened car. "It's a very private place."
Josie didn't say anything more until they'd pulled down the dirt road and Uncle Evan had opened the gate. She pulled the car through for him and watched him lock up behind. A tremor ran through her belly. She felt so odd. Like she'd been spirited away to some exotic prison. When her uncle got back in the car she turned to him.
"Are you sure it's okay for me to stay here alone?" she asked in a scared voice. "I get frightened sometimes..."
"You won't be alone," Evan said, squeezing her hand again. "I'll be here." He drove on down to park in front of the beach house. Josie could hardly stand up when he opened her door. She felt like a scared animal. What would make her sense danger like that? Were her instincts trying to tell her something?
Evan slipped an arm under her body and half carried her to the house.
"You're light as a feather," he said, caressing her blond head with his finger.
"I... I'm so mixed up, Uncle Evan. All these awful things that have been happening." She just had to ask him about Ronnie. It had become a burning thorn in her side. Had Evan really taken her older sister as a lover? It made her dizzy with fear to even consider it. For now she was alone with her uncle as well. And his fingers felt so strong and warm under her breast.
He took her inside and made her sit by the window while he fixed a drink for them. The moonlight illuminated the room with a soft, blue glow. She wished her uncle would turn on the lights though. Josie took the drink he offered and sipped it without asking what it was. It had a pleasant, fruity taste and she swallowed more.
"Gosh I sure feel tense," she admitted.
"You have every right to be," Evan said. He put his hand on her shoulder and left it there. Josie knew she had to ask that damned question or cut out her tongue.
"Uncle Evan... I..." She swallowed more of her drink. It spread a warm energy through her belly and she cleared her throat and started again. "It's about Ronnie. She told me something that disturbed me. It was about the two of you." Josie felt her ears burn. "I hate to even say anything. What she told me was that you and she had..."
"Made love together?" Evan said, smiling easily. Josie nodded and drank more from her glass. "Ronnie wanted me to take her to bed but of course I refused."
"Because she was your niece," Josie blurted, smiling with relief that she'd been wrong.
"No, because Ronnie wasn't the niece I really wanted to take ta bed."
"She w-w-wasn't?" Josie squeaked, her voice breaking on the last syllable. She could hear the ice rattling in her glass. She used both hands to steady the drink. She thought of getting up but her legs wouldn't work. And her pussy was throbbing in such a strange way.
"No." He took her drink and set it aside. Then he brought one of her thin, white hands up to his mouth and kissed the palm until she whimpered. Evan pushed his fingers through his curly hair. "You're the one I really want. I want to kiss your white skin, feel your hard little tits against my chest. I want to let you feel my..."
"Ohhh God nooo!" Josie cried, lurching forward in the chair. She was as weak as a kitten. Her uncle slipped his arms under her legs and shoulders and carried her to the middle of the deep carpet. He made her lie down on her back as he began to unbutton the front of her dress.
"I'm a virgin," she squealed, resisting.
"I hoped you were. But it wouldn't have mattered really." He uncovered one of her young, firm breasts. She caught at his face as he lowered his mouth around it. But then his tongue made her forget to fight. She strangled on a scream. Her nipple was being sucked forcefully between his teeth. His tongue roughed the sensitive nub of pink flesh.
Josie's slender body whipped against the rug.
She couldn't control herself. The friction against her breast was so wet and hot and rubby. And her uncle's hands were moving her dress down, down. Now she could feel his hot palm against her belly. He patted her like a frightened animal as his spit leaked down the side of her chest.
But his fingers peeled the sheer material down over her hips now. He yanked it off her legs and the sensation of having nothing but her panties on made Josie roll onto her belly and try to squirm away. Her uncle let her crawl halfway across the room on her hands and knees before he grabbed the elastic of her pink panties and yanked them down to expose her bouncing white ass. She gave a cry as he pushed his mouth against one cheek and bit down.
"Uhhh! Uncle Evan! Ohhhh stop that! Ohhhh this is awful!" He pushed her down as he licked her spotless crack. The feel of his tongue going between the pump halves of her bottom made her shiver. She didn't know whether to be shocked or angry. She was too excited to be either.
It was like some strange dream. This beach house. Her and her uncle alone here. He kissed his way up to the small of her back. He began to nibble at her back.
"You must take a bath three times a day," he whispered. "You're like Snow White."
"Uncle Evan, this isn't right. What you're doing to me..."
"It may not be right but it sure is fun." He rolled her over and grabbed her panties again. They were tanged around her thighs and as he peeled the nylon crotch band from her pussy it came away wetly. The cool air on her pubes made her shiver.
"I don't want you to make love to me!" She grabbed his head and tried to push his face up but he was licking her thighs with slow, titillating slurps. He had her panties down around her knees now. She struggled again to get up. He pushed her down on her back and yanked her panties off. She watched him nuzzle them hungrily, smelling her smell, licking her juices. Then he gazed down at her long-legged nakedness. She had her thighs pressed as tightly as she could and hid her seeping crevice with both hands.
"Every boy has a dream like this," he told her. "And like most boys, mine didn't come true. I never met my virgin. My blond virgin." He licked his lips. "Until now. Now it will come true."
"Uncle Evan, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." He started kissing her belly. She couldn't do anything but let him. And the sensations were tingling up and down her body. She was aware of his hot breath, of his hungry fingers. He seemed so tan and masculine against her white helplessness. He was burrowing down between her thighs now but she kept them clamped together. Then his tongue flashed out against her fingers. She had them curled tightly under her mound. His tongue went in and out between her knuckles, looking for a chink in the armor.
"Nooo!"
"Yesss, baby, yes!" He was pushing his tongue between her little finger and the one next to it. Even that wet friction was tearing her up. Josie had never suspected that the places between her fingers could be so sensitive. She writhed on her back on the rug as her uncle pushed harder. His tongue was slipping in between her knuckles now. Deeper. Deeper and wetter and hotter.
"Uncle Evan... don't lick my cunt! Ohhhh I'm begging you not to."
"You want me to! It'll feel so good, darling. Just relax and let me lick it."
"Whhhhhaaaa!" she babbled, her ass squirming as he pushed through her clutching fingers and up against the hot, tumid membranes. She felt him take her wrists now and gently but firmly pull them apart. Her cunt was exposed, completely vulnerable to his mouth now. The moonlight streamed across her body. She trembled, drawing her knees up a little as Evan licked slowly along the length of her virgin crevice. He started at the bottom again and repeated the sensual movement of his tongue. Her ass muscles were tense and hard as a rubber ball. But he was forcing her legs apart, wiggling his body between them as he gingerly ate at her pink insides.
"Huuuhhhnnn!" she whimpered. She felt so naked, so helpless on the rug. Her Uncle Evan was a strong, willful man. He wanted to fuck her. He would fuck her. "Noooo!"
"You're wonderful to eat, little darling," he breathed, licking her swollen vulva like he wanted to chew it up and swallow it. Josie could feel how she'd become plump and hot down there. She felt all pumped up with blood and her nerves seemed especially close to the surface. She could feel everything Evan was doing to her. And when he pressed the tip of his tongue against the little slit in her hymen she felt that too.
"God noooo!"
"It'll only hurt a little," he soothed.
"Oh no! Noooo!" But he grasped her ass firmly with both hands and reinserted his tongue. She was writhing, kicking her heels against the floor. She even beat against his head with her small fists. But her uncle stabbed his tongue up suddenly and she felt a stinging pain. She froze, her head thrown back, her body arched sharply up from the floor. Only her ass touched the rug now as she jerked with fear. Something terribly weird had happened to her. And she could still feel it happening. Her Uncle Evan's tongue was being pushed into her pussy!
"Nhuuuuhh!" Yes, it was going in. She could feel it like a small cock, or like the douche wand she'd used on herself. But it was thicker and rougher and hatter! It rubbed back and forth, back and forth. The sensitive surfaces near the edge of her pussyhole tingled with pleasure. Yet she could still feel the sting of being ruptured.
"Ohhhh, you're killing me!"
Evan fucked her with his tongue until her muscles shivered and relaxed. She knew by how deep he was going that she was no longer a virgin. She'd never been fucked with a real human cock, but she was no longer pure. Her blond hair tangled across her face as she tossed. Her slender thighs tensed as Evan tongued her as deeply as he could reach. The rough lick against her inner velvety insides made her clutch at his head again.
He pushed her heels up against her ass as he continued to bathe the underside of her pussy with hot spit. She felt more vulnerable than ever. But she couldn't fight him now. The bewitching sensations that flooded her senses were like some drug. She couldn't get enough. She knew it was wrong to writhe there under her uncle's mouth. But God it felt lovely!
He stopped kissing her long enough to gaze into her sex-dazed eyes. She could see the blood on his lips. Her blood.
"Ohhhh, what have you done to me?"
"You'll be a woman when I'm through," he said softly. Uncle Evan reached for her firm, white breasts. She went all weak inside when his palms grazed the nipples. Why did she love him to touch her like that? Why were her tits so tender?
She was pulled up into a sitting position. She and her uncle sat crosslegged facing each other. She could see the heavy jut of his prick. It looked so huge that at first she wanted to run. But he made her curl her fingers around it, touch it everywhere.
"You've got to be ready," he told her. "I don't want any fear to ruin this first time for you. That's the mistake most men make when they have their first virgin." He brushed the hair back from her ears and gave her a loving look. "I hope I can be better."
Her breasts heaved up and down as she squeezed the throbbing thing that he wanted to ram into her young, soft body. Her uncle's tongue had felt big enough. How would she ever be able to take this?
"Kiss me down there," Evan said. He didn't sound mean but his voice had a commanding edge to it. Josie knew that she'd have to do what he wanted. She held his cock with both hands now and got on her knees. The moonlight illuminated the tight cover of his foreskin. But he was so erect that a tiny patch of blue glans peeked through the opening at the tip. She could see how slick he was. She held a deep breath, put her dry lips against the side of his white shaft and pulled back.
"No, you're still afraid of it. You have to be completely free of fear."
"I'll be scared of this thing until the day I die," she cried, trembling.
"Maybe so, but I want you to try again." He moved his hips, fucking his cock up into the tight grasp of her fingers. Josie watched the foreskin slip back from the glans a little. "Kiss me there. Where it's slick."
"Ohhhh no!"
"Do it, Josie."
She leaned down again. She could smell the musky maleness of his prick, it wasn't a bad smell. It even made her a little excited to be that close to what a man was really all about. But that swollen, tumid knob that her fingers were uncovering! It looked like something from outer space.
"Kiss me there, Josie!"
She took another breath and licked her lips. Her heart thudded in her chest. Her nipples were sticking out from her small tits and her belly heaved with anticipation. Then she steeled her nerves and lowered her soft mouth down against the exposed part of her uncle's cocktip. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her down harder. She moaned a protest through her nose as her lips forced his foreskin back along the shaft. She felt the flared crown slide between her teeth and deeper. Then she gagged as it went to the edge of her throat.
"Mmmmmmm!" she groaned, her tongue flicking nervously along the underside of the huge shape. Evan grunted with pleasure and began to move her head up and down, his fingers controlling her completely. She couldn't escape, couldn't jerk away. He pumped her mouth aver his rigid prick until the saliva began to leak from the corners of her lips. The taste of it, the feverish rub of it made her dizzy! She couldn't stop her tongue either. It danced and fluttered against the plump lobes at the underside of the glans.
"Huuuuhhnn!"
"Yeah, baby, suck me! Suck me hard!"
Her cheeks pulled in against the sliding shaft.
She kept frying to push it out of her mouth. But the pressure of her tongue only made her uncle get crazier. He was rolling over onto his side now, taking her with him. Her fingers clutched frantically at the place where his cock penetrated between her lips. She grabbed his balls but was afraid to really hurt them. Instead she squeezed each one in helpless fear.
Evan held her head between his big hands, pumping his cock slowly now. It went into her throat each time and, when she bucked, he pulled it back before her strangling convulsions grew too frantic.
Then he stopped moving completely. The breath whistled from her nose as she tried to pull herself together. That throbbing monster of a cock lay quietly in her mouth as her tongue slowly washed over it. She caught her breath. Her mind quieted somewhat. Now her tongue moved even slower, touching him here, exploring a place there. She could feel all the veins. She traced the flared part and realized that Uncle Evan reacted more to this than anything else. But those two little bumps at the tip were the most sensitive. She was almost afraid to rub them much at all. With surprise, Josie realized that she wasn't so afraid of him now. His cock still took up too much room in her mouth. But she could stand it without completely freaking out.
"You look so beautiful with my prick sticking in your mouth like that," Evan said, touching her chin, touching the place on her cheek where his glans made the skin bulge out. Josie looked up at him with her big, blue eyes. There was a patina of perspiration on her forehead and upper lip. Very, very slowly he eased his cock back. Finally only the head of it rested on her lower lip. Josie didn't know why she did it, but something made her purse her mouth around that feverish tip and give it a slick, sucking kiss. God, it was a beautiful thing! All pumped up and purple like that! But her fear returned when she thought of it sliding up into her young, tight pussy.
When her uncle got up and went to a table, Josie was aware of the glowing tickle between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed like it did sometimes after a douche. She was so dizzy with excitement that she couldn't keep her hands off it. She pushed her long fingers down her belly and let one curl up under her mound. Her eyes fluttered closed. She couldn't think straight any more. She felt with fascination at the wound her uncle's tongue had created. It was ragged and tender but she could feel inside herself easily now. Something she'd never really done before. She put two fingers together and moved deeper.
"Ohhhhh!" she sighed, finger-fucking herself. She was still sitting crosslegged facing the big windows. The moon made her skin seem like alabaster. Then she was aware of her uncle's eyes.
"I hope I can remember that for the rest of my life," he said.
Self consciously she jerked her finger out of her pussy. There was a smear of blood across her knuckles.
"Ohhhh Uncle Evan, what's happening to me? I feel dizzy and weak. I wish I was home in my own bed."
"No you don't. You know you want to change all that." He crouched down beside her. She saw the leather thongs dangling from his hand. "I'm going to restrain you a little. This is so you won't panic and hurt yourself."
"Oh God! Ohhh God nooo!" She tried to get up. Her uncle hugged her around the waist, dragging her down again. He quickly wrapped a thong around each one separately and tied each of those thongs around the corresponding thigh. She was on her back, heels drawn up tightly against her buttocks and bound there. She pressed her knees together but knew that she was helpless to resist. Evan had only to part them again and push his cock into her body.
"Ohhhh, I'm so scared!"
He caught her hands then and wrapped more leather around her wrists. He pulled them up above her head and pinned them easily with one hand. That gave him the other one to guide his cock against her stretched, pink cunt.
She bobbed her ass frantically as he lowered himself between her bound limbs.
"Uncle Evan! No! Stop now! I really don't want to! It's too much to ask of me!"
"I'm not asking. I'm taking. That's how you want it too!"
"Noooo!" But his glans was touching her now. She could feel the heat of it as it pressed into her dripping crevice, slipped down along her clit. Though she was scared breathless, her body responded with fury as the smooth, glistening glans was rubbed back and forth against the pink nubbin.
To Josie's surprise, he did stop. But the urgent hunger of her body surged more powerfully when the tantalizing friction disappeared. As her uncle held his cocktip against her pink pussy, she began to pump her ass. Her folds sucked at him. She worked her hips furiously, rubbing her clitoris back and forth against the tumid crowd of cockmeat.
"Oh God, you're a wild little kitten," Evan whispered, kissing her ear. "You act like a sexless until you feel a hot cock against your pussy, then you want to eat me up."
"Ohhh damn it! Damn you too!" She bit her tongue as she rolled her ass frantically, rubbing her clit all the harder. The fury of her passion was rising steadily now. She couldn't control herself at all. She wanted to be crushed down by her uncle's body. And when he took his cock away from her crevice, she cried and tried to pull him back.
He had his mouth against hers now. She let him kiss her deeply, let his tongue slide in and out between her lips. He was holding his cock against the fresh wound in her cherry. He was pushing forward slowly, very slowly. She could feel the super-slick surfaces melting together. Her body and her uncle's. It was an unheard of sin! But the sin was eating her alive and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything.
"I'm going to fuck you now, little darling," he breathed. She stiffened her muscles against the leather thongs which held her legs back. Her arms quivered to be released. Her slender body writhed helplessly under his weight. Then she felt her belly suck in sharply with fear.
"Ohhhh, it's gonna hurt!" She tried to close her thighs but only squeezed against her uncle's body. The thongs were cutting her ankles. She never felt the pain. All she could think of was the ache where Uncle Evan's prick was stretching her young muscles wider. Her clit pounded against the edge of his glans.
Hooking his fingers over the tops of her shoulders, he held her tightly as he drove up and in. The movement wasn't brutal. But it was merciless and quick. So quick that Josie wondered if maybe he'd been merciful after all. The pain was sharp and solid against her pubes. She could feel the rest of her cherry going. A rivulet of blood spurted down her thigh.
"Yyyeeehhuuh!" she gasped, aware of her uncle's mouth against her ear. He nibbled her earlobe as he drove deep again and again. The tension of her body was unbelievable. She was straining every muscle. She was shaking with fear. But the glowing sensation that spread around her pussy was beginning to take hold. She threw her head back and forth and nipped at her uncle's shoulder. He smoothed blond hair out of her eyes and kissed her face and lips. Every time he moved another inch of hot, thick cock was driven up into her belly.
"Nhhuuh... so big! Ohhhhh Uncle Evan it's too big!"
"You're awful tight. But it fits, baby. It's going in."
"... tearing me up!" She tossed her hips around. When she tilted them from one side to the other she could feel the stiff shape of him up inside her. And now when he pulled back a little, he almost pulled her pussy out with his cock! She strained harder than ever at the thongs that held her wrists together. Her uncle still had them pinned above her head.
"Untie me! Please!"
He undid the knots quickly. She put her fingers down along their bodies. She was shaking, trying to think clearly. It was hard with that strange, tempting friction that seemed to control the whole underside of her body.
She touched the spot where she'd been penetrated and gave a shrill cry.
"There's blood everywhere!"
"You're okay."
"Ohhhh God, Uncle Evan, I'm really bleeding."
"It'll look wonderful on your white skin." He kissed her mouth hard. She touched the place where her cuntlips had been stretched around the thick shape of his cock and held them in front of her face. They were smeared with red.
But her uncle fucked inward again and she felt her slickness gushing out around him, making the penetration easier. She wiggled her ass backward on the rug. He drove her along it, humping his back for power. Then she knew that there were parts of her being touched that had never been touched before. Not even by the douche wand. Slick, soft surfaces that surrounded the mouth of her womb Evan's cock pushed against them, stretching her pussy out to fit his tip.
"Whhhuuuh!" she sighed, feeling a fresh storm of pleasure. He was fucking with a steady roll now, her clit pounding with the rhythm.
A knife flicked open and she heard her uncle sawing at the leather thongs on her ankles. They parted with a pop and she straightened her legs. A tingle of pleasure made her moan. Her pussy wasn't aching any more. Her cunt was an inferno of delicious shivers. She gasped and began to move against her uncle's in-and-out fucks.
"Put your arms around my neck," he told her. As she clung to him, he pushed himself into a squat and then rose slowly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, held up by the rigid staff of meat that skewered her thin, young body.
"Ohhhhhh God, God, God!" she babbled, her ass dancing and jerking. The barb in her belly supported her weight. And her weight was forcing her down even further on it. Uncle Evan slipped his hands under her firm ass to help hold her up.
"I don't want that thing to go right through you," he said, nuzzling her small ear again. She nuzzled back and then they were kissing, her tongue braver now. She lashed out with it, let him suck it between his teeth to chew.
He walked slowly around the room, Josie fucking herself on his cock. She could feel his hairy chest rubbing her naked breasts. She could feel the muscles in his stomach pressed against her soft feminine tummy. And she had never felt more like a woman. She knew that her uncle's cock was too big for her. She felt wonderfully stretched! And still a little frightened.
"Ohhhh God, Uncle Evan. You're really inside me! I mean, I can feel it right up against something! Ohhh, it scares me so!"
He took them over by a minor. Even in the moonlight she could clearly see his powerful body, his strong legs. And shed could see her slender female limbs clinging around him. At the spot where his cock was speared into her pussy, a red smear covered the delicate tissues. But she didn't seem to be bleeding too hard any more. She touched her asscheeks and let a finger trace down where his shaft disappeared between her pubes.
"Whhhhuuuuhhh! Ohhhh God! If I'd known this would happen!" Then she was rocking her hips again, hungry for more of the dazzling friction that made her gasp for breath. The tickling thrills built steadily now. She couldn't stop pumping her trim bottom. The heat against her clit was like a small inferno. The more she rubbed the hotter grew the tickle. Until it was no longer a tickle at all. It wasn't an itch either. But she had to go on scratching. She was losing her mind it teased her so much!
"Ohhhh... ohhhh Uncle Evan, I'm gonna come!"
Clinging to his neck with her thin white arms, Josie began to twitch convulsively, her ass bobbing and bucking. The soft suck of his cock sliding in and out of her was all she could hear. That and the pounding of her own heart. Then she let out a shuddering scream and spasms of pure pleasure jolted through her.
She almost fainted from the intensity of her climax. Her body arched backwards and she let go of her uncle's neck. He supported her with his hands as she threw her arms out and clawed the air. She was leaning out at almost a ninety-degree angle from his body. Her breasts quivered as the throes crashed through her. Her flat belly flattened even more as she fought to get enough air to stay conscious. And where her pussy clasped around her uncle's huge prick, the muscles began to contract, to milk at the invasion of male meat.
Evan turned around slowly as she jerked and trembled, her small pussy wringing his cock tightly. She was vaguely aware of a tension inside him. She could hear him gasping. His hands tightened on her asscheeks as she continued to swing out from his body in spasms of dazzling pleasure.
"Josie! Ohhhh Jesus... I can't come inside you!"
The words were clear enough but Josie couldn't seem to make any sense out of them. She knew what he meant but couldn't make her brain work to understand the real consequences of the situation. All she knew was that the cock inside her felt right! It felt completely right and wonderful and it was killing her with pleasure.
"Uncle Evan, I'm still coming! It just keeps on and on! Commmme!"
"Baby, stop! Don't keep twisting around like that..."
"Yuuuuuhhhh!" She clawed the air more fiercely than before. Her trim body flopped and shivered. He was trying to pull her up against him again. But stretching out like that made his cock press even harder against her insides. She was coming for the third time. And it was like a bullet of ecstasy ripping though her flesh. She pumped her hips furiously, the blood and juice dripping onto the rug as her uncle staggered across the room. Then he gave a sharp gasp and she felt something hot spurt deep inside her. She could even feel his cock expanding as each gush of cum shot up the tube and boiled into her body. He dropped to his knees on the rug and then forced her down on the floor again. Holding her wrists above her head he fucked her like a bull. The slap of his balls against her ass made Josie babble and drool. His thick cock plunged in and out until he had her squirming with the exquisite pleasure.
She caught his balk and squeezed them. A dribble of white sap leaked onto her hands as she touched him there. She was stuffed full of her uncle's cum! She was packed with the slimy stuff. And still she couldn't concentrate on the fact enough to worry. Everything else was too good. It was too, too good.
"Ohhhh Uncle Evan... I'm dying!"
He kissed her mouth, her chin, her neck. They were wiggling around against each other, enjoying the comfortable glow that followed the explosions. Then they were quiet, holding each other. Josie felt like a little girl again. She was starting to feel the hurt that had been done to her body. It was a wonderful hurt, but now she was a little frightened again.
Her uncle started to pull his cock out slowly. It felt like her insides were coming with it.
"Uhhhhhh, Uncle Evan! It hurts!"
He went to the bathroom and came back with a cold washrag. She shivered when he pressed it against her swollen, feverish mound. She could see the smears of blood on the insides of her thighs and on her tummy. As she trembled there, Evan wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.
"You'll be okay, baby. You'll be okay."
"We fucked, didn't we? You fucked me. And I'm your niece. If Roslyn ever found out..."
"Hey, calm down. Why should she find out?"
Josie was almost hysterical. "You fucked Ronnie too. I'll bet you like her better. She's sexier. She's got bigger tits."
"Pull yourself together, Josie. This is silly. You're a very beautiful, sexy chick. And I told you already that it was you I always wanted the most."
"Then we can get married?" She had said it to get her uncle's reaction. She got it.
"It's not so easy as that." He hugged her shoulders. "By the way, when was your last period?"
"I'm due to start tomorrow or the next day," Josie told him. She always kept a careful record of that sort of thing.
"Well, I lucked out on one of you," Evan said, smiling.
"You mean Ronnie..."
"Ronnie could very well be pregnant." Evan looked at her seriously. "You won't let any word of this slip out, will you?"
"Oh God, how can I tell anyone? Especially not Roslyn."
"Good girl."
"Uncle Evan, when can we be together again?"
"Soon, darling. Real soon." He pulled her up onto her feet. Josie smothered a cry of pain. It felt like his cock was still up inside her. She tried a couple of steps, then grabbed her abdomen and bent over.
"Oh gosh, Uncle Evan, I'm sore way up inside!"
"It was your first time. Just walk it off." Her uncle seemed preoccupied. He was dressing, paying no attention to her hurt now. Josie limped around the room but it was hard to move her legs. The ache throbbed until she couldn't think straight. Somehow she got into her dress. She couldn't consider pulling on her panties.
"I'll stick them in my pocket," her uncle told her. "I'll give them to you when we're back home."
"God, Uncle Evan, I can barely walk. Help me please." She clung to him as he pulled her down to the car. Once inside he gave her his flask. She pulled at the strong liquor thankfully, hoping that it would dull the sharp edge of her pain. But Uncle Evan seemed distracted. It was as if he really didn't care that she was suffering. Josie felt a deep disappointment. Her first experience with fucking and her partner didn't seem to give a damn. She held the bottle tightly, nursing it at intervals as the big Chrysler moved along the highway towards town.
Chapter Eight
When Roslyn found her niece dead drunk on the living room floor she didn't even try to move her. She knew that Kendall was still downstairs sulking. She could hear the clack of the pool balls. And looking down at Ronnie's inert body, she realized that she was a little drunk herself. Just drunk enough to do what was on her mind. She was going to pay her nephew back for his lack of loyalty. The fickle little bastard. She'd teach him something about sex he didn't know yet.
It took Roslyn only a few minutes of rummaging through her bedroom dresser to find what she was looking for. She'd bought the outfit long ago on a whim. It was made of black lace and silk. It made her look the part of a femme fatale better than she ever could have hoped for. The panties were of the bikini type... if you could call them panties at all. They were really nothing more than black silk strings and a narrow band of lace-edge silk that covered her pussy. They hung low on her hips and just barely covered the crack of her ass. The matching top was just as skimpy. The cups barely reached over her nipples. Her tits bulged out the top like melons ripe and ready for eating.
Roslyn made her eyes up heavily and added dark-red lipstick to complete the effect. Until now Kendall had been experiencing only her lighter, more innocent self. And how could he know about women by fooling around with someone as young and inexperienced as Ronnie? It was time for lesson number one. And Roslyn meant to be the teacher.
She came down the steps barefoot and leaned in the doorway until Kendall sensed her presence and turned.
"God! Aunt Roslyn!"
Roslyn said nothing. She just gave him a luring smile and then turned to go back upstairs. She could almost feel his eyes burning against the cheeks of her ass as they moved up and down, the silk of her panties sliding into her crack as she ascended. As she knew would happen, she heard her nephew drop his cue onto the table and follow her.
She led him to his own room. That would be the best place for her little plan. There they would have complete privacy. And Roslyn wanted complete privacy.
"Close the door and lock it," she ordered him. Like a robot Kendall did what she wanted. "Lay down across your bed and take off all your clothes." Only when her nephew had accomplished this did she show him what she held in her hand.
His eyes widened at the sight of the silk cords. They were black like the skimpy patches of silk she had on. She wrapped one around his ankle and tied the other end to the bedpost. She did the other ankle in a similar fashion. Though Kendall's face had a worried look, he let her go ahead with it. She knew she had him mesmerized. Like all men he was expecting a treat. Yes, she had a treat for him alright.
"Now your wrists," she said, coming up to the head of the bed.
"Wait a minute, Aunt Roslyn, what are you going to do?"
"I told you. I want to tie your wrists to the bedposts too."
"Well, okay." He lay back and let her go ahead. His cock was already stiff, throbbing with a steady rhythm. She watched it rise and fall on his belly. She knotted the last cord and stood back to survey her work. Kendall couldn't move any of his extremities more than a few inches. He looked at her helplessly, a sheepish grin on his face. That was the moment she chose to undo the beads around her neck. They were the pop together type, made of plastic balls an inch in diameter. Black of course.
"What are you going to do w-w-with those?" Kendall asked.
"You'll see."
Roslyn straddled her nephew's body with her cunt very close to his face. Then she stretched the silken band to one side to expose her puffy, slick vulva. The folds and lips were swollen out like a rose. She was hot and drippy with juice. One by one she pushed the balls of the necklace up into her pussy. The sensation was quite exciting. And as she groaned, Kendall reacted to the sight of her hole being filled. When all but the last bead were inside her, Roslyn pulled them slowly out again.
"I just did that to get them good and slick," she whispered.
Kendall's eyes went wide again as he watched her lower her mouth down to his cock. She pulled the tip between her lips, between her teeth. Then she bit down on it just enough to let him know that he shouldn't struggle too much.
With her hands free, she could push the beads of her necklace into the place she wanted them.
"No! Oh God, don't, Aunt Roslyn! Don't do that!"
"Nhhuuuh-huuuh!" she nodded, telling him with her eyes that it was inevitable. She pressed the first, cunt-slickened bead against his rectum and pushed. It forced the dry, tight hole apart and disappeared. As her nephew's ass closed down between the first bead and the second, he shuddered and let out a long, shaky breath.
"Nhhhhhooo!"
The next went easier and soon she was pushing the beads in quickly. There was a wet little pop each time one disappeared into Kendall's guts. He writhed on the mattress, plunging his hips this way and that but she just bit down harder on his glans and controlled the squirming enough to push each plastic ball up into him. Roslyn stopped when there were two of them still hanging out of his ass.
Her mouth softened around her nephew's cock as she retracted her teeth. Her tongue took over now, bathing and licking his swollen, tumid surfaces. The boy jerked against the cords that bound him, wiggled his hips in an agony of pleasure. Roslyn knew that the pressure of all those beads against his prostate could keep him from coming. And whenever he got too close all she had to do was pull on the necklace and another black bead would pop out of his ass. She could delay his climax as long as she desired. And she desired it for a long, long time.
Roslyn stroked his cock with her mouth in slow, tickly movements. Her tongue lashed him roughly and then teased him like the wings of a butterfly might. Kendall thrashed on the bed, his face red with tension. She used her long nails to work deeply in his balls and scratch along his belly and chest. She caught one of his nipples and pinched it gently as her tongue sucked circles around the flared edge of his cock crown. Kendall stiffened and his prick bulged suddenly between her lips. Roslyn pulled on her necklace and one bead popped out.
"Ahhhhh!" Kendall moaned, his arms muscled out as he pulled against the silk cords that held his wrists bound to the bedposts. "Ohhhhh fuck! Let me come."
Roslyn lightened her sucking and just teased him with her lower lip as she eased another plastic bead from his body. This time she pulled slowly, letting the ball come out a little at a time. Kendall's ass muscles worked as if trying to escape the torture of the necklace. The bead popped out and his cock lost some of its rigidity. With her tongue going, she began to suck him hard again.
"Aunt Roslyn... you're gonna kill meeeee!"
"You'll just think you're dying," she laughed, taking her lips off his cock. As he writhed she lapped along the underside and then switched to the top. She even got down off him and did a little dance in the middle of the room. She pushed a finger under the silken crotch band of her panties and dragged it through her crevice. Then she wiped the finger under her nephew's nose. The musky scent made his cock leap up from his belly. She straddled him again, holding her panties to one side as she worked the blue, taut head of his cock into her slit.
"Noooo! Ohhh God, Aunt Roslyn, if you're gonna fuck me, really fuck me!" He tried to pump his prick deep but she held back, letting him enter only the beginning of her pussy.
"You like me?"
"Yessss!"
Roslyn dropped her hips suddenly, taking him to the hilt. For a few minutes, she fucked him furiously, riding high and dropping down quickly. She felt the jabbing penetration, loving it herself but she kept a close watch on her nephew. When his movements became frantic and his breath shallow in his throat, she hooked her fingers in the necklace and yanked three beads out with a vicious jerk. Again Kendall's movements went out of sync. He spasmed, trembling, choking on a moan. His cock throbbed like it was spurting cream but nothing had come out.
"You'd do just about anything if I'd let you come, wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" Kendall cried.
"This is too much fun," she laughed, mouthing his glans teasingly. She let him feel her teeth as her fingers moved over his body. But the throbbing, jerking staff of meat was locked between heaven and hell and she had the key. That necklace which dangled from between her nephew's cute, muscled asscheeks. And now it was her turn to get a little sex. She straddled him head to ass and untied her panty string. As the silken underthings fell softly from her body, her pussy parted over Kendall's face. She didn't bother to ask him if he wanted to. She just shoved her dripping cunt down over his mouth. There was a groan as his breathing was stopped for a second. Then she felt his tongue flashing up into her. He began to lick her clit, rub it with his lips. She squirmed happily, the fingers of one hand around his cockshaft, her other hand grasping the end of the necklace that was inside his ass.
"Ohhh motherfucker I'm about to lose it!" Kendall screamed, pumping his ass. But Roslyn pressed her open cunt down around his face again and pumped her hips frantically. She was so worked up over her little torture that she was very close to coming.
"Lick me, baby! Ohhh Kendall, eat my pussy good!"
As her juices dripped down his face, Roslyn bit her bottom lip and concentrated on the fire that had begun to flicker around her clit. Her fingers tightened on the head of her nephew's cock, strangling the glans until it was a dark purple. But just as the droplet of white dew appeared at the tiny orifice, she jerked a few more beads out of his ass and the boy arched his back, his jizz still locked inside his body. Roslyn shuddered and came, the rough rub of Kendall's tongue ravishing her folds as the pleasure swept through her in mind-jolting waves.
Chapter Nine
Josie blinked her eyes and sat up. She was still in the car, her uncle's car. And after a few moments she realized that the car was parked in the front drive of her aunt and uncle's house. The ache between her thighs reminded her of what had happened. Her head was throbbing too. From the liquor she'd had on the drive home. And then she remembered that it was a door slamming that had awakened her from her drunken stupor.
Uncle Evan must have just gotten out of the car. He'd left her there to sleep it of. Again she felt the hurt and disappointment. He hadn't given enough of a damn to even carry her into the house.
She got slowly out her side and started for the front door. It hurt to walk so she just limped along, stopping every so often to get her breath. Her poor little pussy would never be the same.
Josie opened the front door and leaned panting against the wall. What she saw next made her hold her breath in stunned silence. She could hardly believe it was happening. Her uncle was undressing her sister. And what was wrong with Ronnie anyway? She looked unconscious. At first Josie wanted to run forward and stop Evan. He could at least see if Ronnie was still breathing, couldn't he? But in the next moment Josie heard a drunken groan come from her sister's throat. Ronnie was passed out drunk.
"Washhh happenin' wif me?" she babbled, eyes still closed.
"Everything's okay, baby," Evan assured her. He was working her shorts down off her ankles. Ronnie's dark-haired pussy looked a little damp. The thick mat of curls was glistening. Not bothering to remove her t-shirt, Evan tried to shove his body between her thighs. Ronnie regained consciousness enough to give a cry of surprise and squirm away from him. Josie watched with horror as her sister crawled across the living room rug on her hands and knees. She was naked from the t-shirt down. Uncle Evan shed his pants and shirt and crawled after her. They went down a hall and Josie heard her sister gasp. By the time she peeked around the corner, Evan had her down on her belly, and was leaning down. The light from a bedroom clearly illuminated the shape of his cock. Josie put a hand over her mouth. It looked so huge that she wondered how it had ever fit up inside her virgin body. And there were still the dried smears of her blood along the shaft.
Ronnie's soft asscheeks quivered as she tried to get up. Uncle Evan growled like some kind of wild animal. Josie wondered if he'd lost his mind. He bit Ronnie on the shoulder and, holding her tawny flesh between his teeth, worked his cock down between her thighs. The sight of all this was too much for Josie. She leaned against the wall, afraid to help her sister and too stunned to flee.
"Noooo! Uhhhhh... wha's goin' on?" Ronnie slurred. Evan had grasped the fronts of her hips now and pulled her ass up from the floor. With honor, Josie watched him push the engorged head of his cock between the lips of her sister's pussy. Ronnie flopped weakly but couldn't fight him. Then Evan lunged and drove his cock halfway into her body. Ronnie twisted and bucked, her eyes rolling with surprise. There was a slurpy noise and Evan speared her to the hilt. Then he fell on top of her body, pressing her against the floor as he pumped his ass feverishly.
Josie regained the use of her legs. She stumbled upstairs, her mind reeling. She didn't know what she was going to do, where she was going to go. The sounds from her cousin's bedroom made her pause. It was Kendall all right, making all sorts of strange sounds. And there was someone in there with him! It had to be her aunt.
At first Josie wanted to go to her room and shut the door and stay there until dawn. After that she could figure out how to get the hell out of this madhouse. But something tugged at her every time she heard here poor cousin moan. Kendall sounded as if he were in pain. She couldn't just run off and leave him. There was no telling what her any aunt was doing. Josie's imagination worked overtime dreaming up bizarre and terrible scenes. She made up her mind. She would do something.
She wasn't surprised when she tried the door and found it locked. But there was another way. She went to her own room and out onto the narrow balcony which joined all the bedrooms on that side of the house. She didn't want her dress to rustle and give her away so she shed it quickly. Her uncle had kept her panties. Josie felt vulnerable and frightened as she crawled on her hands and knees to the sliding glass door that opened into Kendall's room. But if he was in trouble, he'd surely understand.
Josie wasn't ready for what she saw. The light from a bed table dearly showed what was taking place. Josie gasped as she saw the way Kendall was tied up. She had to stifle a cry of shock as she watched Aunt Roslyn curl her lips around Kendall's hard cock. She was sucking him, but doing it in a way that seemed shamefully wicked. Kendall was straining at the cords that bound his ankles and wrists to the bed. His belly was rock hard and he was flopping his head from side to side. The slurpy, soft sound of Roslyn's mouth working at the purple head of his cock made Josie rub her naked breasts with her palm.
"She's just torturing him," she whispered to herself.
Roslyn stood up then and surveyed her handiwork. Poor Kendall's prick bobbed in the air. It was glistening with spit and to Josie it seemed about to explode. Her aunt was wearing only a skimpy black halter that barely covered her nipples. As she strutted by the bed her big, dark nipples pushed out the black silk of the bra.
"Think I'll go sneak downstairs and make me a drink, darling," Roslyn said, wetting a fingertip and pressing it against her nephew's glans. He grunted and tried to move against the touch but she pulled away. "Don't come while I'm gone." She laughed then and went to the door. Josie waited thirty seconds after the door had closed behind her aunt. Then she shoved the sliding glass door open and jumped into the room.
"Kendall!" she gasped. "I'll help you!"
Kendall looked at her with sex-dazed eyes. And she knew immediately exactly what kind of help he needed first.
"Ohhh Christ, Josie. That thing inside me! Pull it out!"
Josie climbed up on the bed. She was filled with a torrent of emotion. Her naked body had responded to her cousin's nakedness. And seeing his cock so rigid made her remember how it had felt to be fucked by her uncle that very evening. When she saw the beads of the necklace, and saw that the rest of them were up inside her poor cousin's ass she almost fainted.
"I'd better lock the door in case Roslyn comes back."
As soon as she'd turned the key and run back to the bed, Kendall was moaning something again. She put her ear close to his mouth.
"Suck me! Ohhhh Josie, you don't know how blue my balls are! I'm gonna have a heart attack if I can't come!"
"Ohhh Kendall!" She kissed his sweaty brow and looked again at the state of his rigid prick. The veins stuck out on the shaft and the glans was so tight that the skin had a transparent look to it. She had to make a decision and make it fast. She decided by getting down on her knees between his spread thighs and nabbing his cock firmly.
As she pushed her hot mouth down over him, Kendall arched his back up from the bed and let out a shuddering gasp. Josie didn't know a thing about this kind of thing but she knew that unless she learned fast poor Kendall might freak out completely. She worked the head of his cock well back into her mouth and then used her tongue to rub and caress it. The little lobes on the bottom were the easiest places to get to so she concentrated her efforts there. The way her cousin was writhing, she knew she was doing something right.
"Now!" he groaned. "Pull... those damn... beads...!"
Josie got a good grip of the bead on the end of the string. Watching Kendall's face, she gave a mighty jerk and stripped the beads out, flinging them against the wall. Kendall jerked wildly against the cords and screamed. His cock bulged suddenly against the roof of her mouth and almost immediately, Josie felt the thick cream spurting in powerful jets. It boiled over the edges of her tongue, spattered hard against her teeth. Long strings of it leaked down her throat. When she couldn't swallow it fast enough a dribble leaked out and hung from one nostril. But she never stopped sucking for a moment. She worked her rough-soft tongue back and forth against the blood-packed knob that was spitting seed in even greater torrents than before. She grabbed her cousin's balls too but didn't know what to do with them. She was too afraid of hurting him to squeeze very hard. She really didn't know too much about how a boy's body worked. But she seemed to be doing just fine.
Kendall was smiling now, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as he pumped his hips. His cock slid in and out of her mouth as she bobbed her head and tried to match his rhythm.
A scream of anger from the other part of the house made Josie sit up suddenly, her cousin's cock popping free of her mouth. She realized then that she'd actually and willingly sucked a man's cock. The dribble of white cum hanging from her chin made her shiver. But it didn't taste so bad now that she took the time to really notice.
The scream came again and there was the sound of something being thrown against a wall. Josie knew that Aunt Roslyn had discovered her husband fucking Ronnie dog fashion.
"Come on," she said, jerking the knots around Kendall's ankle. "We've got to get out of here." It didn't take her long to untie him, and while Kendall put his clothes on and threw his few possessions into a suitcase, Josie was down the hall doing the same thing. She took some of her sister's clothes too. She wasn't about to leave her here.
They went out the back way and sneaked around the corner of the house. The Chrysler was sitting where her Uncle Evan had parked it. The keys were in the ignition.
"Come on and help me get Ronnie," Josie told her cousin. He looked a little doubtful but followed her to the front door. Uncle Evan had Roslyn down across the sofa with both her arms bent around behind her. She was screaming something at him and he was pulling her black bra down with his teeth. His cock was still rigid and though Roslyn was fighting like a tiger, it was plain to Josie that he was going to get it into her pussy. She pulled Kendall along by the hand.
They found Ronnie in a corner of the hall, only a t-shirt covering her breasts. They got her up and, holding her arms around their necks, managed to get her to the front door. Evan and Roslyn hadn't even seen them yet.
"I know you're drunk, Ronnie," Josie gasped, "but don't puke now. We've got to get to the car."
It wasn't as hard as she'd thought. Kendall started up the engine as Josie slammed the door behind them. He roared off down the street and when they'd gone three blocks the three of them started hollering and laughing.
"Uncle Evan really lost it," Josie said, shaking her blond head. "He was gonna fuck everything that moved."
"I never heard you use that word before," Kendall observed, looking sideways at her.
"I didn't do a lot of things until tonight." Her pussy still ached. She wasn't going to tell Kendall about that. Not yet. She looked in the back seat at her knocked-out sister. She looked depraved wearing only a t-shirt. The dark curls around her pussy were wet and matted from the action she'd gotten only minutes before they'd rescued her. The swollen folds that edged her hole made Josie touch her own sore cunt.
"Where we going anyway?" Kendall asked. "I don't have too much bread on me and this car really eats the gas I'll bet."
"I know a place," Josie said, smiling. "A neat little place on the beach."
"You're putting me on."
"No really."
"A place we can go without paying motel bills?"
"The key is right on the dashboard," she said, and remembering where her uncle had tossed it, picked it up. "It's actually our uncle's beach house. We can hang out there until we decide what to do." Josie scooted over against Kendall's side. He looped an arm around her. She hadn't had time to put on anything more than a skimpy halter top and a pair of shorts. He rubbed her small breast gently.
"I want to thank you for..."
"For sucking your cock a few minutes ago?" Josie said brightly. Then she laughed at the funny look her cousin was giving her. "I know, I never said anything like that before either. I think I've changed. Changed a lot." She snapped her fingers to emphasize the point.
"You sure as hell have."
"Slow down, silly, or you'll miss the turn to the beach house."
It wasn't the dawn that awakened her. And it wasn't her older sister's groaning either. Josie had been dreaming. Dreaming about her cousin who slept with his head almost touching one of her breasts. She was watching him now, watching the slow play of a dream across his features. His cock told her what kind of dream it was. He had a hard-on! A lovely hard-on. So lovely that she wished she could take it in her hands and squeeze it. There was so much to learn about a male body. Who better to learn from than her cousin?
When they'd arrived at the beach house the night before, they'd made a supper from what they'd found in the refrigerator. Then they'd put on music and danced and drunk beer. She and Kendall had. Poor Ronnie had gotten sick and then gone to sleep on the settee outside where the cool, ocean air could blow across her.
Later when Kendall had held Josie in his arms and kissed her and told her how he wanted to make love to her, she'd gotten shy again. She told him finally haw Uncle Evan had seduced her, almost raped her. She'd made it sound like she'd had no choice. Kendall had been very understanding. But he seemed to want her all the more. She finally let him sleep with her in the same bed. Naked. She'd even been understanding enough to let him kiss her and rub against her until he'd come all over her belly while he pretended he'd shoved his prick into her cunt.
Watching him dream now made Josie's heart beat faster. She touched her pussy and let a finger slide down the silky crevice to where Uncle Evan had blasted her virginity all to hell.
"Oh God, it would be nice to fuck him." From the sundeck came another groan from her older sister. Poor Ronnie. She was going to be hung over like hell today. Josie swung her long legs off the bed and tiptoed to the door of the bedroom. She closed it softly and locked it. Then she came back over to where her cousin continued to dream. His cock pulsed up and down on his belly. Josie shivered. Was her pussy healed enough to take something like that up inside her?
"I could try."
Kendall was on his back when she straddled him. She was careful not to touch him until she got her ass lined up just right. Then she lifted his cock with two fingers and pushed it up at an angle. Rocking her slim hips she backed down on the rigid spear. The glans touched her dripping pink folds and she bloomed out around it. It hurt a little as the crown went in, but Josie bit her bottom lip and took it. Her nipples tingled suddenly and she let out a pent-up breath. Kendall groaned and tried to open his eyes.
"Sssshhhh," she breathed, her lips only an inch away from his now.
"Baby! What's happening?"
"I'm trying to fuck you, you silly idiot!"
Kendall's hands traced lightly down her back and felt the upward curve of her pert ass. She wiggled down on him another inch. She could feel his prick stretching up into her velvety heat.
"Ohhh God, Josie! Ohhhh Jesus!" The look on Kendall's face made her laugh. He looked like a man who'd awakened to find himself in heaven, with an angel climbing all over him.
"I hope it's okay," she put in.
"Are you kidding?" He kissed her mouth hard. She groaned as his arms tightened around her slender back. Her bottom moved quickly now, pumping and squirming as she got more of his stiff cock into her pussy.
"You have the nicest prick," she whispered, her blue eyes glinting with naughtiness. "I was thinking how nice it was last night when you spurted your stuff all over my tummy."
"Josie, you blow my mind."
"That wasn't all I blew last night," she giggled, loving her new freedom. She'd really wanted to say and think and do all these things for so long. And now who could stop her? She tickled one of her cousin's small nipples with a fingernail and smiled when he jerked. Then he rolled her over roughly and bit her neck.
"Ohhhhh Kendall! It's going in so deep! Darling!" She clung to his neck as he pumped his hips against her own. The touch of their bellies, the rub of her nipples against his chest! She was almost coming already and Kendall knew it. He sucked the breath from her with a wild kiss and ground her white ass down against the bed.
Josie came with a gasping little cry. She came again as Kendall kept on jabbing her with his prick. It hurt but she wanted it. Wanted all of it. Somebody was banging on the bedroom door.
"What in hell are you two doing in there?" Ronnie called.
"Fucking!" Josie babbled, her heels digging at Kendall's ass. "Just fucking!"
