Harry Stevens - Incest daughter

After what seemed an eternity to him, Rick's prick slowed to a dribble. Still totally out of it, Vicki was smearing his wayward cum all over her body, moaning that it was like silk against her skin.

"Jesus, what a mess!" Rick croaked.

He gathered his scummy sister up in his arms and carried her from the living room, running as well as he could with the burden of her weight. The bathroom was the only place he could think of to take her. He threw her into the tub and turned on the water just as he heard his mother walk through the kitchen door.

"Anybody home?" Marsha Wallace called.

Rick fled from the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He was in the living room, just back into his jeans when his mother appeared and asked him if pork chops were all right for dinner.

"Yeah, sure, Mom, sure, they're one of my favorites," Rick tried to sound as normal as possible. "When are we going to eat?"

His mother didn't answer. Her eyes suddenly left him and surveyed the room.

There it was a sharp edge as her voice as she asked, "What are your sister's clothes doing all over the floor?"

Rick panicked all over again.

"Uh, Vicki's taking a bath," he answered, somehow keeping his outward cool.

Marsha Wallace shook her hand and put her hands on her hips.

"That girl wouldn't pick up after herself if her life depended on it," she said with disgust. "God help the man she marries."

"Aw, Mom, Vicki's just a kid," Rick sighed with relief. "She'll grow out of it."

"I hope so," Mrs. Wallace said. "But sometimes I wonder. She's so immature. Sometimes she acts like she's still ten or eleven. It's hard to believe that Vicki will be a full-grown woman in just a couple of years."

"Yeah, it is," Rick replied. "Seems like she'll always be my baby sister."

Mrs. Wallace shifted her weight from one foot to another, thinking about something.

"Well, maybe it's all for the best," she said. "With all the trouble that teenage girls can get into these days, maybe I ought to count my blessings I've got one who refuses to grow up. Some of my friends' daughters are driving them nuts. Helen Kellogg found some birth control pills under Cindy's mattress last week."

"I don't think you have to worry about Vicki on that score, Mom," Rick expertly lied.

"I hope not," Marsha Wallace said after a pause, walking toward the kitchen and talking as much to herself as to her son. "It would kill her father if he found out his little girl wasn't a virgin."

Hosting the New Year's Eve party had gotten to breaking of tradition for Burt and Marsha Wallace. Their first one had been ten years before with no particular intention to make it an annual event. But their friends and relatives had had such a good time that it was just taken for granted from then on that the Wallace's was the only place to be when the New Year rolled around.

Since the first party was held back when she was but six years old, Vicki had been fast asleep long before the drunken adults let it all hangout at midnight.

Vicki's first "grown-up" New Year's Eve had been quite a shock to her. Although she was by far the youngest person present, she was shocked and embarrassed by the childish antics of the so-called adults. It was fascinating too, though. She felt very superior as she watched her elders behave like silly fools.

Year in and year out, the worst offender was Vicki's Uncle Ken. He was her mother's brother, and the black sheep of the family. When he had married Aunt Peggy, people assumed he might settle down, but it hadn't happened.

"I know Ken is my brother," Vicki's mother would say, "but my sympathy is with Peggy. She's such a nice, respectable girl. Why she married that louse is beyond me. It's a terrible thing to say, but sometimes I feel like Peggy is my sister and that Ken is the outsider."

On this New Year's Eve, Vicki was thinking about her mother's observation as she hung back in a corner and nursed a Pepsi. Her Uncle Ken had long since had too much to drink and was operating on alcoholic energy. No woman's ass was safe from his pinches. As usual he was doing his best to be obnoxious.

"God, I hope he doesn't come over here," Vicki muttered to herself.

Still, she could not take her eyes off her uncle.

Because, for all his flaws, Ken had one quality that was difficult to ignore. He was exceptionally handsome. Sort of a tall Paul Newman. If she wanted to avoid her uncle, Vicki should have kept her eyes to herself. "Vicki!" he suddenly blurted out from across the room. "How's my favorite niece?"

He weaved toward her, his ever-present drink sloshing in his hand. Although smashed, Ken was surprisingly fast on his feet. Before Vicki could collect her wits, her uncle had her trapped in a corner.

He looked her over, up and down.

"Looks like my little niece is growing up," he slurred.

Vicki was getting ready to say she had to go to the bathroom when the lights went out.

"Ten seconds to midnight!" someone shouted.

"Nine… eight… seven… six…" The countdown to the New Year began.

"Gonna give your old uncle a little kiss, Vicki baby?" Ken whispered under the chant.

"I… I…" Vicki stammered, as her uncle's hot breath closed in on her.

"Three… two… one…" The chant grew in intensity. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

All of a sudden Ken's wet lips were grinding against Vicki's mouth. She tried to wriggle away, but he had her in a bear hug. The more Vicki struggled, the harder her uncle kissed her.

His knee strayed into her crotch. One of his hands pawed her tits. His tongue darted into her mouth. The lights were still out when Ken broke the kiss for air.

"You turn me on," he drunkenly rasped. "Let's you and me go someplace and welcome in the New Year in style."

Vicki started to tell him to let her go. But she was so flustered that her speech was halting.

"Please…" was the only word she was able to get out. Naturally, her horny uncle took it the wrong way.

He pulled her out of the room and then down the hall. When Vicki finally did get the rest of her protest out, her uncle laughed at her.

"I saw the way you were looking at me," he said. "I know when a pretty young girl has the hots for me. Don't think it hasn't happened before."

They were in the kitchen, at the back door. Ken opened it and pulled Vicki into the yard.

"Those bushes over there," he grunted. "They look nice and private. Let's go."

He pushed Vicki in front of him. When she tried to run away, he twisted her arm around in back of her.

Her uncle shoved Vicki into the bushes. There were just enough thorns in the tangle to rip her skirt when she futilely tiled to escape. Now the full moon gleamed on a bare thigh.

"Mmmmm, you're sure as hell growing up," Ken drooled. "Where does the time go? My little niece is practically a woman."

Vicki made another attempt to get to her feet. Her uncle pushed her back down. The thorns ripped her skirt even more, as the full impact of her fall spread her legs. Her crotch was showing.

"What a cute little pair of panties. Tight, too. Looks like they can hardly bold you all in."

Vicki tried to cover herself, but her uncle kicked her hand away. Then he stepped between her legs so she couldn't close them.

"Are you blonde all over?" Ken leered.

When Vicki refused to answer, he sank to his knees.

"If you won't cooperate," he said, "there's only one way to find out."

Ken's hand brushed the inside of one of his niece's open thighs, raising goosebumps. Then his fingertips pushed under the elastic of the crotchband of her panties.

Vicki's uncle was too drunk and too eager to do the job smoothly. His strong fingers tugged too hard and the elastic snapped. Laughing, he totes the bottom panel of the panties away, as though it were tissue paper.