John Kellerman - Incest family

"Mitch! God, you scared me."

"Just a little kiss." He smelled faintly of liquor. His beard had felt bristly and the rub of it had done something strange to her. Meanwhile Mitch's hand had slipped down her shoulder and under her arm. His fingers curled dangerously close to her left tit. Though the heavy orb wasn't really being touched at all, Alice felt a glowing sensation around the nipple. It was as if the anticipation was enough. She sucked a trembling breath and squeezed her beer glass harder. Then she took a big swallow and let the air out. Mitch's fingertips moved ever so slightly. He was still touching her ribcage now but if he kept sneaking closer to her tit Alice thought she might cry out. Her own uncle! What if someone there knew him? What if Aunt Margaret happened to stroll in?

"Have you thought about swimming with me some night?"

"I thought you said everybody would come along," she breathed, afraid to look in his eyes.

"Maybe that would be a drag. Maybe we could have more fun together."

Underneath her thin white shorts her pussy had swollen with blood and was leaking juice now. She couldn't understand why. Nothing was happening. Except that her uncle's fingers were slipping closer and closer to her bulging breast. And he kept putting his mouth close to her ear when he talked. And she was about to jump right out of the booth if he kept on. Now he was gazing at the expanse of naked tummy between her halter and her shorts. She was tan and flat-bellied there and her navel made a sexy little depression fringed with blonde down. Mitch seemed almost to be drooling as he looked. Then his fingers finally made it to her tit. They spread suddenly, cupping her mature swell gently but firmly. Then he squeezed ever so slowly and Alice let out all the air in her lungs.

"Mitch, I think we'd b-b-better be going."

"It's just getting dark," he said. "We'll go for a drive somewhere along the lakeshore."

"What about Margaret? Won't she be worried?" She was pretending to ignore his hand but it was getting harder. A fingertip grazed the thin material which hid her nipple. The brown lump swelled almost instantaneously against her uncle's touch. He sensed the change in her and lingered to massage the soft areola that surrounded the bulging nubbin. Alice shivered and pressed back in the booth. That was when she felt his other hand. It touched her right thigh and squeezed. Mitch had grabbed her so close to her crotch that the caress had caused the skin around her clit to be pulled tight. Alice gave a little whimper way down inside.

"Mitch!"

"Relax, sweetheart. You're too beautiful not to enjoy a little honest affection."

"Honest affection?" She squeaked, trying to look at him. Her eyes would hardly focus. Mitch rubbed her breast openly now. The bar seemed darker than before. No one was paying any attention to the back booth where her very own uncle was doing these terrible things. She struggled weakly in his embrace but his other hand slipped suddenly upwards and she felt one of his fingers go under the leg of her shorts. Almost immediately there was a pressure against one soppy lip of her pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Alice, you're fantastic. When you were talking to me the other day I just about lost my mind." Mitch was whispering fast, his lips against her ear. "You are the nicest thing that's come along in my whole life. I want you bad, honey. Awful bad."

"For God's sake, Mitch. You happen to be my…" Mitch had slipped his hand under her halter top so quickly that Alice forgot all that she'd been meaning to say. His hot fingers smoothed under and around the tingling swell of tit. Then he was pinching her nipple teasingly and Alice knew that the crotch of her shorts must be drenched. And so was her uncle's finger as it slid up and down her swollen outer lips. She could hear the squish as he pressed between them and dug the inner folds open.

"Yuuhhh," she groaned, letting her head fall back on his arms. Her thighs flopped open and she squirmed her ass around slowly on the seat. Mitch kissed though her hair, his lips fondling the lobe of her ear until she thought she might pass out. And the touch of his palm against her tit. She could see how he'd moved the halter-top around so he could get under it. She might as well have been sitting there in the booth naked for all the good her clothes were doing her.

"Alice, God, you're fine."

"Mitch, don't. Nhhoooo! Please don't."

"Alice, honey, you've got to like it."

"Like it? I-I…" She stopped, swallowed hard.

"We've got to go."

Mitch pushed his lips down her cheek until she had to kiss him. She'd never been kissed by anyone over eighteen before and the rub of his rough beard, the practiced way his tongue teased her lips open made Alice whine all the more. She moved into the kiss, working her head back and forth slowly as her uncle's tongue probed deep in her mouth. His finger worked up and down her dripping slit now, massaging the lump of her swollen clit. It pulsed with a steady rhythm, sending waves of pleasure though her body. She let a hand come up and circle his neck. She didn't want the kiss to end and yet she was afraid, ashamed, shocked past all reason.

"Oh, this is awful," she gasped trying to twist her face away. Mitch made her continue the kiss and she moaned and opened her mouth wider. Then he was sucking her own tongue between his teeth and touching her partly torn cherry with the tip of his middle finger. Alice panicked.

"Don't! Not there, Mitch!"

"What's wrong baby?"

"It's me. I'm a virgin. Well, kind of a virgin." He smiled and kept massaging the reddened hymen. "There's something wrong with me," she blurted finally.

"Listen honey, there's nothing wrong with you. In fact I think you're damn near perfect."

"Not like that," she gasped, trying to hold his wrist. But the finger stroked up her clit again and then centered on that tiny tear where Lee had fingerfucked her. She licked her lips and tried to think straight.

"Don't worry baby, don't you think I know better than to hurt you?"

"But, but…"

Mitch kissed her face again and his finger pressed harder against the spot that still kept her innocent. She tried to pull her ass back in the booth but there was no place to go. Then Mitch was kissing her again, tonguing the roof of her mouth as his middle finger shoved harder. She felt her cunt spread to admit him to the first knuckle. The sliding friction brought a moan to her lips. Her breast was being petted, squeezed. Her chin was being kissed and so was her ear. She went limp in the strong circle of her uncle's arms. His middle finger curled up and under and pressed so hard that she finally felt the pain. It was the biggest thing that had ever been pushed up into her body. And as it went in a devastating storm of pleasure seemed to cover her skin like molasses. She clicked her teeth together without really meaning to and then her uncle was kissing her chin once again as his middle finger went into her pussy to the hilt.

"Ohhh! Ohhhh, God, help me," she babbled, eyes fluttering closed. When she gave him her tongue to suck, he sucked it furiously. He pulled back his finger to plunge again and the muscle inside her squeezed down hard wound it. She felt that she could hold a pencil she was so tiny and muscled at that particular spot. The amazement in Mitch's eyes told her that he was at last aware of her special feature.

"Goddamn, Alice, you're different." He tried to move his finger but she held it tight. Then when her tension drained away she felt the hardened circle open and once more her uncle's finger slid deep into her pussy.

"Nhhuuuhh," she gasped, head lolling against his shoulder. "Ohhhh, ohhhh shit."

"Like it don't you?" he smiled, pulling back and shoving in again. The penetration was like a tiny bit of heaven had been speared into her body. Alice twisted in the booth, her slim ass pinching as she worked herself back and forth on the stiff finger of her uncle. Even the smooth seat was slick with her juices now.