John Kellerman - Incest family

Alice was amused at the way her uncle kept his eyes averted from the sight of her. He was beading over a huge potted fern. There was mud on his T-shirt and he was frowning at something.

"Pretty delicate, this plant," he said. Alice leaned against the table behind her and crossed her long slender legs. She'd been on her way down to the lakeshore when she'd seen Mitch in the greenhouse. She let the front of her terry beach jacket bag open a little. Her uncle's eyes blinked rapidly but he kept his attention directed to the ailing fern.

"I just wanted to thank you," Alice began, "for taking me and Billy in like this. The folks had been going at it for over a year and it was getting pretty awful towards the last." She brushed a blonde hair from the full swell of her breast. That was her left one. The right was every bit as lovely. The wee bikini barely corralled them. And though they were perfectly shaped, Alice had always felt her tits were way too big for her willowy frame. Mitch was looking now. She pulled her belly in under her ribs and smiled. "When Mom and Dad broke up, I really had no idea where I could go or who I could turn to. I certainly didn't want to go with either of them. They'd been simply horrible to live with."

"We were glad to do it," Mitch smiled. He took off his horn-rimmed gasses and wiped them casually on his T-shirt. Alice thought Mitch was good-looking even with his glasses. But without them, he was really dreamy. For a guy around forty he was in terrific shape. His chest rippled with tennis muscles every time he moved. Alice found herself curious about his love life. Did Margaret appreciate him? Margaret seemed so aloof to everyone, so snooty. She was so tangled up running the boutique downtown that she didn't seem to have time for a husband. Alice tried to imagine Mitch making love to Aunt Margaret. She could almost see Margaret's dark hair splashed across a pillow, her long white legs spread. And between them the glistening raw wound of her pussy ripe for Mitch's rigid cock. She felt her palm grow moist and a flush of heat spread across her skin. It was silly thinking such things. As if she knew what her Uncle and Aunt did with their private moments. It was none of her business.

"Everybody had been so wonderful," she blurted, trying to cover her excited state. "And Betty has been like a sister to me." That was a lie.

Betty was her cousin, Mitch and Margaret's daughter. And Betty didn't like her very much. Alice had tried to be friendly to the older girl but Betty was put off by something. Maybe it was the unconscious sexuality Alice exuded. It was a trait she just couldn't hide. She'd been a sex object all her life. It was as much a part of her behavior as breathing. The things she could do with her eyes and hands could make a grown man tremble. And when she moved her body, it was enough to make a cripple walk. That was what a friend of her father's had said once. Daddy and his crazy artist friends! She'd liked, the friends much better than her father.

Mitch was fooling with the plant again. Alice tilted her slim hips and scratched her shin with her heel. Mitch stared. Her fresh skin was just beginning to glow with an early summer tan. The pale peach bikini was of some satiny material that clung to her young clit-mound in an excruciatingly sensual way, especially when wet her swimsuit clearly defined her crevice and the firm cleavage of her ass. Alice moved her blonde braids over the fronts of her shoulders and put the end of one between her lips. Striking a pose, she sucked on the braid end and let her blue eyes widen as she smiled her smile again. It was something she had practiced in front of the mirror. She could almost observe poor Uncle Mitch coming apart inside.

"Why don't you come swimming with me?" she breathed, tilting her head the slightest bit.

"I, uh…" He cleared his throat and started again. "I haven't eaten breakfast yet," he shrugged, wiping his hands on his jeans. "Margaret will be expecting me."

"Oh. I see."

For a long moment she sulked, enjoying the longing look her uncle was trying to hide behind the leaves of the fern. But she could see him peeking at her figure. She thrust out her tits and sighed. Then she turned her back to him suddenly and gazed over one shoulder.

"Do you think my legs are too skinny, Uncle Mitch?"

"Why they're fine. Just fine." Mitch cleared his throat. "Why should you worry about your legs?"

"Oh, sometimes I think I'm built kind of weird." She glanced down at the tops of her breasts again and blushed. Alice had learned to blush whenever she wished. It was a handy bit of acting that could turn men to silly puffy. Mitch stared as the blush spread down over the freckles that dotted her sun-kissed tits. They actually seemed to be swelling up inside the skimpy bikini top. Alice felt that they might burst out at any moment if her uncle kept staring like that. A flurry of erotic thoughts flashed through her mind. She imagined her handsome uncle holding her in his arms. Such a wicked thought! But it was fun to think it. He was kissing her, rubbing her back with his hands. And then one of her hot tits had flopped loose from the bikini and Mitch was kissing it, sucking the nipple between his teeth.

The sexy dream vanished as Alice trembled and pulled herself together again. She recalled that only once in her life had that actually happened to her.

A friend of her father's had come to the studio and her dad hadn't been home. Alice had been a teenager at the time and her tits hadn't been so big. But this artist friend had apparently appreciated them. He'd touched her in so many places. Alice remembered the episode like it had happened yesterday. She'd, remembered the moment the man's lips had covered one tit. The way his tongue had felt slavering the immature nipple.

Alice was suddenly very aware of the lump in her uncle's jeans. He was still staring at her. Alice wondered what he was thinking. Was he trying to imagine what she looked like without anything on at all? It wouldn't take much imagining. She was all but naked now. She knew she was teasing her uncle. It was a wicked thing to do. Yet the wickedness excited her all the more. In her momentary confusion Alice decided to get on down to the beach. She'd pulled her beach robe around her again and started towards the door when Mitch spoke.

"I like to swim in the moonlight. Have you ever tried that, Alice?"

"No," she said, whirling around so that her slim body was exposed again. "But it sounds far but."

"Margaret likes it, too. Maybe the whole family can do it some night soon." Mitch waved and turned again to his fern. Alice went out the greenhouse door and headed across the grassy lawn towards the lake. She didn't know why she felt a vague disappointment. Mitch was married after all was there something perverse inside her that made her want all men to be half crazy over her. She wanted them to want her, to try and have her. But when the time came for commitment that's where she chickened out. Because at eighteen and a half Alice was still a virgin.

When she was in the water she swam quickly with long, fluid strokes. It took her only a few minutes to reach the large floating dock. The coolness of the lake against her breasts always excited her. And as she swam her bikini top had inched down until it barely hung on her dark large nipples. Pulling herself out of the water exposed her tits completely. She rolled onto the sun warmed wood planking and trembled at the heavy bounce of the large swells on her chest. The maroon nipples looked swollen and turgid with blood. She thumbed one and felt the tingle jolt down her body. A glow spread through her loins. She was panting.

Alice pulled her bikini cups back up and went to the other side of the platform. The lake rocked the dock gently as she sat down facing away from shore. She dangled her legs in the water, satisfied that no one would be watching her. From the house anyone might see her sitting there but only from the back. She was giddy with anticipation. She squirmed around for a second getting comfortable. Then satisfied that she was alone, she stretched the crotch of her bikini to one side and pressed a finger against the blonde-downed swells of her labia. They parted with a wet sound and she worked a fingertip against her clit.