Norma Egan - Between auntie_s thighs

Instead he was apologetic. As they dressed, he said nervously, "Stacy, honey, I'm sorry about all that. I just got carried away. It'll never happen again."

Oh, yes, it will, thought Stacy.

That night, when they could finally be alone together, Mark and Stacy compared notes. She crept into his room when she was sure that her new parents had retired for the night. Mark grinned when he saw her.

"Well, Sis, how'd it go with Uncle Bill?" he asked eagerly.

Stacy wrinkled her pert turned-up nose. "I'm not sure," she said. "I don't know if you could call it a success or not. I got him really excited, and he went down on me, but he wouldn't fuck me. He said it was 'incest', that it was wrong."

Mark sighed. "Yeah," he said, "I had practically the same experience with Karen. She was hot, all right. I know she wanted it, but she wouldn't fuck. She gave inc that incest bullshit, too."

Stacy stamped her foot. "Well, I'm not satisfied," she said. "I want to ball him. He's got this huge cock, and I just have to have it."

"I'm not satisfied, either," said Mark. "Jesus, that woman has a gorgeous body. I want her every way I can have her. So, little sister, I guess all we can do is try harder. Tomorrow you try to get Bill out of the house, get him to take you somewhere where you can make out. That'll give me a chance with Karen."

Stacy grinned conspiratorially. "You're on," she said.

The next morning after breakfast, Mark was sent straight to the basement to get on with his cleaning, and Stacy had to wash the dishes. As she leaned over the steamy water, she sighed and brushed imaginery sweat from her forehead.

"What's the matter, dear?" said Karen. "You sound tired."

"Oh, I'm not tired, Aunt Karen," the girl said. "I'm just hot. I'm not used to living this far south, I guess. It sure would be great if there was a beach to go to."

"Well, there is," said Karen. "After you finish the chores, I could get Bill to take you. I'd go, too, only I have work to do."

Stacy refrained from laughing. Karen had fallen right into her trap. "Oh, that would be so far out, Aunt Karen," she said. "Thank you."

"I wonder if Mark would like to go, too?" said Karen.

"Oh, no," Stacy said quickly. "He hates to swim."

She finished the dishes as fast as she could and ran upstairs to put on her tiny red bikini. She grabbed a big beach towel and was ready to go. At the bottom of the stairs Bill was waiting for her, looking nervous and sheepish.

Stacy tried not to grin. She knew the poor bastard was eaten up with guilt, and that he was afraid to be alone with her. He was afraid he'd misbehave again. She sincerely hoped he would. That was the whole idea of this little jaunt to the beach.

"Well, so our swimming pool isn't enough for you?" he said nervously.

"I just want to get cool, Uncle Bill," said Stacy. "I hope you don't mind taking the time to drive me to the beach."

"Oh, no, that's all right," he said. "It's my day off. I can read the papers out there just as well as I can here."

Stacy didn't intend to leave him any time for reading the papers. On the way to the beach, however, she played it cool, acting childish and innocent. If she came on too soon, he'd panic and take her home. He seemed relieved when she didn't talk about yesterday's romp in her bedroom.

As they approached the beach they could see droves of suffers and people trying for suntans. "Oh, what a drag," said Stacy. "I wish there was a place we could be alone. I hate crowds."

"Me, too," said Bill. "That's why I hunted till I found my own secret spot. It's a little hard to get to, but if you don't mind some climbing, we can have the beach to ourselves."

Stacy readily agreed, and Bill drove to the top of a high rocky cliff. A hundred feet below they could see part of a little sandy cove, isolated from the rest of the beach by impassable cliffs. Bill helped Stacy climb down the cliff with the aid of a rope ladder he'd hidden there.

It was perfect. They couldn't be seen from the road or the beach. There wasn't another person in sight.

"Oh, this is wonderful, Uncle Bill," Stacy said happily.

"I hope you enjoy it, honey," he said. "I'll just read my papers, and you have a nice long swim."

He spread out a blanket and took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. He settled down with his newspapers. Stacy tapped her bare foot in the sand, wondering how to get his attention. This certainly wasn't the way she'd planned things.

"Uncle Bill," she said, "don't you want to come swimming, too?"

He looked up from his paper. "Well, honey, I'd like to," he said, "but I forgot to bring my suit." Stacy brightened. "You don't need a suit down here," she said. "No one can see US."

Bill blushed. It was true that this secret cove was safe for skinny-dipping, but he wondered if it would be proper to swim naked in front of his niece.

"Oh, come on, Uncle Bill," she said, grinning, "don't be shy. I mean, after all, I've seen you naked before."

That made him blush even harder. It was the first time Stacy had mentioned what happened yesterday – the shameful way he'd lost control of himself, eaten her pussy, let her jack him off. He felt terribly guilty about his behavior with that poor innocent little girl.

On the other hand, he really wanted to swim. The day was blistering hot, and he was dripping sweat. A dip in the cool ocean would feel great. Yesterday's shameful events need not be repeated, not if he kept himself under control.

"Well, okay," he said. "I guess it'll be all right."

Stacy hopped up and down with glee, her pert round tits bouncing furiously in her skimpy bikini bra. Bill tried not to notice. He got up and quickly shucked his pants, then dashed for the water. He didn't want to stand around naked in front of Stacy.

Stacy watched her handsome rugged uncle undress, and her body prickled with excitement when his pale limp cock flopped into view. Even without an erection his prick was huge. Today, she vowed, she was going to have that cock in her belly. He didn't know it, but he wasn't going to hold out on her this time.

Bill raced for the water, and Stacy watched hungrily as his long, limp cock bounced furiously and his big rosy nut sacs jiggled. Quickly she untied the strings of her bikini, tossed the suit aside, and streaked naked for the water, her round ripe bouncing wildly.

Bill turned and saw her, and for a moment he could only stare. She was so damned enticing. Her curvy little body, richly tanned, moved gracefully as she ran, her plump round jiggling, her long white-blonde hair flying. Against her deep tan, the platinum puff of her muff stood out like a target.

"You're not going to wear your suit?" he said uneasily.

"Nope," she said casually, "it's more fun without it. Come on, Uncle Bill, let's hit the water."

They dived into the surf, and for a while Bill forgot about the disturbing presence of his pretty naked niece. He enjoyed himself, splashing around, getting cool. Stacy swam out some distance, then paddled back.

When she was about ten feet away from him, she suddenly dove under the water. Bill thought nothing of it for a minute, but then he began to get anxious. Why hadn't she surfaced? Could she have been caught in an undertow?

He was looking anxiously at the spot where the girl had gone down, when he felt something brush his side. He damned near pissed himself, thinking, Shark! Then he saw that the "shark" had long blonde hair – Stacy was trying to sneak up on him under water.

He grinned, ready to duck her if she attacked. She circled behind him, then approached him again. Bill waited for some childish trick like a pinch in the ass or an attempt to knock him off his feet.

Instead she floated lazily up to him and gabbed his cock.