Dump Jackson - Uncle_s awful urge

As far as Drew's own designs upon his niece, he kept them out of the discussion, at least for the time being. Even the first night on the road, for it was a two-day trip to the Riviera, he checked into a hotel and requested adjoining rooms.

She was still on edge, still confused by her experiences and he didn't want to exert any undue pressures upon her until he felt the moment was exactly right. But that moment took place soon enough, four days later after she had already begun to lose her pallor and the color of youth had returned to her cheeks.

As in the other hotel, they were staying in adjoining rooms with a bath to be shared between the two of them. Four days after first checking his niece out of the private sanatorium, Drew had put on one two many martinis at lunch and now felt a glow of warmth and self-satisfaction settling like a soothing balm over his body.

He too had gotten over the worst of the experience and none the worse was wear, was once again his horny and virile self. During the three weeks he'd waited in Paris while Amy was at the sanatorium, he'd had a chance to see Christine Pedersen, though the meeting was arranged at his hotel, lest Rene decide to use the girl as a foil to lure him back into his clutches and take his revenge.

But Christine seemingly knew nothing of what had taken place at Fontenay. Thus, Drew had been able to spend a torrid afternoon and evening with the Swedish teenager, even going so far as to take her to Orly in a rented limousine when she arrived with her luggage and the announcement that she was returning to Stockholm on the midnight flight.

But other than that one time, he'd gone without sex for far longer than he felt was both natural and comfortable for a man of his considerable physical appetites. The drink had given him an edge of horniness and that evening, still aglow and buzzing with pleasure, he'd showered and then returned to his room with a towel wrapped around his waist, intent upon consummating his incestuous desires for his niece.

He waited for her to disrobe and take off her beach apparel before stepping into the tub. The drone of the shower spray aroused his senses and he knew that it was either now or never. He took comfort from the fact that she had openly admired his body, both at Fontenay when she'd caught him in the act of coming as he fucked Francoise, as well as here at Capri, where she'd seen him cavorting on the beach in the skimpiest and most revealing of French swimming shells, the kind that once wet clung to his crotch and enabled her to see the formidable outline of his cock, even when limp and detumescent.

He'd steered the conversation away from sex on all occasions, even when it had appeared that she was interested in discussing such things with him. But he took heart from the abovementioned reactions, as well as the often remembered words of Rachel Strauss, Amy's friend.

He recalled how the black-haired teenager had seemed to indicate that his niece had a letch for him and even Amy, back at Fontenay-aux-Roses, had said that it was too bad he was her uncle, too bad that they were related to each other.

Bad or not, incest a taboo and a societal sin, he nevertheless was intent upon doing what he felt he had denied himself for far too long. And now was the perfect opportunity. He waited until he heard her turning off the shower faucets and then stepping out of the tub to dry herself off.

By this time, his cock had grown huge behind the loosely draped towel that was wrapped around his waist. Just picturing what it would be like to go to bed with his niece had gotten him good and hard and pre-come was already dribbling hotly out of the head of his monstrously swollen and oversized pecker.

The front of the towel thus tented out, despite the fact that he pulled his cock straight up towards his waist and stomach, he nevertheless strode right into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock upon the door.

"Oh, I thought you were finished," he said, lying through his teeth as he found himself staring with obvious excitement at the sight of her highly arousing body.

She was still naked, drying her long blonde hair with a towel. It pleased him to no end when she didn't blush or jump back with embarrassment, or even make a move to wrap the towel around her naked and glistening body. Rather, she just laughed and continued to dry her hair while he moved to the toilet and made no bones about lifting up his towel to pull his cock out into the open.

"Nature calls," he said, glancing over his shoulder to where she was still standing on the bath mat. And even as he pretended to urinate though it was quite impossible to do so now that he sported a huge and flagrant hardon, he was pleased to notice the way she was glancing back at him, staring and almost trying to slide around as she casually dried her hair. It was as if she was now more than just curious, wanting to sneak a peek at his cock before he stuck it back behind the front of the towel.

And Drew was the kind of man who gave Amy every opportunity to satisfy her girlish whims and curiosities. Ignoring her blatant sexual stare, or so he hoped it was meant to be, he flushed the toilet and then turned sideways, whistling nonchalantly as he made a public display – Amy being his captured audience of stuffing his meat back into place.

Everything seemed to be going in his favor.

He was not placed in the position of trying to win her over, for it had become increasing apparent to him that all of his suspicions, all of the vibes she had sent off to use her term for them, were not projections of his imagination.

For his niece now stared at his unveiled hardon with considerable interest. It seemed to him, as he took his time stuffing it away, glancing out of the corner of his eye and pleased to note she was still wide-eyed and open-mouthed, that Amy was itching to get her hands, or her mouth, or hopefully her twat, on his meat.

And, what was more, he was just as eager to get a hold of her, in all her lush adolescent splendor. For the first time he was able to see her without a single thing on, the towel now wrapped like a turban around her hair.

They said nothing, uncle and niece, and he slowly turned to face her even as she backed away to the door. Her eyes were still drawn down between his legs and he had tied the towel loosely and purposely so. For now it slipped down as he made a move, falling off of his waist so that his cock jumped out of confinement.

Her eyes opened even wider and the silence was almost ominous, but also wildly arousing. Drew's mouth was watering as he ogled the spun gold of his niece's tender muff, her fleecy love-nest still damp with water and possibly even the first fresh discharges of the juice of her obvious sexual excitement.

It was a narrow swath between her slim golden-toned thighs and her jugs, so small and tender, seemed to swell and perk up, each ruby-red nipple hardening and growing taut as his eyes slid up and down the length of her naked body.

No appropriate words came to mind. He didn't know whether to remain where he was and let his niece make the first move or if he should do what came naturally, forcing her to surrender to his burly virility.

A minute passed, sixty silent watchful seconds, during which time he felt himself fast losing control of his senses. Her body called out to him and he wanted to devour her with caresses, to show her what love-making was really all about, not just the unemotional animal sex she had been forced to endure with Francoise, Claude and the odious Rene Martinon.

So when she didn't make a move, when she didn't respond as Christine had done in the shower, dropping to her knees in adoration before his horny and potent body, Drew knew that it was time for him to take a chance – a good chance, at that – and do what he had kept putting off since he had found Amy at Fontenay.