Frank Brown - Two horny cousins

And then, Christ, she walked right up to him – up to him! And Christ, she was his niece, Penny – his very own niece. The last time he'd seen her she'd looked like a runt tomboy. But now – oh Christ – Christ, she'd changed.

Russell checked his watch again. Twelve-twenty-five. If she didn't show up, he'd throw himself out the window of the motel room. The room was five stories up, enough to do the job. He laughed, at least tried to. The black haired Lolita had driven him out of his head. Christ, here he was, locked in a motel room he'd rented under an assumed name – at fifty bucks a night yet, and for the next five days – waiting for his brother's teenage daughter to show up and spread her legs for him.

Christ, that was almost as bad as waiting here to fuck his own daughter – not that he hadn't daydreamed about it at times. Shit, it was only natural. Fern was as sexy in her pink blond innocence as Penny was in her sultry dark sensuousness. What could any guy with functioning balls do but get the hots for the pretty blond? It was only natural, he'd told himself again and again. Even if Fern was his own daughter, it was only natural to once in a while have fantasies, to once in a while ache to get inside her pussy.

Twelve-thirty. She wasn't going to show up. He knew it – she wasn't going to show. Maybe she'd just been toying with him. She had the capability to destroy a guy. He could tell that from the moment he'd first seen her. Even if she did show up, even if she let him sink his prick into her cunt, she could always blackmail him later. She was wicked, devious. Anybody could see that. But, oh, Christ, that made her even more desirable, made him want her even more!

Come on, you bitch, he thought. And he undressed, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood, letting his painfully hard prick spring free into the air. If she came, he'd be ready for her. If she didn't, he'd jerk off all over the motel's blue shag carpet. As he cupped his balls, feeling how bloated they were, how near to bursting with cum, the door vibrated with quick, skipping knocks.

"Uncle Russ? You in there? Uncle Russ? I'm here. It's Penny, Uncle Russ." She shouted loud enough for the first floor of the motel to hear her.

Russell fumbled with the safety chain. Now why in the hell did I double-lock the door? he wondered, trying to shush up the dizzy bitch at the same time.

"Quiet down, Penny! Not so loud! Shhhh!" He got the door open, and Penny bounced in, wearing a bikini that showed half her asscrack and the top edges of her areolas. He wondered if she was late because she'd been arrested for indecent exposure.

"Uncle Russ, you're beautiful," she said, running her hands up and down his back and over his bare ass. Then she reached around and grabbed his cock. "Oooh, you're all ready for me! I can't wait!"

Russell almost shot off from the touch of her hands. "Wait," he gasped, "till I get the door closed."

He trembled as he double-locked the door again. The brass safety chain rattled against the doorjamb as he fought to steady his hands.

"Was anybody out in the hall?" he asked. "Do you think anybody saw you come in here?"

"Didn't see anybody," Penny said casually. "Why?"

"No reason," Russell said, sliding the safety chain into the catch at last. Because I could be put away for twenty years if anybody caught me in here with you, he thought to himself. Dizzy little teenage bitch! And he turned around.

Penny held out her arm's to him. "Here I am, you big sexy man!"

And she wrapped herself around him – stark naked. She'd stripped in the few seconds it had taken him to lock the door. Her nipples poked into his abdomen like hot spikes.

"Oh, I've waited so long to feel you. I could tell you wanted to fuck me, even at the airport." She licked at his hairy chest.

Russell's cock jerked, shot through with hot needles of sex-sensation. He pushed the girl away, holding his breath. His cock stood straight up, quivering dangerously close to orgasm. Don't waste it, he told himself. Hold [missing text].

"What's wrong?" Penny asked, looking stunned.

"You got me so hot that I almost came," he said, forcing a laugh. He was shaking so hard he could hardly stand. "What took you so long?"

Penny lifted one of her tits and licked the nipple. She grinned up at him devilishly. "Had to ditch Fern," she said.

"Fern? You came down here with Fern? For God's sake, you didn't tell her anything, did you?" The little bitch didn't have a brain in her head. She had it all down in her cunt.

"Of course not," Penny said. "We rode down on our bikes – to the see the carnival on the boardwalk, I told her. She met a friend, and I sneaked off. Told her I'd meet her back there in an hour or two."

"Thank God!" Russell said. "Fern can't ever find out about us. I mean that. Do you understand, darling? She can't ever find out."

Penny cupped both her big tits and juggled them up and down, as if trying to hypnotize him with them. The little girl had huge cherries, almost purple, and larger than silver dollars.

"Of course, Uncle Russ," she said. "I ain't that stupid – to tell Fern that me and her daddy are lovers."

Lovers! he thought. Oh, Jesus Christ! And he'd done nothing yet but rent this room and arrange to meet her here.

"I've rented the room until the day you leave," he said. "I'll be free from work every noon hour, and maybe a little longer. If you can get here by noon, we'll have more time." His voice quavered, sounding so unlike his own.

She smiled wickedly. "Oooh, this is just like a soap opera."

Her eyes fell, on his cock, following its throbbings. She licked her lips, and as she did so Russell almost shot off in the air. She was the sexiest female he'd ever laid eyes on – and there she stood, all his, and salivating over his cock. She was like a girl out of his wildest dreams.

Penny stepped toward him suddenly, and slid down his body as if he were a greased pole. Her hard nipples felt like hot fingertips against his skin. She fell to her knees, hugging his ass and kissing his swollen balls while she cooed like a baby getting its bottle.

"Christ, Penny!" he gasped, running his fingers through her soft hair. Her scalp was warm, and it moved under his fingers.

"Mm! Uncle Russ!" Penny mumbled, sucking on his balls.

Then she buried her pretty nose under his nuts and licked toward his ass. Russell felt as if he had a hundred wriggling tongues up his asshole. He braced his hands on her shoulders to steady himself.

Penny licked all around his balls. She sucked his nuts into her mouth one at a time, gently massaging each with her tongue and teeth. Liquid sounds came from her mouth, and she continued to coo. The cum bubbled in Russell's balls, getting ready to erupt.

"Penny," he said, "maybe we should get onto the bed. You know, before I…"

She giggled and squealed, cutting off his words. Her hands wrapped around the base of his cockshaft and she bent it down, half chinning herself on it, it was standing up so hard and strong. She lapped at the underside of his cock with wet, wide strokes. As her tongue wiped across the rear of his cockhead, Russell felt his prick nearly split down the middle with need. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and impaled her face on his cock. His cockrod slid straight down her throat – all eight inches of it. He felt her nose squash against his hairy groin, felt her chin bounce against his bloated, rubbery balls, felt the muscles of her hot throat quiver around his cocklance.

"Suck it!" he grunted. "Suck off my prick!"

He fucked at her face, driving his cock in and out of her mouth, in and out of her throat.

A strange feeling of power filled him, a strange feeling of meanness.

No female had ever before sucked his cock. He'd never fucked any woman's mouth. All he'd ever done was fuck cunt. When he'd been in high school, the girls just didn't do that sort of thing – they'd probably never heard about cocksucking in those days. And Norma, Norma wouldn't do it, refused to do it. He had asked her a few times, but she'd looked at him as if he were crazy. He didn't ask her any more.