Grace Wilkinson - The family reunion book II

Opening her eyes, she was terrified to see the look of sadistic glee on his face… and it occurred to her that Uncle Ike had gone crazy! She issued a silent prayer that he would come to his senses soon and that it would all be over shortly!

Above her, Ike felt his heated cock getting thicker and thicker, as he ground savagely forward. Never had he felt anything like this before… so young and tender and helpless… so fantastically NEW! His inflated cock felt burning hot, and he was almost there. Eagerly he continued to ram into her with a mounting tension. Suddenly Nancy's voice reached him beyond the clouds of his excitement.

"Uncle Ike…please please!!!" The words exploded in his brain… He was her uncle… this squirming wonderful little pussy belonged to his niece… But his niece by marraige only… And soon… soon they would all know… all of them! That thought did it! With a wild scream of lust, he threw his head back, letting his hot lewd sperm shoot forward into Nancy's wide stretched cuntal passage. He could feel her tiny wet muscles clamping tight around his hard rod as she groaned in helpless submission beneath him. Spurt after spurt of his lustful juices emptied into the little girl's womb, filling her up inside until they flowed back out her tightly locked pussy lips again, streaming lewdly down over her naked buttocks to form warm wet pools on the crumpled bed below.

"No noonononooooooo!" Nancy screamed, feeling the wetness expanding inside her… it was as though a fireman had placed his hose directly against her tiny vagina and let loose an endless flood of water.

Suddenly depleted, Ike fell forward onto her, completely satiated by the tremendous effort he had put into his cruel fucking of his young virginal niece.

As Nancy lay sobbing beneath him, Ike panted above her, from the blackness of his almost mindless state, rose the wonderful thought that had urged him on during the incredible act of fornication he had just completed.

Soon… he would show them all! He'd show them!

"But what could he possibly want?" Carrie Livingston wondered aloud as she and John made their way to the building that would soon house the new discotheque. Carrie felt undeniably shaky, and it was only her husband's strong presence that helped her to function after their most unusual encounter the day before. She hadn't seen Jamie since he had left the luxuriously furnished bedroom, looking pale and shaken. She had not had the heart to cry out after him then… clearly they were all in trouble! What on earth were they going to do?

That was why Carrie was surprised to see that all the lights were on in the as yet unfinished space… and there sitting down at one of the tables, was her son Jamie and his wife Susan. Little Nancy sat at the table with them… but none of them seemed to be speaking to each other. John supported Carrie's elbow as she faltered upon seeing Jamie.

"Come on in…" John said… "Ike must have asked them to come too… He said he had something to tell all of us!"

Maybe he's the only one with any sense around here after all! he thought to himself. He for one, was ready to hear what anybody had to say that could help the family.

He made Carrie sit down at one of the tables after nodding to his estranged son and his family. Looking around him, he wondered if all the work he had done to make Livingston's a success had been in vain. If there weren't some way to straighten things out with his family, and his wife in particular… what use was there in going on?

The bright lights were on in the large room since it was a grey day outside… the first since the family had arrived in the mountains. It had seemed as though the incredible Indian Summer was going to last forever, and this was the first day that was more like the late October weather they should have been having. John focused his eyes on the empty stage, where next summer he planned to have five musicians playing for his guests. Carrie got up and went to the bar to fix herself a drink.

"Would anyone like a drink?" she said loudly, almost defensively.

Jamie didn't answer, but Susan looked gratefully at her mother-in-law.

"Yes, Mother Livingston…" she said, "Please…"

Carrie began to make the busy noises of a bartender, having decided to make a drink for everyone and while she was there, the front door was flung open and in walked Ike and Tricia.

Tricia barely raised her eyes in greeting to the others and Ike seemed to have a firm hold on her arm. John looked up at his daughter, and once more felt a surge of desire for her. It was hard for him to hide his antagonism toward his son-in-law Ike, but he was determined to try anyway.

Tricia sat down at one of the tables across from the others, and Ike moved up to the stage facing the family, his eyes shining brightly, his whole stance one of a person with the utmost confidence in himself. The effect was electrifying.

He spoke loudly and clearly to his captive audience, after having waited until Carrie finished placing glasses of Courvoisier brandy and soda in front of each of them and returned to her chair beside John.

"I've gathered you all here…" he began, his eyes taking in each of them with equal intensity. "To show you something… and tell you a lot of things I think you ought to know!"

Carrie shivered as Ike's eyes focused upon her. She lowered her eyes, unable to withstand his stare… already fearful about what he was going to say.

"First of all I think we ought to all show our gratitude for good old Mother Livingston for starting off our little family reunion with a bang… so to speak!" Ike continued to stare down at his attractive mother-in-law. "She welcomed us all in that tramp, see-through dress… letting us all see what fantastic boobs she's got… not to mention everything else. Well I want you to know that that very night… I got to feel those boobs… and they're every bit as wonderful as they look!"

Tricia gasped and turned white, casting a shocked look at her mother. "Oh… no… not Mother!" she said softly under her breath.

"Not to mention what else I got to feel!" Ike continued. "Yes… John… you've got yourself a good pussy there… But then I suppose you know that!"

Carrie began to cry, but made no move to leave the table. Beside her, John forced himself to continue staring at Ike… trying to maintain his composure, even though this information about his wife was news to him. It was news to everyone else in the room too, and each struggled with his own thoughts trying to assimilate it with the knowledge they did have. Susan made a brief effort to get Nancy to leave the discotheque… but the little girl refused to go… and Susan herself felt so depleted that she finally gave up. Nancy would have to do some fast growing she thought… to keep up with the family! It was all too bad but there was nothing she could do about it now!

"Yes…" Ike continued. "It's a sweet blonde, luscious cunt… and I want to show it to you!" He suddenly flicked a switch and turned down the lights. Then he connected the video tape machine he had already positioned on the stage, and turned it on.

There for everyone to see was a close up of Ike's fleshy hard instrument disappearing to the hilt between widespread legs that obviously belonged to Carrie Livingston! They crawled crab fashion up Ike's muscular back as six fascinated pairs of eyes watched the small screen. The lewd couple bucked and jumped on the bed, writhing in absolute ecstasy on Carrie's round bed.

"God… he's fucking her good!" John had to admit it to himself, even though he could hardly condone what he was watching. He felt a spark of fire leap to life inside him as he saw Carrie's face on the screen, a mask of lust, her mind on nothing but the fucking she was getting from her son-in-law, Ike.