John Kellerman - Eager beaver niece

"Now I recall you did that last time," he grinned. "You're gonna grow up to be a boozer if you don't watch out."

They were on the highway again and streaking through the darkened farmlands towards Rollinsville. Now that the strong liquor was working in her blood, Jeany felt much better. Her head had grown clear again with the fuzziness of the beer burned away. And she was almost happy. So what if she'd blown it with Hank? She wasn't that crazy about him anyway. There were plenty of other boys.

"Where we going Uncle Bill?" she asked.

"There was a call outside of Rollinsville. Some kids fooling around in an abandoned house," he smiled, opened the pint again. "I really don't give a good Goddamn whether they fuck and drink in some old haunted house or not. But lots of times they use candles and end up burning the joint down." He wiped his mouth on his hand. "That tends to peeve the owners somewhat."

"So you're gonna do your duty?"

"You bet, little one." He looked at her, blue eyes twinkling. In the glow from the dash he looked like some hero out of a comic book. Jeany blinked her eyes. Maybe it was the bourbon doing that to her.

A mile from Rollinsville they took a dirt road. Bill seemed to know exactly where they were going. He went tearing along kicking up a big dusty rooster tail in the moonlight. Jeany saw a big old house ahead on the right and as her uncle swung into the yard a kid jumped over the railing of the porch and took off through the weeds. There was the sound of engines starting from behind the ramshackle place. Bill got out and leaned over the top of his door.

"I'll give them a chance to get the hell out," he said, the pint bottle dangling loose in his fingers. "I don't feel like doing a bunch of paperwork tonight." Jeany eyed the bottle. If that much had made her feel so wonderful, why couldn't she have a little more?

"Uncle Bill? Could I have another little sip?"

"You said sip, okay?" He handed her the bottle and watched as she tipped it. Jeany was careful to take only a little. It went down her throat like wildfire and spread its glow quickly through her body. Bill took the bottle back.

A car bounced down the drive and hit the gravel road kicking sand and rocks. Bill shook his head and laughed.

"I bet they think they've really pulled one on me. Hell, I know every one of them and they know I do."

The dust settled and there was only the sound of birds in the night. Bill kicked the door shut and started for the house. Jeany got out and hurried after him.

"You sure you want to come?" he asked, flicking on his flashlight. "This old place is kinda spooky."

"I sure don't want to wait alone in the car," die stammered.

Jeany held her uncle's arm as they went in the front door. There was broken furniture and dust everywhere. Glass pound noisily under their feet. Bill took a look around the kitchen, put out a candle and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Most of the action goes on upstairs. I saw them coming out those windows like roaches."

"What kind of action?" Jeany asked, feeling stupid for opening her mouth. She knew of course. What else did a boy and a girl do on a weekend night in an old abandoned house?

The stairs creaked as they went up. Uncle Bill kicked open a bedroom door and they went in. Only the frame of a bed remained, but there was a candle going in the middle of the room and a blanket near a window. Jeany's heart pounded harder when she saw what was on the blanket. A pair of boys skivvies and a bra. There was a long silk stocking puddled nearby. Jeany felt a tingle between her legs. There'd be one girl who'd go home tonight without any of her clothes. And then Jeany remembered how she'd left her own panties banging in that bush up on Baker's Point. Just before Bill snuffed the candle she saw a dark spot on the blanket. It wasn't blood.

The cry came from the next room. Uncle Bill didn't hesitate and when Jeany started after him, he shook his head and motioned for her to stay put. She realized that he was only looking after her safety. But she was dying to see who was in the next room. As Bill went into the hall, she heard the cry again. Then she realized that there was a crack in the closet between the rooms. The faint flicker of another candle glowed through. She crept over and put her face close in time to see her uncle stride into the adjoining bedroom. There on the floor was a very tall, leggy girl with black braids. She was naked, crawling around on hands and knees. She was either drunk or drugged, Jeany couldn't tell which.

Jeany pressed her face closer to see her uncle's reaction. His foot sent a bottle spinning across the dirty floor. The girl gave him a bleary look and slumped down on her belly. She hiccuped and her lids closed.

"Whoops… the jig is up," she babbled. Her ass was pushed high and it took Jeany's breath to see how beautiful she was. A puff of dark cunt hair was visible in the glow from the candle. The blanket where the girl lay was a mess. Somebody, some boy had had plenty of fun with that dark-haired angel. Jeany licked her lips and felt between her thighs. Her throbbing hole was swollen out so that the lips were swollen with blood. And she could feel the place where Hank had penetrated her with his finger.

The girl was obviously dead to the world. But now she was on her back. Uncle Bill had rolled her over and pushed her long legs up so that her knees pressed her tits. They were big tits with large brown nipples. And the same glistening brown pigmentation was evident in the stretched folds between her thighs. Uncle Bill had his uniform off and had hung it carefully over the back of a broken chair. His cock looked like the end of a baseball bat and Jeany remembered again how hot it had been in her palm that night he'd challenged her. No, she wasn't ready for something like that!

Her uncle had a gleam in his eyes and a hungry look on his face. He petted the girl's white thighs and bent to kiss the swollen, throbbing gloss of her crevice. When his tongue flicked out to brush the nub of her clit Jeany pushed her pinky into the tiny hole Hank had made in her.

"Whuhhh," the girl moaned, working her slim hips. One black braid lay across her neck and in the dim light from the candle made the whole scene acorn exotic and strange. Her eyes flickered open. Her long fingers reached out and touched Bill's face. Jeany was coming unglued. Her uncle's caresses had brought the girl out of her drunken stupor.

"Baby! Who are you?"

"Just a passing stranger," Bill breathed. He kissed her belly then, his fingers working deeper in the dripping folds of her cunt. The girl groaned again and shook her head as if in protest. But she wasn't fighting him at all, Jeany noticed. Her dark nipples were very erect. Uncle Bill covered one with his mouth and there was a sucky, wet sound as his middle finger went deep into the girl's body.

"Ahhhhhh… ooohhhhh!" The girl squirmed furiously.

Bill finger-fucked her with a steady in and out movement. The juice made his knuckles glisten in the candle light. Jeany pushed her finger in and out of her own orifice.

In the next room things were getting hot. The girl was flopping her head from side to side and her long toes were raised apart, heels dug at the blanket as Bill kissed her other breast.

He stretched up to hold the black-haired girl's wrists firmly to the floor. And the exposed shaft of his prick throbbed with swollen veins. He made a move with his ass and there was a sound that caused Jeany to catch her breath. A low growling came from the brunette's throat. Bill's cocktip had disappeared. The flared glans was inside the leggy girl's body! Jeany began to pump her hips against the thrust of her littlest finger. The girl was still growling, her teeth bared, her drunken eyes rolling. She was more like some exotic wildcat than a human being. Bill mouthed one of her big tits hungrily and then sucked the nipple and areola between his teeth. His hips lurched again and Jeany watched his shaft slide in another three inches. Floods of hot juice rolled down the girl's crack.