John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

She felt him slip around so that he could pet her belly. And then as he pushed down across her navel she stretched around in the seat so that he could find the place where her T-shirt had pulled out of her shorts. Her uncle ran his fingers across the small gap and with a sigh of resignation, pushed under the white cotton. She felt him touch the lacy edge of her panties and hesitate. She worked her hips then and whimper into his kiss for more.

"Come on, Jeany, I'd damn well better take you home," he said, pulling his mouth away.

"No… kiss me some more."

"You don't really mean that. You're just upset." His finger was still touching the elastic of her panties. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him deeper into her shorts. For an instant his finger brushed across the beginning of her mound but he pulled his hand away. He had the patrol car started before she could protest.

"Uncle Bill. I… ohhh, damn it!" She started crying again, her belly knotted in anger and frustration and shame. She realized, too, that she was drunk. She'd had a big mouthful of booze on an empty stomach and she didn't know the first thing about drinking. Through her sobs she started to laugh. She could see the bulge in her uncle's pants. Seeing a law officer in uniform with a big erection seemed hilarious somehow. And then the laughter was gone and she wanted to reach out for that swollen lump. But she didn't. She peeled her T-shirt instead and tried to throw it out the window as her uncle wheeled the car around.

"Are you crazy?" he barked, grabbing her T-shirt with one hand as he steered with the other. He hit the gas and kicked racks up as they bounced out of the parking lot and back down the rutted road towards the highway. Jeany had one end of her T-shirt while her uncle held the other. They fought over it until the car was out of sight of the lover's lane and then em jammed on the brakes and jerked the T-shirt away from her.

"Aren't I pretty?" Jeany said drunkenly. "Aren't I?" She pulled her chest out. Her tits weren't very big. But they were firm and round and rode high on her body. The nipples were a dark pink and Jeany knew how to make them stick out. If she could just rub them against something. Her uncle's shirt. She rubbed them there and clung to his shoulders.

"What do you do to girls when you take the out?" She whined. "Don't you want to do the same thing to me?" Uncle Bill was angry. He pulled her T-shirt over her head and jerked it down roughly.

"You just about got me in a hell of a lot of trouble, honey. Now I want you to put your arms through the sleeves of that T-shirt and then sit there and don't say a Goddamned word until I get you home."

"God, I'm drunk," she giggled, doing what her uncle had told her.

"Oh, Christ, if your old man finds out about me giving you liquor…" Bill drove on, his fingers twisting on the wheel. How we I to know you'd drink half the damned bottle.

"Gimme some more," Jeany laughed, reaching under the seat. Bill would have kept her from drinking it but he was trying to keep the car from going off into the woods. She got another swallow down before he slapped the bottle onto the floor.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" he bellowed. The fiery feeling increased in her belly and Jeany started yelling out the window as they descended the hill. Then she got the zipper of her shorts down and started wriggling out of them.

"Oh, let's undress!" she babbled. "Everybody should run around naked. That way nobody would be lonely!"

Bill was just staring at her. Staring at her thighs and belly and the blonde curls between. He licked his lips slowly. His expression almost made her want to pull the edge of her T-shirt down to hide her nakedness. She slipped back and forth between drunkenness and fright.

"Do you really want this?" he growled, jerking his pants open. Jean shrank back against her door. The thick, dark thing he'd untangled from his shorts left her breathless with shock. It was even bigger than her brother's cock. Thicker across the head. Bulging with blood. He jacked the skin up and down slowly and his flared tip peeked from the taut collar. The fact that Bill was uncircumcised made his cock look even more potent.

"I-I…" She stammered to silence. Trembling, she put one hand over her mushy pubes and then the other. As if that would stop Bill if he really wanted to fuck her. Though she was still excited, she had been snapped back to reality by her uncle's sudden move.

"DO you really want this thing pushed through that little cherry of yours? I'll bet you're still a virgin, right?" She nodded meekly. "Yeah, I thought so. And you don't know your cunt from a hole in the ground." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her fingers down to his groin. She shrank back but he made her touch him and then grasp the feverish shaft of cockmeat.

"Ohhhhh!" she gasped, feeling dizzy.

"Could you take that up into your little belly? Could you?"

"Noooo!"

"But that's what you were begging for a second ago." He made her move his foreskin up and down over the bulging head. It made a slick sound as it exposed more of the darkened glans. Scared as she suddenly was, Jeany was transfixed by the sight of that pulsing knob of meat. The effects of the liquor were still with her, though her courage had slipped away. And the flushed, giddy feeling seemed to put her in a trance as she watched each surge of the thing in her had.

"Ohhh!" she gasped, trembling with strange emotions. "Ohhh, Uncle Billy… take me home… please take me home!"

As a child, Lynn had never been bothered by the confessional. But the mere sight of the booth with its dark curtain made chills run up her spine. She knew that her sin had become too grievous to admit to. How could she ever tell Father O'Hara that she had been on intimate terms with a boy. Outside of marriage, fornication was what the church called it. The word had such a heavy, wicked sound to it. And yet to mouth it made Lynn want more. Of course it would be bad enough to confess even that much. But she knew she could never tell the priest that the boy she'd fucked was her very own cousin.

"Why tell anything at all?" she said to herself. She was standing before, her dresser combing her hair. She was wearing a dainty golden anklet with her initials engraved in fancy script on one side and a tiny heart on the other. It was all she had on. But she had become aroused thinking wicked thoughts and it occurred to her that it might help to put on some clothing. As she pulled her panties up she felt the dampness of her red cunt curls as they were pressed up by the nylon crotchband. She had to get dressed anyway to be to work on time. Her Uncle Chad had offered her a put summer job working at his real estate office. Well, she wouldn't actually be in the office all day. Which mad, it that much better. Chad wanted her to show clients the property they might be interested in. She would have a clipboard with and the facts and the keys to dozens of houses. It would be easy and fun and Chad was giving her really good money. It was so much better than working in the five and ten. He'd even given her the use of his sharp, red sports car.

Lynn put on a pair of tight slacks and a fancy cowboy shirt. She applied just the right amount of lipstick and eyeshadow and after a few more glances at her reflection, she felt ready to face the professional world.

"I think I'll just forget about what happened the other night," she said aloud, hoping the sound of her own voice would give her courage. She could lie to her folks, tell them that she would go to confession and then not go. She'd done that before.

On the drive to her uncle's office her thoughts kept drifting back to that night up on Baker's Point. She didn't want to dwell on it, but something drew her reverie to those frantic, ecstatic moments. She hadn't even had a date with Ricky. Her parents wouldn't have heard of such a thing. Ricky had always had affection for her but they'd only kissed as cousins often did. As the years passed though, Rick never lost his obvious desire for her.