John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

"Why don't you turn over and face me," he suggested in a sexy voice.

"No!"

"Just think how nice it would feel on your tits."

"I said no!" She closed her eyes hoping he was nowhere near done. But she'd lost all will to fight. And her brother was licking her shoulder again. Kissing her. She gasped as he began to rub her clit with one finger while nudging her cherry with his cocktip. "Stop or you're going to hurt me."

"You don't want me to stop," he laughed, rolling off and turning onto his back. He put his hand behind his head and watched her rise on hands and knees and shake herself.

"I wasn't going to fuck you if you didn't want me to," he said at last.

"Oh Ricky, I'm so confused." She couldn't take her eyes off that rigid, pulsing shaft. It was dark purple at the tip and she could see the darkened wins. She could see, too, the little tube that ran along the underside. A shudder went through her shoulders. Her clit was absolutely on fire! And with no one touching it she had the most excruciating desire to touch it herself.

"What are you staring at?" Rick asked.

"Nothing," Jeany blurted. "Nothing at all." But no sooner had she turned her head away than she was sneaking another peek. His cock was pointed up along his belly. It rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

"Go on. Touch it."

"I don't want to touch it," she said, sluicing her head hard. Her mind was overflowing with the memory of how she'd touched her uncle's cock. It had been bigger than Ricky's, but she hadn't seen it as clearly in the dark.

"Come here!" Ricky said, grabbing her wrist suddenly. He pulled her across his body, opening his thighs wide so her own tit between them. She found her small breasts rubbing across his chest, felt his hands kneading the plump firmness of her cheeks. As much as she wanted to resist, another part of her was enjoying the luxurious sensuality.

"Uhhhh! Rickeeee! Stop this!"

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He hugged her tight, kissed her. "How come you're wiggling around so much if you don't like it?"

"I… I can't help it. I want you to let me go." Her voice was husky and sounded far away and weak. She closed her eyes and let her face rest on her brother's chest. He was pulling her up his body an inch at a time. She could feel his hips pumping, could feel the swelled base of his cock as it slipped under the start of her mound. Her juices leaked out against him as her slit was dragged up his length. "Uuhh… nhhhhoooo, Rickeeee!"

"I just can't stop squirming. You feel so hot and hard against my pussy!"

"Look at my cock!" Rick moaned, holding her shoulders as he pumped his own ass on the bed. Now both of them were thrusting and Jeany found that the friction against her slit was even more delightful. She looked down like Rick had told her. When she moved her ass back she could see the head of his cock pruned down against his belly. The head was angry and dark purple. The tube along the bottom bulged as if it were about to be filled. She snapped her hips forward, covering the sensitive knob for an instant with her own velvety lining. When she slid back again a tiny droplet of fluid formed at the tip.

"Ohh, Rick. Are you coming?"

"Yeah… can't help it. You're tearing me up!"

"I'm coming, tooooo!" she cried, plunging, writhing, squirming like she'd lost her mind. Guilt and fear and anything else that might've gotten in the way had totally evaporated now. Thee on top of her brother's muscular body she pumped her virgin cunt up and down against his prickshaft as the drool poured from the corner of her mouth and fell against Rick's chest. Her head flopped forward as the first jolt of pure pleasure broke surface.

"Ehhheeee!" she screamed, her slender body bucking violently with the throes. And then Rick rolled over, taking her with him. For an instant she was pinned under him and had lest all sense of direction or place. But then he rolled her again so that she was on her belly on the mattress like before. A finger slid between her cuntlips and began to massage her clit with just the right pressure. Again her orgasm surged back with renewed power and Jeany sobbed with ecstasy against the pillow. Something was being pressed against her ass. Something hot and slickened with her juices. Her brother's cock!

He lunged and her asshole opened around the throbbing, spurting cocktip. He entered her to the hilt in three shoves and Jeany arched her back and kicked her heels up as he screwed hot plump ass with gasping moans of pleasure.

"Rickeeee! My ass! You fucked my ass!"

"Don't tell anybody, Rick. I'd die. I'd just die if…"

"I won't tell anybody." He kissed her forehead and nose and face. "I'm going to do it the right way next time."

"Nooo!"

"I'll get a rubber. You'll love it after I break your…"

"Oh, God, Rick, I'm so ashamed. Ashamed of you and of me."

"It feels good doesn't it?"

"Yes, but you don't realize. It's incest. I mean its oven against the law, isn't it?"

"I don't know and I don't care. You won't either after I put my cock in your pussy."

"You. Ohhh, I don't know what to say."

She squirmed away from him and sat on the edge of the bed. She felt sullied. Dirty. If it hadn't been so pleasurable she might have gone to the toilet and thrown up. But she wasn't sick. She could even feel the little energies of lust that were still left. She could even imagine her brother letting her rub his cock with her pussy again. She shook her head hard and grabbed the towel from the floor.

"Jeany, come back."

"I've got to be alone," she whimpered, running to the door. "I've never felt like this. You've changed something inside me. I don't feel wrong or right or anything." She had her hand on the doorknob, towel draped across her tits. "I just feel like I want that feeling again. And it worries me."

"It's natural," Rick said, getting up. He walked towards her slowly. "What if I told you I could get a rubber? Would you wait in your room for me to come back?"

Jeany wanted to open the door and run to her own room and lock herself in. But she stood there watching her brother come up to her. He took her shoulders and pulled her against his body. It felt so… Why couldn't she resist his touch? Then she was sobbing softly, the tears streaking his chest.

"Oh, Rick, would it be wrong? Would I be wicked to let you do it?"

"I'll be gentle. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"That's what I'm afraid of. I'm afraid of my own emotions."

"Wait in your room. I'll run down to the drugstore and get something. We've got the house to ourselves today. I can show you what it's really like to make love."

"Rick. I just can't."

He pulled her back up, kissed her mouth softly. "Go wait your room. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Jeany went to her room. But instead of waiting, she slipped into a pair of jeans and pulled a T-shirt over her tender breasts. Then she went out the back door and climbed onto her bike. She pedaled towards the park, knowing she'd be safe in the cool grass by the time Ricky got back to the house with the rubbers.

Lynn had just returned from showing three houses to prospective buyers and felt she had earned an early lunch. Maybe even the afternoon off. She put the keys and house folders on Gloria's desk and looked around the office. The clock said eleven-thirty and yet the place seemed deserted. She started towards her uncle's door but a strange feeling made her hesitate. She knew he liked privacy when he was dictating a letter. He'd made that clear to her one day when she'd casually knocked. Yes, that was probably it. Gloria was in taking dictation. She tapped her fingers on the desk, fingered a few papers and finally went to the small restroom that opened off of one corner of the front office. Uncle Chad like to add personal touches to things and he hadn't spared effort when he'd designed the restroom. It was carpeted with a marble basin and antique mirror. Instead of a metal stall for the commode, he'd had a carved wooden one put in. It reached all the way to the floor, providing more privacy. Lynn closed the stall door and sat on the toilet. She had just finished peeing and was about to flush when she heard someone else enter the restroom.