John Kellerman: Eager beaver niece

Jeany had fooled around inside Horton's Drugstore until there was nothing left to look at. She'd picked up a paperback book, a chapstick and a package of Kotex since her period was due to start in a few days. For the first Saturday night of the summer, things were turning out to be a miserable drag. Charlie Dugan was leaning against the corner of the building smoking a cigarette as she came out into the cool night air.

"Hey Jeany, how you doin'?"

"Hi Charlie." She peeled a stick of gum and folded it into her mouth slowly, her eyes meeting Charlie's. She acknowledged his unspoken flirt with a smile.

"You want to drive up to Baker's Point with me?" he said, flicking an ash off his smoke like he'd done it all his life. Jeany's heart quickened. She liked Charlie. She'd longed to go out with him lots of times. But it was impossible. Charlie knew how her folks were as well as she did. She shrugged as if the decision were up to her. Baker's Point was notorious for night games. Jeany had heard enough stories from her school chums to fill a book. She wondered just how many girls had lost their cherries while perked along that rocky hillside as the lights of Sutterton twinkled below. Charlie tightened one bicep under the taut sleeve of his shirt.

"Well?" he grinned. "You want to go? We could stop by Hank's and pick up some beer."

He was so close. Jeany looked up into his dark eyes. Charlie's hair curled over his ears and was long at the nape of his neck. It was almost as dark as his eyes. He seemed about to touch her. Jeany thought she'd faint if he touched her.

"I can't go anywhere," she breathed, watching his mouth. "You know I can't."

"Who would know?"

"Uncle Bill would know. He patrols the Point every night and you know it."

Charlie spit and shook his head.

"But I just can't!" She gripped the paper bag of purchases and started down the walk. She'd gotten only a few yards when Charlie called after her.

"I'll be waiting," he said, "I want to find out how you get them damned tight shorts on and off…" Jeany would have said something back, but she was blushing furiously. She didn't know whether she'd been insulted or complimented. Maybe a little of both. But as she went on in noticed that the crotchband of her panties had gotten moist. Her cunt lips rubbed smoothly together as she put one foot in front of the other. She we about to cross the street when her uncle swooped up to the curb and pushed the door open.

"Evening, Jeany, hop in."

Jeany slid into the wide seat and pulled the door closed behind her. The inside of Bill's patrol car smelled of both gun oil and after shave. There was the faint aroma of liquor, too. Uncle Bill was a big man, muscles bulging under his short sleeved uniform shirt. The car pulled away from the curb and ho went down Main and went past Charlie on the corner. Jeany stared at him without waving. He was lighting another cigarette, but his eyes flicked up as the car went on by and headed towards the edge of town. Another hot tingle went through the lower part of Jeany's body. She squirmed deeper in the seat, fretting about the way the world was.

"How you enjoying the summer?" Bill asked.

"Bored stiff," she said without hesitation.

"Well, I'll try and make things more interesting," her uncle laughed. "I'll call and tell Betty to phone home for you." Betty was the girl who handled police calls. Jeany knew it would be all right with her dad. Her uncle had taken her on night patrols before when she us much younger. It was better than dying of boredom in her room at home.

When Bill turned off on the dirt road heading towards Baker's Point, Jeany bit her bottom lip. She knew that her uncle checked the lover's lane at lent twice on Saturday night in the summer, but she'd hoped he wouldn't take her with him this time.

"I really don't care about the kids getting a little action," he said, giving her a smile, "but if I didn't come up here and make them sit up in the cars, the daddy of every girl in town would be giving me hell during the council meeting. I guess they blame me if anybody gets knocked up." He pushed the powerful car on up the road, a plume of dust rising in the moonlit night behind.

The truth was, Jeany thought, that a lot of daddies probably suspected Uncle Bill himself. He was thirty-five and a bachelor and a notorious cocksman around town. Bill had done in a few high school girls before during his night patrol so it was rumored. Jeany couldn't really say if it was true or not. She was awful fond of Bill and usually ended up defending him. But at the same time she knew he was capable of getting in a girl's panties in short order. A brawny, good-looking guy who always drew looks from girls. Yeah, her uncle had probably sired a son or two in the county and there was no telling how many virgins he'd take care of. Jean squirmed in the seat thinking about it. Did Bill carry rubbers in the glove compartment? Did he use the front seat or back?

"You okay, sweetheart?" Bill asked. "You look nervous?"

"I'm okay." They were close to the top of the Point now and the road was narrowing. He pulled into the lot and his headlights fanned across the parked cars, heads bobbed up here and there.

"There's Nancy Hansfield with Buddy," Bill laughed. "If I know Buddy, he's already gotten a little. That kid don't waste time." Jeany blushed, her fingers tight on the arm rest a her Uncle stopped and swept his spotlight around. She felt a little sick in the stomach. She knew it was because she was overexcited. Her head spun.

"Would it be okay if I walk on up the path to the Point?" she asked, already pulling on the door handle. She had to have some air… had to!

"Sure Jeany, I guess your old man wouldn't mind if he knew you were with me." He turned off his lights but left his engine idling. "I'll hang around down here until I've cooled all these young studs off enough to give 'em blue balls. I'll give a toot when I'm ready to split."

Jeany stumbled out of the patrol car and hurried past the cars that were parked at the edge of the lot. She went up the moonlit path that wound the final hundred yards to the lookout at the top of the hill. The cool air brushed her cheeks, refreshed her. She felt better leaving her uncle's raw remarks, the sweating carloads of adolescents. She just couldn't get all hot and bothered about that stuff. It would drive her crazy if she let it get to her. But she wasn't far down the path when she heard a girl's soft moan from somewhere in the bushes. She went ahead slower, holding her breath to hear more. And though she knew what was probably happening, she couldn't stop herself from approaching the place between the scrub oak bushes that opened to a secret patch of wild pass. The spot was ringed with bushes, hidden from sight. But the moan came again and she knew that there was a girl in there… and a boy.

"Ohhhhhhh… darling!" the girl moaned. Jean was on her hands and knees now, pushing her head through the opening in the thicket. It was like some force within her had taken over and was making her peek almost against her will. The moon came out from a cloud then and Jeany almost gasped out loud.

It was Rick! Her own brother! And underneath his lanky body was Lynn Scott, her first cousin on her mother's side of the family. And of course Lynn was Rick's cousin too!

"Oh, Lynn! Ohhh, baby. It's sooo good," Rick whispered. Jeany blinked from where she peeked through dense branches. She could see that Lynn's slender legs were straight up in the air, bent slightly at the knees. Lynn was a red-headed girl with white, smooth skin. In the light from the moan she looked like a woods nymph as she squirmed her curvy ass back and forth in the grass. Jean felt giddy as she watched her brother slide his hands down to grasp each quivering cheek of Lynn's ass. He lifted himself a little then and pulled his hips back. Jeany clamped a hand over her mouth. She had the perfect spot to see it all. As Rick's cock came out of Lynn's pussy with a sexy, sucking sound, the pretty redhead clawed frantically at her cousin's back.