John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

"Not automatically," Nat said.

"If he gives her money, does that mean he doesn't love her?"

"Not necessarily," he told her. Teresa took a big gulp from her glass.

"Some expert you are."

"I didn't say I was an expert," Nat laughed. His face grew serious then. He put an arm around her shoulders. "You sure have gotten pretty, you know that?"

"Thank you. Oh, God, this Brandy is fun!" She finished her glass and held it out for more. Nat uncorked the bottle and let a few glugs pour in. Teresa was a little giddy. She wondered how much of an effect she was having on her uncle. In a female kind of way. Did Nat think she was sexy? Or just another pretty little girl?

"Would you pay someone for sex?" she blurted then broke into giggles. That Brandy was something else.

"Sure. I've done it."

"Would you pay someone… like me? I mean if you didn't know me and all," she quickly added. Nat gave her a look. She had the uncomfortable feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. Or was it a comfortable feeling? She laughed and drank more Brandy.

"I'd pay for you." He didn't smile. "I'd pay for even a kiss."

"How much?" she teased, puckering her mouth close to his. Nat reached his wallet out and put a five dollar bill on the coffee table. With a squeal, Terry grabbed it and shoved it into her pocket. Then she pushed her soft mouth out and closed her eyes. She was having trouble keeping a straight face. But Nat wasn't just playing games. He grabbed her shoulders roughly and pulled her against him. It wasn't just a quick peck. It was a smothering, wet kiss. Teresa trembled as Nat's tongue snaked between her teeth. He worked her head back until she was panting through her nostrils. Fire shot through her belly every bit as powerful as the Brandy. She gave a whimper of surrender as his lips writhed against hers. She was taken up by the utter passion of the kiss, swept into her uncle's hunger. When he let her go, she fell back, eyes rolling. She put a finger to her lips where he'd devoured her.

"God!" she breathed. Nat was reaching in his wallet again. Another five spun down on the table. She stared dazedly at the bill.

"Go ahead and pick it up," he dared, "I'm still not satisfied." Something inside her made Teresa reach out and take the bill. She wasn't giggling anymore. She looked at her uncle as he reached out for her again.

"Ohhh, Uncle Nat…" This time the kiss was softer. But it was deeper, sexier. She melted against his body as his hands rubbed up and down her back. She felt him fumble at the buttons of her short blouse, couldn't stop him. It fell away from her shoulders and he began to feast upon the soft, tan flesh in the hollow of her neck. Terry felt a moment of panic as she always did at the very beginning. But the panic always passed. Even though she knew this was her very own uncle kissing her, she couldn't think about being afraid.

Not with his hot lips inching towards one of her breasts. She managed to look down just as he pushed the quivering cock into his mouth.

"Uncle Nat! Ohhh, Jesus Christ!"

"You like that?" he breathed, sucking the swell in again.

"Like it? I think I'm gonna die, it feels so good!"

"Course we won't tell anybody about us…" He licked the pink nipple and smiled when it bulged from the soft circle of flesh. Then with a growl, he nibbled at the delicate flesh again, letting her feel his teeth now.

Teresa scratched her nails against the nape of his neck. She'd seen that in movies. And Nat seemed to like it. He danced his tongue across her nipple until she was squirming around on the sofa.

"You're so young and soft," he told her, a hand working at the button of her denim cut-offs. Terry blushed. She'd put in a tampax before driving home and since it was the first time she'd used anything like that, she was uncomfortable knowing that her uncle's searching fingers would soon discover the little string hanging from between her cuntlips. This started her thinking deeper too… about what she was letting happen. Nat was her kin, after all. A hell of a lot closer than her cousin Darren and that had been a bad enough thing to do.

"Uncle Nat, I think we'd better stop!"

"How come, sweetheart? I'm not going to hurt you."

"Roger might come back. And Jane is just upstairs. I don't feel right about it anyway. You being my…" – she dropped her eyes – "…you… uncle."

"I really don't give a shit about that kind of crap," Nat said, rubbing her belly. "I look at your flat little stomach and those pretty little tits and baby I go bananas!"

"You really think I'm pretty?"

"You damn right I do!" He gave her a hot look. "Honey, I'd let you pee in my mouth."

Terry giggled. If she hadn't been drinking Brandy, she might have blushed. Or maybe she was blushing and laughing too. She couldn't really tell.

"Nat, you've had too much Brandy."

"But not enough of you," he whispered romantically, his rubbing hand slipping further down her abdomen. She grabbed his wrist, but there was no contest. She felt his fingers teasing over her blonde down. Then he was dividing the soft plumpness, searching for her cit.

"Nat… stop… it's my period!" This time she really did blush. Nat chuckled and gave her a long look.

"I can tell you're getting stubborn. Especially after you had a taste of hard cold cash." His eyes were amused. As if he considered her a sweet, mischievous child. "You're insatiable," he drawled, kissing her short, upturned nose, "and you're sin on a stick too. The prettiest little chunk of sin I ever laid eyes on." He dug in his wallet and tossed two twenty-dollar bills on the table. Teresa eyed them greedily. She was trying to add up all the money she'd collected the past few days. And she hadn't asked for one red cent. Her hand shot out and she pocketed the cash. She knew what that meant of course. Her uncle took a deep breath and wiped a hand across his mouth.

"Baby I'm gonna do you like you've never been done and then some…"

"Not here Nat. We can't do it here." Her voice was trembling with anticipation. And there was a little fear too. By the way her uncle's jeans were swelled out she knew he had to be hung like a mule.

"My room." Nat got up. "I'll go look in on Jane and maybe even leave this bottle by her table." He laughed. "That'll keep her busy while we…" He laughed again and ran his tongue over his lips. Teresa tugged on her braids. She couldn't explain the hunger she felt for her forty-year-old uncle. But it was real. And she could hardly wait for him to seduce her.

"I want to jump in the shower real quick," she said. Nat patted her trim ass as she bounced out of the room. She was trembling all over as she got a towel from the linen closet and went to the downstairs bathroom. She stifled the water running and undressed leisurely before the minor. Her slender legs seemed longer than ever now. She was growing taller by the day. And her breasts were slightly plumper than before, the nipples more mature-looking. That was from all the mouths that had been sucking at them, she guessed. She fluffed the tiny triangle of blonde down that didn't quite cover her slit. It wasn't much, but men seemed to like it.

She stepped carefully into the big bathtub and punched the big shower button. As the hot spray began to sting her shoulders she jerked the curtain closed and grabbed a bar of soap. The bathroom door opened. She could see the dark shape through the translucent plastic curtain. She rubbed thick lather over her breasts and belly.

"Nat? Is that you?" The curtain was thrust back and somebody stepped in with her. Nat of course. He was so naughty. "We shouldn't do this right in the house, Nat…" She had her eyes closed as she rubbed soap over her freckled nose. A hand curled around her belly and drew her ass back against a hard, upjutting cock. She looked down at the hand and knew immediately that it wasn't Nat at all. The hand was huge and hairy and there was a big ring on one finger. Nat wore no rings.