John Kellerman - Hot pants niece

Terry knew Nat that well. She had to cool things off… she had to head her uncle back upstairs. Maybe even out of the house, away from here. She caught him at the bottom of the steps.

"Go start the truck, Uncle Nat," she said, pressing her slim body against him. Even with his pants on, he smelled like cum. But she'd have time to get mad about what Janey had done later. "I want to get out of here for awhile."

"Wearing that towel?" he grinned, picking at the edge of it.

"My bikini is in the glove compartment. I was going swimming the other day but decided not to." She pulled his mouth against hers.

"I thought I heard a bunch of racket down here," he said.

"Just Janey. But she's okay now. We had a talk." Teresa knew she was talking too fast but she didn't want her uncle to hear if Jane squealed again. "She's in the back bedroom, sleeping off that Brandy you gave her." She entwined her fingers in his and pulled him towards the door. "Come on Nat, let's go."

While Nat headed towards town, she pulled on her bikini. He almost ran off the highway watching.

"Jesus, I don't know whether I can wait till we get a motel," he said, breathing hard.

"I'll decide when you get what you want," she said, pouting at him. She adjusted the cups under her tits and stuck her tongue out when she saw him leering. "And all this time I thought I was the only sister you were interested in."

"Yeah… well… uhh…"

Teresa had just been fishing, but since she was catching him up so easily, she cast again.

"And what about that night you and Jane left Roger and me at the bar?"

"Look baby, she wanted it. I mean, I thought you, were too young for me then…" He grabbed her small hand and kissed the palm hungrily. Janey let him. Actually it felt good. Especially when he ran his tongue between her fingers.

"I guess you've suffered enough," she said at last. "I'm not mad."

"Then let's stop at the first motel."

"I think I'd like something to drink," Teresa said, taking the rubber bands off her braids so she could brush them out.

"I thought you said you weren't going to make me suffer anymore," Nat moaned.

"Some gentleman," she said, looking down her nose. "Girl can't even get a drink."

"Okay baby, you win."

As the truck thrummed along, Terry cocked a leg and put her foot out the window. It amused and excited her that her Uncle Nat could drive and look at her flimsy blue bikini at the same time. She pushed one fine blonde curl back under, the material and frowned.

"They don't make these things big enough to even cover a girl's cunny."

"Plenty big enough," mumbled Nat, "plenty big enough!"

There was one hell of a Friday afternoon party going on when they went in the bar in Warton. Teresa followed Nat to the only seats available two chain at the big round booth in back. She recognized one of the young guys who'd jived her at the stoplight that day she'd run errands. And then she saw that old hardware man, the one who'd given her a longing look and babbled something about a hundred dollars. Everyone gazed hungrily at her lean, bikinied body as she gracefully slid into the booth.

"You all know my niece," Nat said and everyone nodded eagerly. Then the noise started up again and as the waitress brought a pitcher of beer. Terry was sitting by the old man. He stared at her like she was the long lost hardware girl in the sky. Teresa thought he was kind of cute. But then she was pretty tipsy too.

"Your name is Charlie, isn't it?"

"You bet your ass," he said, grabbing her hand under the table. Terry knew he was feeling pretty good from all the beer. But she let him hold her, hand. "If I was a young man again," he told her, "I'd kick all these young studs on their ass and take you away to New Orleans." He swigged beer and shook his grey head. "Goddamned if I wouldn't."

Terry liked him more than ever. And she noticed, too, that for someone over sixty, he was in good shape. Even some of the younger guys had beer bellies. But bid Charlie looked a match for any of them. He pulled her hand close to his leg.

She gave a little squeal when she realized what he was trying to do.

"Not here, Charlie."

"Then where?" he laughed, hooking a hand around her bare waist. Nat glared at him. Teresa glared at Nat.

"Charlie and I are talking," she scolded. She wanted to make her uncle suffer a little longer. Anyway it was so dark in that booth that nobody could tell what was going on. The juke box blared with some crazy country song and one of the men spilled a glass of beer across the table. Charlie looked hungrily at Terry's right tit. Under the table, his hands were busy at her bikini.

"Charlie, you really are something." By now he'd managed to force her fingers into his fly. Instead of a hard cock there was something the size of a one dollar bill. But it was crisper than most singles and folded neatly down the middle. Under the bill was Charlie's rigid cock. She sucked in a surprised gasp as she felt the size of it.

"I used to please the ladies with that, honey," he chuckled.

"By the feel of it, I bet you still can." She pulled the folded money out and glanced down under the table at it. One hundred dollars. She blinked her eyes and pushed it into the left cup of her bikini. The thrill she felt taking a man's money was getting better every time she did it. But she knew she was going to have to come across. A hundred bucks was more than a little tip.

"I'm going to go pee," Charlie whispered. "You follow me back in a little bit. There's a storeroom…" He smiled at her. Teresa was beginning to wonder just how old Charlie really was.

She waited till he'd been gone three minutes and then excused herself. No one seemed to notice that she was up to, but two guys slapped her ass as she worked her way out of the booth.

"Don't forget to come back with that bikini, sweetheart," one said.

"We'll get rid of Nat while you're gone," kidded another. Nat looked bored. She could tell he was thinking about the motel room. She padded across the dance floor, her trim ass swinging to the cheers of the men at the table. In the long hall that led to the restrooms, she paused. A door opened and Charlie motioned her in.

Teresa found herself in a storeroom. Cases of whiskey and beer were stacked against the wall and there was an old auto seat, its back broken down flat to lie on the floor. The scene was illuminated by a single, naked light bulb swinging from a cord in the ceiling. Charlie pulled her close against him and kissed her chest.

"I guess you don't want to kiss an old fool like me," he said.

"I don't see why not," she breathed, "and I want to." Teresa did feel sexy. She could only explain it because of the way Hank had gotten her so hot when he'd fucked her ass. She hadn't quite come then and had been wanting to ever since. But there was something sexy about Charlie, too. She could imagine what he was like as a young man. And with his cock out of his pants, she couldn't resist circling her moist, soft fingers around the shaft. They kissed, kissed again. Charlie growled with hunger as his hands traced the soft hollows and bumps of her young body. It thrilled her to be able to turn on someone like that. Charlie obviously appreciated her more than any man she'd fucked so far.

"God, this might kill me, but it'll be the closest to heaven I'll ever get."

She lay back on the busted car seat and spread her legs slightly. Charlie got her bikini untied and when the crotchpiece fell away, he gritted his teeth and made a sound like he was praying.

"Honey, you're worth the hundred. You're worth every penny of it!" Teresa opened her tan, slim arms to him.

"Fuck me Charlie! Hurry!"

She gasped with passion as he searched between the plump lips of her mound. Then he gingerly gouged open her folds and eased the tip of his cock against the steamy spot. She arched her back as he eased his shaft in. It went in quickly to the hilt, left her trembling in heat as he pulled down the cups of her bra and began to feast gently on her small, hard tit.