Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

"Mmmmmm… oh, Morgan… can't you fuck me just a little? It won't take very long… mmmmmm!"

Morgan couldn't take anymore of Jeanie's teasing. Hastily, he removed his clothes, and taking the precaution of locking the front door, rushed back to the sofa, his fully erect penis bobbing lewdly in front of him as he walked.

The excited young uncle let his full weight fall upon the slight form that lay upon the couch, and felt his niece tremble with desire beneath him.

"Put it in… oh, put it in right away!" she cried. It was going to last a long time, she knew… she would make it turn out that way. It was going to last exactly as long as she wanted it to!

The taxi driver told Fran how much he liked her perfume, and all the way back to her house from Manhattan he told her story after story about his wife and daughter, about football games he'd enjoyed and about his mother's operation. Fran listened to it all with a smile playing about her lips. She felt benevolent, all-forgiving. She felt just perfect. The champagne she'd had blurred her vision just enough so that everything outside the cab looked dreamy and interesting. The harsher realities of the city were cushioned.

She tipped the driver lavishly. It was only money, after all, and still listening to his declarations of thanks, she floated up the walk to her house.

The taxi driver watched her as she moved away from him, his lips forming the words that rose from his subconscious. "Boy, honey, would I like to eat you out! Some guys got all the luck, fucking a juicy blonde one like that!" He was thinking of his own wife, and of the woman he saw once a week… the neighbor down the hall. He always said to himself that pussy was pussy no matter how you sliced it, but sometimes, like now, he felt cheated. Just once in his life he'd like to get into something like his last fare!

He didn't start up again until he saw Fran try the door, then fumble in her purse for her keys. She fit the key into the lock and then entered the house. The driver started up, and after blowing her a mental kiss he sped away.

Fran stepped into the vestibule, her brain still whirling with thrilling thoughts. She was, she thought, the world's most fortunate woman. She dropped her pocketbook on the hall chair and started toward the living room, but before she got there she heard the strange sounds that would become the true turning point in her life that day.

"Ooooooooh yes! Fuck it! Fuck it!" the lewd, obscene word was magic to Jeanie and she loved to use it as often as possible. "Fuck my cunt good… Oooooh uncle Morgan! You're so bigggg!"

In and out the young twenty year old speared, his naked buttocks flexing, his entire nervous system soaring, blood pounding in his ears as little Jeanie's heels kicked against his moving back. Obscenely she wormed the entire lower portion of her nakedness up tight against her father's brother, pulling him as far into her clasping pussy as he would go.

"Oh Jeanie… Jeanie… baby!" he cried. Through some expertise that she seemed to have learned on her own, Jeanie had affectionately kept him from cumming for at least half an hour. She'd kept him just on the brink… right on the edge of the orgasmic release that he needed for his sanity.

"Oh too much!" he cried, "Too fucking much!"

Fran stepped forward, disbelief causing her to move closer to see with her own eyes the evidence that was meeting her burning ears. Her eyes bulged with horror as she saw them nakedly clinging to each other, her own ten year old daughter on the bottom, her husband's brother on top, thrusting and panting, grinding his thickly throbbing cock into the depths of Jeanie's straining, milking pussy.

Her scream rent the air, so loud that it seemed to blast the fornicating uncle and niece – her daughter and her husband's brother right off the sofa. Then Fran was running forward, words coming that she didn't even hear or understand herself, her hands grabbing for the two of them, nails scratching.

"Get out! Get out of here, you good-for-nothing son of a bitch! I told Brint but he wouldn't believe me! You're the lowest of the low, a dirty rotten… oh, get out! Get out of this house!"

But before Morgan could move away from her flying hands, she had struck him hard across the face and run away herself, clambering up the stairs to put as much distance between her daughter and her brother-in-law as possible. Jeanie had been enjoying it… loving it… Fran had heard with her own ears the words her daughter had used, filthy obscene words. Wherever had she heard them? Oh God, what was going to happen to them all now? The distraught mother ran into her bedroom and, sobbing bitterly, threw herself upon the bed. The beautiful world of only a few moments before had been irreparably shattered.

"God, Jeanie! I told you we shouldn't have gone at it right here in the living room!"

"Gee, I guess you were right, Uncle Morgan…" But Jeanie was pleased, very pleased with the way things were going.

"What the hell do we do now?" Morgan was doubly peeved. Not only had he been caught screwing his own brother's child, but he'd spoiled his chances with Fran forever. In addition, to all that, he hadn't even reached a climax!

Jeanie began to slip into the clothing which she'd tossed behind the sofa. Sweetly, she spoke to her uncle, "I think maybe you'd better go up and see what you can do, Uncle Morgan. Mom is very high-strung and perhaps you can help her to calm down."

"Don't be ridiculous!" Morgan cried. He, too, was fully dressed by now. But the more he thought about his precocious niece's suggestion, the more he became interested in it.

Morgan's footsteps were almost inaudible as he approached Fran's bedroom. It was the discreet airline walk, coupled with the subdued and seemingly knowledgeable manner. Yes, Morgan was an expert at certain kinds of deception, and now he prepared some of this skill as he softly turned the handle of his sister-in-law's door. She had been too distraught to think of locking it; indeed, she was incapable of anything at the moment but lying prostrate upon her bed, reduced to low moans and soul-wracking sobs by the horror of what she had seen downstairs in the living room. She had not even begun to fully react to the incestuous scene between her little girl and her husband's brother. There was no precedent in all of her experience that had prepared her for this moment.

Therefore, when the shaken young blonde looked up to find that her brother-in-law had been standing there watching her for God knew how long, she was too stunned to do anything at first but gape at him in astonishment.

Many things ran through Morgan's mind as he made their mutual stare a test of wills. He knew he looked handsome standing there, clean-cut and all the things people felt that a young man ought to be in appearance, and as usual he counted on this to carry some of the brunt of his purpose for being in his brother's wife's room. He also found himself thinking something that was becoming familiar to him by now: What have I got to lose, after all?

He'd already been caught doing the worst imaginable. From here on in it was pure gravy. His gorgeous sister-in-law looked frightened, vulnerable, and more beautiful than ever to his jaded eye, and Morgan decided to take full advantage of her disturbed state.

The brash twenty year old began to walk toward the older woman's bed. He looked around him as he approached. So this was his brother's sacred bedroom. Big deal!

"Get out! Don't come near me, you monster!" Fran cried, suddenly finding her voice. What was he doing here anyway? What did he want from her? How could this be happening now after what she had just discovered in the living room? It didn't make any sense at all, and for an instant it seemed to the disturbed blonde housewife that she might have imagined everything, that her joy and happiness and the enormous amount of champagne she'd consumed with Giuliano at lunch might have clouded her reason. Maybe she hadn't seen anything down there at all! Perhaps her guilt about Giuliano had something to do with it for she did feel guilty now, horribly guilty for the thoughts, yes, and the feelings too. Posing naked with animals… good God! But the young woman's alcohol-befuddled brain could not really accept the idea that she'd been hallucinating the lewd scene of fornication between her daughter and her brother-in-law. No, she could not really accept that!