Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

This reflection had the effect of sending a surge of tingling excitement throughout his system, and Morgan felt his young cock pulsing with hardness. If he could manage to get under his beautiful sister-in-law's skin without hardly trying, just what might happen if he really put his mind to it?

Entry number 235, Log 3, Notes on Project X: June 5 – Uncle Morgan has been here two weeks now. Plans to reach fruition tonight when Mom and Dad go out. From all tests, I feel certain Uncle Morgan will turn out to be a perfect subject!

Jeanie completed her daily entry, in the little black notebook and closed it thoughtfully, placing the book on the secret shelf she had created beneath her desk. Then she ran to the mirror where she once more ascertained that she was getting lovelier and lovelier by the day. She was very pleased with the progress her small budding breasts were making, and hardly a moment went by that she wasn't aware of their tender tips brushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. Hurriedly, she pulled down the faded jeans that she usually wore, revealing to her own reflection the sight of her almost bare, faintly hair-fringed pussy.

Her fingers went tentatively down to touch the baby mound of feminine flesh. "Oh, hurry up, will you!" she urged impatiently, longing for the day when this tight untried little cunt would be covered with silken gold hair like her mother's.

Just that very morning, Jeanie had surprised her mother in the shower precisely so that she could see and compare her mother's sleek nakedness to her own. The comparison had depressed her considerably, but it had only served to increase her determination. She would go on with the experiment. More than likely, once something had actually happened to her she would begin to develop more quickly! The thought was encouraging, and when the bright ten year old learned that her parents were planning to attend a party that very evening and that her twenty year old Uncle Morgan was planning on staying at home, she decided that she could wait no longer.

It was almost 8:30 now, and Jeanie knew that her parents would be leaving fairly soon for the party. The rest was up to her! She shimmied into a short mini-skirt that she felt showed off the precocious curves of her slender thighs and calves, and then elected not to wear panties. After all, she'd just have to take them off again!

She was sure that Uncle Morgan was interested… at least a little bit… and she thought about this as she brushed her blonde hair and put on the subtle make-up that she had decided would make her more attractive to the young man.

He had responded quite well the other day when she'd been bouncing up and down on his lap, for example. He'd tried to stop her, but she'd playfully insisted on continuing, especially when she began to feel the stiff hardness beginning to form within the split of her young buttocks as she wriggled and squealed on his lap… exactly as though she were a normal silly ten year old.

As it got harder and harder, she'd noticed that Morgan's efforts to stop her became more and more feeble. She could see his face turning beet red, and then when she'd put her hand down on the thick hard bulge in his pants and asked, "What's this?" he'd almost had a fit. It had been very amusing, especially when he'd pushed her off onto the floor and told her it was nothing that she would be interested in!

He was wrong. She was very interested in that hardness between her uncle's legs… particularly in the fact that she could create it, make it hard when it had been soft before.

She knew all about the theory, of course. She'd read many books on the subject, and the workings of the erectile tissue in a man's penis were scarcely a mystery to her. And yet, the actual physical contact was far more exciting than she had anticipated.

Jeanie's deep blue eyes sparkled as she promised herself that when she returned to her room later that evening, she would have achieved at least part of her plan. She would no longer be untouched down there between her soft little legs. Her soft-lipped baby cunt was going to get some of the experience it craved, or her name wasn't Jeanie Cooper!

Morgan lounged disconsolately in the living room. The party he'd been planning to attend that evening had been called off, and he was particularly annoyed since it meant that he'd have to wait that much longer before he could alleviate the building desire that had been growing stronger and stronger within him. Now that he found he could not initiate any of the "group" parties of which he was so fond, Morgan found that he was somewhat excluded from being invited to any. Not one to get involved with any special girl, he hadn't bothered cultivating what he could call a girl friend, and all things said, he had been two weeks now without any outlet for his sexual tensions.

And Morgan had found these tensions to be considerable, since for some reason he couldn't even explain adequately to himself he couldn't stop fantasizing about his sister-in-law since the moment he'd walked into the house.

Fran had grown colder and colder to him, and he found it impossible to refrain from teasing her and making her upset with him in any way he could manage. It had become a great source of pleasure to him to see her blush and turn away from him, or to hear her terse voice struggling to be polite with him when he knew she longed to slap his face. In addition, it was stimulating to Morgan to be establishing a secret kind of relationship with his brother's wife. His brother, Brint, he considered to have become even more pompous than usual. The big time executive! He was always lording it over his younger brother, implying that Morgan would never amount to much, certainly would never rise to become the assistant manager of a big department store like Brint was! Big deal! Morgan felt his brother deserved any problems that he could create for him… certainly he didn't deserve a gorgeous creature like Fran for a wife!

Now he heard a clatter on the stairs, and turned to see his brother coming down dressed to the teeth, followed by Fran who looked angelic in a white silk dress that barely touched her exquisitely shaped knees.

Jesus… would I like to get into that little blonde pussy of hers! he thought, feeling his thickening cock throbbing in agreement. Fran steadfastly looked the other way as she came into the living room.

She hardly ever looked at her brother-in-law directly anymore. All she wanted to do was to get out of the house without having to have any confrontation with him at all.

"Well, don't you guys look snazzy!" Morgan said. "Wish I were going too!"

"Sorry… this is invitation only, Mo," Brint's voice sounded smug and self-satisfied, and once more Morgan felt a surge of loathing for his brother.

"Oh, that's okay, Brint. You know I wouldn't want to shock your friends by going, anyway. After all, what am I…? Just a lowly ex-airline employee…"

Brint started to say something, but decided against it.

"Well, we'd better get going. Come on, Fran… ready?"

Fran was already on her way out the door, and Brint followed. From the top of the stairs a small voice called out to them, "Bye, Mommie and Daddy… Have a good time!"

"You bet, chicken!" Brint didn't even bother to look in the direction of the stairs, but Fran did. As she threw her daughter a kiss, she noticed that the little girl seemed to be all dressed up, rather than ready for bed. But the door was closing behind them, and she was already looking forward to the party, a coveted invitation from the Sandwells who lived far out on the tip of Long Island. She knew she looked beautiful that night, and welcomed the opportunity to get away from the house and her insidious brother-in-law. This was the kind of life she ought to be leading, she decided as Brint helped her into the car, and feeling sleek and satiny, surrounded by the lush scent of her own perfume, she sank back in the passenger seat of the Buick and waited to be whisked to the party.