Grace Wilkinson - A family sandwich

Brint had been livid to discover that he was of "average" IQ, and Fran had lied about hers, saying it was the same as his when in reality it was several points higher. The counselor had told them that they were not to take the gradings too seriously anyway, that, in fact, many people were discounting the importance of the Intelligence Quotient tests and waiting for some better means of measuring human intelligence to be discovered. Nevertheless, there was no getting around the fact that their daughter had scored on the "genius" level, some sixty or seventy points above them. Fran tried not to think about it too much. The people at the school seemed to be giving Jeanie encouragement and the atmosphere that she needed, and Fran tried to think of her daughter as just an average little girl, difficult as this was at times.

"Why do you hate Uncle Morgan?" Fran jumped in her seat, almost spilling the coffee in front of her on the table. Her daughter's voice seemed to penetrate all the secret areas of her mind, and for a moment she wondered if Jeanie could read thoughts. She had tried hard not to show her utter contempt for her husband's brother, but obviously nothing had been hidden from Jeanie.

"Jeanie… why would you say such a thing? I don't hate Morgan."

Her daughter's pretty face with its large blue eyes was puzzled, and Fran started to say something else, but then she noticed there was something different about Jeanie, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Was it her voice, her mannerisms? The way she was dressed? Jeanie wore her robe and pajamas, nothing unusual about that, nor about anything else unless it was the soft womanly feeling of confidence that she exuded, the aura of a woman who knows about loving and who is in love.

"No, Mother, you know that's not true… you really hate him, and I wonder why. I think he's wonderful."

"Well, I'm glad you like your Uncle Morgan, darling, but you mustn't contradict Mother. He's a very pleasant young man. Sometimes – Mother gets nervous about things, you know… but you mustn't think that I hate anyone!"

Jeanie's face brightened. She sat down across from her mother, pensive and serious. "I suppose you think he's kind of shallow… and I guess I'd have to agree with you there. But despite that, I think Morgan has some good qualities that even he doesn't know about yet!"

"I see," Fran said, but she didn't see at all. In fact, she didn't want to talk about her brother-in-law at all. She'd be seeing him soon enough without having to spend undue time talking about him too.

"Well, it's good to see some good in everyone, Jeanie," Fran said, without adding that she herself failed to see very much in her husband, let alone her husband's no-good young brother.

"About your being so nervous these days, Mother…"

"Yes?" Fran was almost afraid to hear what Jeanie had to say – sometimes Jeanie gave her the shivers!

"I've been thinking… maybe you ought to go back to work."

"Yes… I've been thinking of it too!" Fran admitted.

"I mean, that way you wouldn't be so dependent on Daddy's moods… you know?"

"Yes… yes, I know," Fran felt as though she were the child, and her daughter the mother.

"You're still pretty enough to model, Mom!" Jeanie declared.

"Oh no… I don't think…"

"Sure you are! I think you ought to call up some of those photographers you used to know… I bet they'd love to hear from you!"

"Well… I'll think about it, Jeanie… I will," Fran tried to hide the pleasure in her voice, the hope that her daughter's words had inspired within her. Did she dare to call some of the people who had been so excited about her potential over ten years ago? Just the thought of it was so exciting that Fran could feel her heart beating harder as she started to make another pot of coffee at the stove.

"See you later, Mom," Jeanie walked airily out of the kitchen, pleased with herself for having pleased her mother.

"Yes, angel… see you later!" Fran was already composing imaginary telephone conversations in her mind.

Jeanie climbed the steps two by two, taking them easily and without getting out of breath. She knew now what she must do in order to complete her plans. Jeanie's young limbs still ached from being spread so wide by her uncle the night before, and her mind still whirled with the memory of the wonderfully illicit details of their evening together. If only he had taken it to the end… if only he had gone all the way! But instead of eliminating the bothersome virginity that Jeanie wanted so badly to get rid of, Uncle Morgan had left her, going up to his room without gaining satisfaction for himself. It had been puzzling at first, but Jeanie was so dazzled by the crazy signals of mind-expanding sensual delight that coursed through the narrow walls of her thoroughly stimulated little cunt that she had let him go without running after him. After thinking it through carefully later in her bed, she decided that it was out of consideration for her that Uncle Morgan did not take her virginity. She had heard him muttering, "Too small… much too small," as his thick finger wormed its way up into the heavenly seeping darkness of her trembling pussy.

Now as she reached the top of the stairs she wanted to run to him, to tell him that it didn't matter, that no amount of pain would stop her from wanting to feel his hardness deep inside her ten year old pussy!

The little girl moved past her mother and father's bedroom door, then past her own room. Further down the hall she could see the door in which she was interested. A little shiver traversed her lithe young body, naked beneath her pajamas and robe. Her hand turned slowly upon the knob, and to Jeanie it was as if it were all taking place in slow motion. She knew that no one would bother looking for her for some time, and certainly neither her mother nor her father would ever think of finding her in Uncle Morgan's room!

The room was dark, the blinds drawn over the one window that looked over the small back yard. As her eyes grew accustomed to the light, Jeanie could see her uncle's sleeping form on the bed, his unclad body covered with a sheet. She moved closer and saw that he was sleeping deeply. Curiously, the little girl drew back the sheet from her father's brother. Bit by bit she revealed the strong male form, the large hair-covered chest, big muscular arms, narrow waist and hips that tapered down to muscular thighs and calves. He was beautiful! Jeanie sucked in her breath and felt a thrill of desire and love traverse her virgin body. Her eyes focused upon the thick dormant penis about which she had thought for so long. Intently, she gazed at it, and then without removing her deep blue eyes from the object of her premature lust, Jeanie began to undress. She looked small and lovely in the half-light of the room, her long blonde hair shining and the sparse hairs upon her naked pussy promising to become the same golden color. Jeanie seemed to have forgotten any existence other than her uncle's as, finally naked, she moved toward the bed.

If anyone had beep watching from behind, they would have seen the sensuous flare of the little girl's gently curving hips and lush round buttocks. She stood poised for a second, realizing that she would always remember this moment for as long as she lived. Then she raised her slender white arms over her head provocatively, pushing her blonde hair up and then releasing it so that it fell softly back down to her shoulders. She was actually acting as though her sleeping uncle were watching her. Her soft pink nipples quivered to erectness on the tips of her small tingling breasts as she languidly stretched her arms and then climbed slowly up on the bed to straddle Morgan's sleeping nakedness with her own. Then slowly, ever so slowly she began to lower herself down. With her legs widespread, one dainty foot on either side of her uncle's sleeping body, Jeanie's compact cream-white nakedness formed an unforgettable tableau unseen by any but the four walls of the family guest room, now occupied by Brint Cooper's younger brother, Morgan.