J Watson - Hot and eager niece

Lolly realized she was going to have to do something. She couldn't allow that sort of thing to happen again, she couldn't allow men like Max to use her when they felt like it. She was going to have to stop her Uncle Zeke from sending any more strangers to her home.

But how? Lolly couldn't think of a way as she washed her bruised and tender body. She didn't know of anything she could do. Soon the rent would be due again and she would be right back where she started.

She turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She looked at her flushed body in her mirror. She still looked the same. Virgins didn't have some special look that they lost after being fucked. She was still the same person.

She felt the tears coming up again. No, she wasn't the same person. After Max, she could never be the same person again. She still hurt from his hands.

"What can I do?" she asked herself.

She went back into her bedroom and sat back on the edge of her bed. She knew what she was heading for. She had seen lots of girls who finally had to move to the town and start working streets. In a few years they weren't pretty any more.

There would be a lot of men like Max who would use her and leave her hurting.

She was suddenly angry at her father. It was his fault. He should be supporting them. He shouldn't leave the responsibility to his oldest girl. He should be working instead of getting drunk. Other men had lost their wives and they had somehow made it. Her father could too.

Then she heard her father cry out and all her anger was gone. She couldn't help herself. She really loved her father. He had been a good man once. A really good man.

She wrapped a robe around herself as she walked from her bedroom into her father's.

He had been dreaming again. He often had bad dreams about her mother. He lay drenched in sweat.

"Oh, Daddy," she said.

She couldn't be angry at him. He was just so helpless. She went to his bathroom and got a damp rag. She went back and sat down beside him.

"It's all right, Daddy," she said softly. "I'm here. It's going to be all right."

She gently wiped the sweat away from his forehead and cheeks.

"Poor man," she said soothingly. "You loved her so much. So very much!"

Lolly transferred her angry thoughts to her mother. How could the woman have left him? Her mother had to be a cruel woman to leave her family.

It was strange, but Lolly didn't remember her as being cruel. She only remembered soft hands, a soft voice. She couldn't stay angry at her mother either.

Her father cried out again and Lolly spoke to him soothingly while rubbing his forehead.

"It's all right, Daddy," she said. "Your Lolly's right here. I'll take care of you."

Her father opened his eyes and blinked at her. "Lolly?"

"I'm here, Daddy," she said. "I'm right here. I won't go away. Just relax."

She wondered how her father could be a brother to her Uncle Zeke. The two men were not alike. Even drunk her father was a strong, handsome man. Her Uncle Zeke was ugly and fat.

She also wondered how her uncle had ever managed to marry such a fine-looking woman as Janet. Janet was a real snobbish blue blood and the two of them didn't seem to match.

Lolly leaned over and started to give her father a daughterly kiss on the cheek. Instead he moved his head and she found herself kissing his lips. She even felt his tongue stab at her.

She drew her head back as if her lips had been burned.

"Daddy," she said.

"You look like your mother," he said. "Just like her. You're so pretty. Let me kiss you, Lolly."

She was shocked, but she realized she shouldn't have been. Her father was a man and he was half drunk and he had been without a woman for a long time. And Lolly had found that most men were alike.

"Kiss me, Lolly," he said.

She couldn't refuse him, but she told herself that a few kisses wouldn't hurt and it might make him feel better. She felt so sorry for him.

She bent to kiss her father's lips and his arms went quickly around her.

"No, Daddy," she said weakly. She didn't pull away. Even after his tongue began stabbing at her mouth.

This time she opened her mouth and let his tongue rub against her own.

It might have stopped then if it hadn't been that she was hungry for a gentle touch. She wanted someone strong to love her gently, not ravish her as the policeman had done.

Her father was giving her the gentle touch she craved.

All along she kept telling herself that she could stop at any time. Yet she didn't protest when she felt his hand at the knot of her robe. She didn't try and stop him when he pulled her robe apart and bared her tits. He cupped one soft tit and she quit trying to fool herself. She didn't want to stop.

She wanted his soft touch, his soft hand fondling her tit. She knew that he was not completely sober, but she also knew that he was sober enough to stop.

He realized that she was his daughter and what he was doing was wrong. She knew that he didn't want to stop.

Both hands cupped her breasts and his fingers rubbed across her hard, aching nipples. She couldn't believe that she could feel anything after what she had gone through, but something in her father's touch aroused her.

She could feel a quivering excitement in her belly that made her push her tits against his fingers.

"Oh, Daddy," she groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this. We really shouldn't. Daddy, we should stop before it goes any farther. Oh Daddy!"

Even as she talked she knew that she really didn't want her father to quit touching her. She really did need his gentle fingers exploring her body.

He kissed her lips softly and their tongues touched again. His mouth was flavored with alcohol, but she didn't mind that.

His hands cupped her asscheeks and he pulled her tightly against him. She felt the growing bulge in his trousers pressed against her pussy mound.

She knew then that it had gone too far for either one of them to stop. She pulled away from him only long enough to strip off her robe completely.

His eyes ogled her fresh body and she sensed his hot excitement.

"Do I really look like mother?" she asked.

"God yes," he groaned. "Just like her, Lolly. You're such a sweet-looking thing."

One of his hands cupped her tit and then traced a line down her belly to her pussy mound. She tingled as his finger brushed across her pussy hairs.

"Touch me there," she said. "I want you to. Touch me there."

She spread her legs slightly and his hand covered her pussy. His hand was not at all like the rough touch that Max had given her. Her father was gentle but strong, and that turned her on a lot.

"Put one finger in me," she begged him. "It gets me all juicy down there."

She felt his finger prod cautiously at her lust-swollen cuntlips. Gently he pried apart the rosy folds of her pussy and one finger slipped easily into her hot box.

"Ummmm, Daddy," she groaned.

It was like she had promised him. It didn't take her long before she was hat and juicy between her legs. Her father really seemed to know what to do with his hands.

His free hand caressed her plump tit while his finger thrust into her cunt.

"Daddy, I like that." She shivered. "I like that so much."

She was juicy enough and he took his finger out. She didn't protest when he pushed her over on her back and lay beside her. His lips touched the soft white flesh of her throat. He licked at her throat and then down to the tops of her tits.

"I've wanted to kiss these for a long time," he said. "Such along time."

"Oh yes, Daddy!" she gasped. "Kiss my tits! Kiss them, bite them, suck them! Do what you want."

She was really getting turned on now. There was something exciting about kissing her father, something exciting about having his hands fondling her.