Juliet Gladstone: Twice As Nice

The bright glare of the sun against a wall of windows hit him. They'd gone through the hall, past a huge living room and on the other side a dining room with a table big enough for a banquet and a crystal chandelier that probably would cost him a year's salary. He'd seen it all before, but it still impressed him.

They were in a rumpus room then, and beyond the glass the blue pool glittered in the sun, There was an open Coke bottle and a bag of chips on a small table and a large beach towel was folded at the foot of a chaise lounge. Sally had obviously been sunning.

She let go of his hand when they got outside and flopped onto the chaise. She grabbed the Coke and swigged some of it down, then munched on a chip as she adjusted the back of the chair so she could lie flat. Grinning at him, she lay back, the firm girl-woman tits poking upward like twin peaks of a mountain. The shorts rode up between her legs and Jeff stared at the dark smudge of hair he thought he saw there.

Sally flipped her long brown hair so it sprayed out behind her head and closed her eyes. "Mmm, I love the sun," she murmured. "Now, tell me about yourself, Uncle Jeff. Mom says you got a divorce. What happened?"

He didn't quite know what to say. A kid questioning him about his recent marriage breakup seemed awkward, but he couldn't quite put himself in the role of stern uncle and reprimand her. Not with the things he was thinking right this instant. He was thinking very un-avuncular ideas, to say the least. She raised one knee, and he was sure he was seeing a "bit of pubic hair. He felt a twinge in his private parts and tried to force his mind to less dangerous channels.

"Just one of those things," he said. "It happens."

The girl squinted at him. "Was she good in bed?"

"I don't think that's any of your business," he said, trying to sound angry but not succeeding.

She shrugged and reached behind her neck to untie the halter strap. She lay back again and tucked the string under the cloth, leaving her neckline bare so she wouldn't have sun streaks.

"I read that sex is the cause of most divorces. I was just wondering."

"Where is your mother?" It was safer to talk about other topics.

"Out." She laughed softly. "She won't be back for a long time, after supper I expect."

"Oh." The news stirred him and he was pleased.

She squinted at him again, her face solemn. "Do you swim?"

"Sure."

"Wanna go In?"

"My suit's in the car."

She was sitting up, undoing the back of the halter and letting the bra-top fall free of her breasts. Her young tits came into view, ripe and lush with the fullness of youth and health. She was big for a kid of fifteen. The tits stood straight out, with no sag at all. Rounded, smooth and surprisingly tanned. She'd obviously sunned nude many times. The dark patches around the nipples we're a burnished rose that ended in pink tips. Her tiny nipples looked soft and delectable, almost submerged in the roseate flesh.

"You don't need one." She stood up and began pulling the zipper of the shorts down. Moments later she stepped out of the scrap of cloth and stood before him naked. He was too dumbfounded to speak.

She was a vision of loveliness, a creature from a dream. Her golden body was slim and firm and supple. She moved with the grace of an animal and with the same lack of self-consciousness about her body. Her thatch of pubic hair was almost golden in the sunlight, a triangle of sparse shade over her young mound of glory.

Jeff gulped and couldn't look away.

Sally giggled. "You're not a prude, are you Uncle Jeff?" She posed before him, thrusting her breasts out defiantly. "Take your clothes off and come for a swim."

He glanced toward the house.

"There's no one home. We'll be alone for hours."

"You sure?" His voice was barely a croak.

She nodded. "Positive. Come on."

She ran to the edge of the pool, poised a moment, arms over her head, her young body taut and tempting, then dove into the water. He stood watching the pale blur move under the water until she splashed up, slapping wet hair out of her eyes.

"Come on, it's great."

He was shaking, but managed to get his clothes off, except for his shorts. His hands fumbled and his mind blanked. What the hell was he thinking of? His sister's kid!! He started to dress again.

"Hey! Don't!" She was at the close edge of the pool, her face glittering with drops of water, her hair slicked back. "I don't look. Come on, live a little!" She swam out three strokes, then did a surface dive, her ass flashing in the sun for a moment before she was gone under the water again.

Jeff gulped and felt his cock jerk. Shit. He pulled off the shorts and raced to the edge of the pool, half falling in in his eagerness to hide under the cool water before the child came up and saw him. Then he was swimming with hard strokes, racing back and forth in the pool, touching and turning before he had a chance to locate the girl. After a long time, he was exhausted and stopped to gulp air.

"Mmm, you're quite a swimmer."

He turned. She was right behind him, smiling and hanging onto the edge.

"Feel better?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."

"Haven't you ever swum bare-assed before?" she asked.

"Not with a kid like you."

"I'm not a kid!"

"Damn, don't I know that. Don't you know that it's dangerous for you to flaunt your body like that in front of men? Christ!"

"Oh?" Her tone was suddenly kittenish, all woman and grown up. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Of course, but you're a kid, even though you've got the body of-" He broke off in confusion, his face reddening. He looked away.

When he turned back, she was only inches from him, her hand on his arm under the surface of the water. "Uncle Jeff, I'm not a virgin."

He gaped. "For Crissake, what's that got to do with anything!?"

She was pressing against him then, her body warm on his despite the water that covered both of them. She-was rubbing on him, pressing her titties to his chest and trying to force her crotch against his. Jeff was in agony, his cock getting hard in spite of his attempts to keep it down. Jeez, didn't she know a kid could make a guy horny?

Yes, she knew, and that's exactly why she was doing this. She pressed to him, trapping him with her hand at either side of his head and pulling herself close by hanging onto the wall. He felt the hard nipples surge to his chest, felt the rougher texture of her pubic hair rub across his belly.

"For Christ sake!"

She was humping at him in mock copulation, and he was going out of his mind. Then her hand speared down suddenly, grabbing his dick and pumping at it. The state of semi-rigidity gave way to a full erection. He came alive like a shot, his prick swelling and pressing into her tight fist. The water felt like warm oil now as she worked at his tool. He felt the head bulge from the layers of foreskin, and pop out hi demand. He felt his balls fill and harden, and begin to ache with lust. His mind whirled. His niece. He had to stop before it was too late.

It was already too late. She leaned close, her pink lips parted, her tongue darting behind the perfect white teeth. Her tits seemed to float on the surface of the water, two golden globes of promise. She arched her body to him, spreading her legs and thrusting his cock upward between them. He was paralyzed with lust and shock. He felt the first touch of his cockhead against her labia, and then it was too late for anything. He slid his arms around her, helped her by pushing upward. His cock slipped inside her cunt and was bathed in the warmth it found. Then he was fucking her, grabbing her hips and bouncing her body on his as she held onto the wall and kept them from drowning. Her eyes were glazed with woman's pleasure, and she was panting through her mouth. Jeff's prick was a swollen, throbbing, live tool that he could no longer control.