Kathy Harris: Sucking hot family

"Sure, we do!" Kip said brightly.

"You're kidding! You've got a swimming pool around here where all the kids hang out?" Roxie asked eagerly, her spirits lifting.

"Well, no, it's not exactly a pool. It's a pond on our own property. AM we're the only ones who use it. I mean, there rally isn't anyone else around," Kip said, the tone of his voice betraying the fact that he was painfully aware that he was disappointing his cousin by his response.

"Oh, figures," Roxie said, her shoulders sagging as the turned to look out the window again.

"What else do you and your friends like to do?" Kip asked, a bit less enthusiastically this time.

"We like to bang out at the video arcades. Bet you never heard of those," Roxie said with mean little laugh.

"Sure, I have!" Kip protested.

"Don't try to tell me that you have even one of those way out here in the sticks," Roxie said.

"Well, no," Kip reluctantly admitted. "But I've heard about them."

"Oh, great," Roxie said sarcastically.

The young girl failed to see the meaningful look exchanged between her aunt and uncle.

The rest of the ride home was silent and Roxie groaned again when she stepped out of the van and saw the big old country house. It was even farther out in the country than she had remembered, with not even one other house in sight. God, they don't even have neighbors, she thought in disgust.

In no time at all, Roxie was settled in the large, comfortable bedroom which would be all hers during her three-month stay with her Uncle Art's family. As disgruntled as she was about being "dumped" on her country relatives, the girl had to admit to herself that her room was very pretty. She especially liked the view from one of her large windows. She looked out and saw countless trees and the pond which Kip had mentioned.

She sighed, turning away from the window. She went into the bathroom that opened off of her room and began to freshen up for dinner. Yeah, it's a pretty place all right, she thought, but only for about a day or two. There's no way I'm gonna like living here for the whole fucking summer!

Dinner was an uncomfortable affair. All of the attempts of Uncle Art's family to talk to Roxie and to cheer her up were met with either stony silences or sarcastic remarks. Finally they fell silent, just as they had in the van. After a few minutes of the tension-filled silence, Roxie began to talk about the "neat" eating places back in the city. She didn't come right out and say it, but her put-down of the area where her relatives lived, and even of the delicious meal which Aunt Pat had taken such pains to prepare, was more than obvious. And again, there was that look between Uncle Art and Aunt Pat. Only this time, Kip and Beth exchanged looks of their own, and the two teenagers nodded slightly at each other.

Roxie was too busy being a bitch to notice any of this…

The summer days settled into a humdrum routine for Roxie. She resisted all attempts by her relatives to include her in any of their "hayseed" activities, preferring to spend most of her time alone in her room, either writing long, complaining letters to her brother, or feverishly finger-fucking her little pussy in a desperate attempt to vent some of the sexual desires that were rapidly becoming too much for her.

She had been there almost a week when Kip invited her to go swimming in the pond with him and his sister, Beth. By then, the girl was feeling so bored and was so desperate to take her mind off of her extremely horny state that deep down, she really wanted to agree to go with them. But she had been putting the pond and everything else down ever since her arrival, and her pride prevented her from giving in now. So she declined in an unkind tone of voice and went to her room to be alone, as usual.

She wandered around her room restlessly, looking out of her windows now and then. She could see Kip and Beth splashing happily in the pond and she groaned, wishing she had gone with them. She was so bored and so resentful at being forced to spend her summer way out in the sticks that she felt as if she would lose her mind if she didn't soon find a way to relieve her boredom and sexual tension.

Even though she knew that her parents were to blame for sending her there, Roxie had been focusing her anger and resentment on her country relatives ever since they had picked her up at the train station. She knew that her brother was right in saying that Uncle Art and his family were being nice to take her in like that. But there was no one else around to blame and the young girl felt herself growing angry with them for "making" her stay here with them and, most of all, for imposing such a boring, sexless lifestyle on her.

It would be fun if I could think up some way to get even with them, Roxie thought, beginning to cheer up for the first time since her arrival. Yeah, that would be a neat way to fill my time. It would be interesting and fun and I'd get a little revenge for being forced to stay here all summer! The young girl found herself growing more and more excited at the idea and, for some reason, the thought of getting even with her relatives was turning her on, too. She moaned softly, running her hands over her big tits, which were barely contained in her halter top. What can I do to them? What can I do?

A sudden knock on her closed bedroom door cut off her thoughts and she impatiently flung the door open to see Uncle Art standing there, looking very uncomfortable.

"Uh, Roxie, I, uh, just wanted to talk to you for a minute. May I come in?" Uncle Art asked.

"Sure, why not?" Roxie responded with a shrug, moving away from the door and walking over to her bed. She sat down on the edge of it as Uncle Art sat down in a wicker chair opposite the bed.

"Roxie, your aunt and I have been talking, and we can see that you're pretty unhappy about being here with us this summer," Uncle Art said kindly.

The young girl flushed and bit into her lower lip, feeling ashamed of herself. But her reaction was short-lived and was quickly replaced with a feeling of defiance.

"Yeah, so?" she asked.

"Well, uh, we just wonder if we can do something to make your visit happier. Maybe it's us. Maybe we're doing something wrong and you can just tell us what we can do to… uh, Roxie, dear, there's something wrong with your top." His eyes widened as his gaze focused on Roxie's chest.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with my… oh, wow!" Roxie laughed as she saw that one of her big tits had popped free of her tight halter top. The entire tit was visible now and, thanks to the teenager's horniness, it's nipple was long and stiff and very, very red.

Her uncle discreetly looked away to give his niece a chance to slip her naked tit back into her top. But, Roxie glanced at the man's crotch and when she saw that he had the beginnings of a hard-on lumping out against his overalls, a light bulb went off in her head.

That's it! she cried within herself. What a perfect way to get revenge and to work off some of my horniness at the same time! I'll cock-tease Uncle Art until he doesn't know if he's coming or going!

With that thought in mind, the horny girl tore her top off and threw it down to the far side of her bed. Then she rose, standing right in front of Uncle Art.

"You can look now, Uncle Art. My top's back on," she said huskily, smiling at she continued to stare at his bulging crotch.

"My God, Roxie! You said your top was back on!" Art cried as he found himself staring up at his niece's two exposed tits now. He tried not to look, but it was impossible for him to tear his gaze away from those two huge, tempting-looking mounds of strawberry-tipped tit flesh.

"I guess I lied," Roxie said with a little giggle. "Do you like them, Uncle Art? Do you like Roxie's tits?"

"You'd better put your top back on, Roxie," Uncle Art choked out.