Bob Wallace - Daddy_s naughty daughters

Harry's groin turned to cement and he held her for a moment, aware of her soft young body pressed against his. He forced her out of his arms, his face flushed, his cock growing rapidly in his pants.

Crissy took his hand, and she pulled him toward the couch. "You get comfortable. I'll make you a drink."

Harry plopped on the couch and leered at his niece's ass as she strolled over to the bar. "Whewww. I wonder how Doug manages to keep his hands off her," he mumbled under his breath.

"Did you say something?" Crissy cooed.

"Nothin', honey." He stared at her ass as the soft creamy flesh of her asscheeks peeked out from under the tight-fitting shorts. His cock had stiffened into a raging hard-on. It happened every time he came over to visit his brother, but today, his hot sexy little niece seemed to be even sexier than ever.

Crissy felt his stare on her ass. She bent over, gave him a good view as she picked up a piece of lint from the rug. She heard his breath suck in, and it turned her on.

"Here's your drink, Uncle Harry," she said, walking toward him, her small tits jiggling under the loose skimpy halter.

Harry devoured her with his eyes. "Where's your father?"

"He'll be home in a few hours. He said to wait, and for me to keep you comfortable." She licked her lips and winked. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Not at all, honey," Harry said, his voice raspy.

"I'm glad," Crissy mewled, cuddling up against him on the couch. "I know I'm only a teenager, but maybe we can find some things to do while we wait for Daddy."

Harry's cock ached in his pants. He felt the pressure of her tit against his arm and the sweet scent of her perfume invaded his head. The things he wanted to do, he knew for sure Douglas wouldn't like at all. He took a large gulp of his drink.

"Can I have some?" Crissy asked, rubbing her tit against his arm.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" he said as Crissy took the glass from his hand.

"I've been drunk before," she purred, gulping down the drink. "Mmmmm, tastes good."

"You better be careful who you get drunk with," Harry said, watching her go to the bar to make another drink. "Some boy might take advantage of you."

"Oooooh, I don't like boys," Crissy said, bringing him a much stronger drink. She stood in front of him. "I like men."

Harry's eyes focused on her crotch and the seam of her shorts cutting into her pussy. He took the drink, then swallowed half of it. It was going to be a long two hours.

Crissy glanced down at his crotch and saw the bulge. It turned her on, knowing she could make a man hot. "Do you like young girls, Uncle Harry?" She took his half empty glass and drained it.

Harry stared, his mouth drying up and the bulge in his pants growing larger. "Every man likes young girls," Harry said, his voice husky, his gaze riveted to Crissy's plump tits straining against her sexy halter.

"As young as me?" she purred, taking a deep breath, her nipples swelling, outlined erotically against the pink material of her top.

"You're just a baby," Harry said, a lump growing in his throat.

She spun around, and swinging her ass, went back to the bar and made another drink. "The boys don't think I'm a baby," she said, handing him another drink. "They're always trying to get fresh with me."

"Do you let them?" he asked hoarsely, gulping thirstily on the fresh drink.

"Never," she said, enjoying her teasing game. "I don't want some dumb boy pawing at my tits." Her blue eyes brightened. "They're always trying to stick their hands down my shorts and touch my pussy, too," she added breathlessly.

Harry's mind filled with an image of Crissy naked. "You can't blame them," he said. "You're a very sexy girl."

She leaned over, planting a wet kiss on her uncle's mouth. "Thank you, Uncle Harry."

Harry's eyes gazed into the top of her halter and saw the plump creamy flesh of her tits. It took all of his willpower not to grab her and haul her into his arms.

Crissy knew where he was looking and she stayed bent over, giving him a real good look.

"Maybe I should go," Harry said, finding it difficult to keep his hands off his young niece. "I'll come back when Doug's here."

"No," she pouted. She moved his arms and plopped on his lap. "Daddy would never forgive me if I didn't keep you entertained while he was gone."

The entertainment Harry had in mind, he was sure, Doug would never approve of. He tried getting her off his lap, but she locked her arms around his neck.

"Am I too young for you, Uncle Harry?" She brought her mouth to his ear and flicked out her tongue.

"Jesus, Crissy," Harry moaned. She was squirming on his cock and the pain filled his groin.

"Drinking all that whiskey made me high."

"Come on, honey," Harry rasped, the temptation to rape his hot sexy niece growing stronger.

She rubbed against him and wiggled her ass. "I think your cock is sticking me in the ass," she giggled. "I think you have a hard-on."

She grabbed his drink, stood up, and gulped it down. "Did I get you all hot and bothered, Uncle Harry?"

Harry leered hungrily at his niece. His cock was throbbing and the taste of her warm wet lips lingered in his mind.

"You didn't answer me," she teased. "Am I too young for you?"

"You're a baby," he said, his voice low, laced with desire for his sexy blonde niece.

"Oooooh, Uncle Harry." She smoothed her hands over her tits, her hips rocking gently from side to side. "I'll bet we could have a lot of fun together before Daddy gets home."

"You better stop farting around, honey," he warned. "I'm not some punk kid you can tease."

"I don't wanna tease you," she said. "I want to make love to you, like a woman."

He stared, watched her fondle her tits through her halter. "You're a virgin, Crissy. Jesus Christ! I'm your uncle."

"I'm not a virgin," she said, licking her lips. In the next instant, she whisked off her halter, bared her tits proudly, and enjoyed the shocked expression of lust on her uncle's face.

"God, Crissy. I can't take much more of this." He ogled her tits. They were beautiful, creamy, capped with pink rosy nipples.

"You like looking at them?" she asked breathlessly. She hefted them in her hands. "Not as big as Tammy's, but nice enough, huh?"

The palms of Harry's hands were sweaty. He reached for his niece, his lust raging like a fire in his balls. He spanned her creamy tits as she stepped eagerly toward him. "Unnnn, Crissy!"

"Aaaaah!" she gasped, her knees buckling as she allowed her uncle to fondle her tits. "Ooooh, Uncle Harry. You're making me cream."

Harry didn't believe what was happening. He was playing with his brother's young teenaged daughter and he couldn't stop himself. "Crissy," he groaned, his fingers sinking into the pliant meat of her sweet succulent tits. "We gotta stop."

"Noooo, Uncle Harry. I don't wanna stop. It feels too good." She stepped back out of his grasping hands. "You want me to take off my shorts?"

Harry could do nothing but nod his head in agreement.

"Then you can prove it to yourself that I lost my cherry." She peeled off her shorts, kicked them across the room, then displayed her young naked body blatantly for her uncle's delight.

"Jesus, honey. You're gorgeous."

She stood close, legs spread, her breathing shallow. Her blue eyes glowed with the passion that raged in her hot moist pussy. "Touch my pussy, Uncle Harry. Stick in your finger."

"Unnn, Crissy." He brought his hands to his niece's lithe naked body. He caressed her hips, her slim narrow waist, and her silky thighs. His cock felt as if it were going to bust. "Crissy. We gotta stop."

"No, Uncle Harry," she cooed, knowing he was only talking. "Stick your finger in my pussy." She wiggled her hips. "I'm all gooey inside."