John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

With those details taken care of Brenda went to an old wind-up victrola and put on a scratchy record of a jazz band orchestra of the twenties. As the jumping rhythm came from the horn-shaped speaker, she began to do a slow dance in front of the biggest mirror in the store. She let her loose-fitting jeans slip down first, stepping out of them in time to the music. Then she unbuttoned her old shirt and tossed it away too. Her full breasts bounced in the cups of her bra. Tilting her hips one way and then the other, she hooked thumbs in the elastic of her panties and began to peel them down.

Now the feeling started. That buzzing, dazzling feeling that made her short of breath. And remembering what she'd seen in the basement of the church that morning seemed to intensify the sensations. Her young sister hadn't heard her creeping downstairs after them. Nor had Gil. They'd been too wound up in what they were doing. The thought of how that boy's hand had looked as it'd disappeared under Annie's white dress made Brenda tremble. No boy had ever touched her like that.

She swayed before the mirror, enjoying her reflection more than usual for some reason. Her panties made a funny sound as the crotchband came away from her cunt. Her bland curls were all plastered against her mound. She was wetter than usual, more excited than usual. She let her panties puddle at her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she reached behind her to get her bra loose. At this point she always felt the tingling excitement begin. But today she was panting harder than ever before. And her nipples seemed so firm and tender. She let the cups fall forward, the weight of her breasts forcing them off. The bra fell at her feet and she pushed her shoulders back and lifted her chest high. In the mirror she looked different somehow.

"Now the hair," she breathed, pulling the big bobby pins out. The blond curls tumbled free, waterfalling over her shoulders and down her back. One long hank tickled a breast and she didn't move it. "My sister actually let that guy feel her up. She let him put his hands all over her."

Brenda turned. She had no idea whether her body might be attractive to a man. She wasn't really very old. Her legs were long and well-proportioned. Her hips not overly wide but full enough to give her waist the appearance of being very small. Her bottom was firm and pleasantly rounded. And then there were her breasts. They could only be called large. Large but not sagging. The areolas were darker than the surrounding flesh and the nipples even darker than that. That was why she always wore baggy shirts. Because her father disapproved of her exhibiting herself in any way. And just to wear a well-fitting dress would be exhibiting her tits. They were big alright. And with her natural curviness, the delicate build of her shoulders and neck, her breasts seemed even more magnificent.

Completely naked except for a silver locket at her neck, Brenda strolled to the phonograph and turned the record over. She danced by the rack of old clothes now, her fingers brushing silky garments and velvet ones too. She chose a black lace gown and let it fall over her shoulders. Somehow wearing that made her feel even more naked than nakedness itself. She caressed the smooth swells of her ass as she turned before the mirror again. Her long blond hair was a striking contrast to the black lace. Her white ankles flashed sexily from under the hem. Again she thought of how it must have felt to her young sister to feel that boy's fingers against her cunt. Had Gil actually touched Annie? Flesh to flesh? The way Annie had been carrying on, Brenda guessed that he had.

"Mmmmm, wouldn't that be nice?" she sighed, letting a palm slide down her belly. She wasn't as flat-tummied as Annie. But her stomach had a plush, rounded shape to it that was firm underneath. Her navel was deep too and she pushed in the black silk where she knew the depression to be. Then her fingers dropped further until she could feel the crisp curls of her mound beneath the black satin gown. Her cunt gave off a steady heat. The lightest brush made shivers of pleasure go up and down her body.

Brenda tossed her long blond hair, noticing as she twirled again that it reached to the small of her back. Men liked long hair, didn't they? But she'd never let a man see hers like this. She wondered what a male would say to her if he saw the beauty of her golden locks. They certainly didn't waste time telling Annie how pretty she was. And Annie's brown hair reached only a little ways past her shoulders.

Brenda went to the big brass bed, the only one in the shop with a mattress. She rubbed herself against the rounded bedposts, loving the way it made her feel. She wrapped her legs around the cold metal, feeling it warm slowly as her blood pounded with ever-increasing excitement.

With her mound against the foot rail, she straddled it and gently began to pump her cunt against the rounded surface. The black gown was getting damp as it was pushed up between her plump, slick labia. But she could hide it and take it home to wash it later. Her father would never know she'd had an erotic adventure with it.

"Ohhhhh," she sighed, feeling the friction more intensely now. Her ass cheeks quivered and tightened as she let more of her weight down on the metal bar that ran across the foot of the bed. "Uhhh! Uhhhnnn! Uhhhhhhh!" she moaned, her hips plunging frantically as she felt the beginning of that tickle. The tickle which she would nurture and tease along until she was out of her mind with it.

Brenda flopped down across the mattress and pulled the black gown up to expose her pumping hips. She dug her fingers under the blond-furred lips of her mound and stretched them apart to enter herself. She'd forced a hole in her hymen years before. It was only big enough for her middle finger, but it was enough. Her cunt tightened on her knuckles as she forced deeper. She was breathing like a wildcat now, her big tits rising and falling as she fingerfucked herself with agonizing slowness.

"Whhuuuhh," she groaned, pretending that her own fingers were Gil's. Her legs opened and she stretched her toes out to make her calf muscles harden. Straining like that always got her hotter quicker. And she was getting very hot, very fast now.

"Mmmm, sooo good, soo darned good." She squirmed her ass against the bed. She knew she could make it as slow or quick as she wanted. She was trying to decide just which way when she heard the tap on the front door.

Brenda jerked her hand out of her pussy and sat bolt upright. She was holding her breath, trying to guess who it might be. The closed sign was hung and the shades drawn. Surely no one would know she was in there. Unless it was her father! She got up weakly and tip-toed towards the front of the door. Standing to one side of the window she could peek out without being seen. She sighed with relief when she saw her uncle standing there. His truck was parked at the curb, a big tarp drawn over the sideboards. He probably had a load of new items gathered from his recent excursion to the small mountain towns to the west of town.

"Brenda? You in there? Your dad said you'd be here to let me in." Wade jammed his hands in his jeans and studied the toes of his cowboy boo. Brenda couldn't make him wait or he'd think something was wrong and go get her dad. She acted then, unlocking the door and opening it for him. As Wade stepped into the stores, his eyes widened.

"God damn honey, I didn't even recognize you." He rubbed his curly hair. "That is you, isn't it Brenda?"

"I dress up sometimes when I'm all alone," she said blushing. "It makes the bookkeeping go a little faster somehow."

"Son of a bitch," Wade went on, shaking his head slowly as he walked beside her towards the back of the shop. Brenda liked Wade. He was nothing like his brother, her father. But father put up with him because Wade was such a good hustler of new antiques. He could procure things for the store that made other buyers green with envy. And he liked traveling around all over the country. But Brenda felt uneasy now. Wade's eyes were on the exposed tops of her breasts. She hadn't realized how low the lacey neckline plunged. The gown just barely covered her areolas and nipples. There was a whole lot of white titflesh swelled up there on her chest. And the only thing she knew to do to hide it was reach for her baggy shin. Wade caught her wrist as she tried to pull the shirt around her shoulders.