John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

"No need to cover yourself up just because I dropped in," he said. "I've been driving for three days. Seeing a good-looking female does my heart good."

Brenda blushed furiously. "Oh Uncle Wade. I'm embarrassed letting you catch me like this. Daddy doesn't know I put on those old dresses."

"And I'll bet he'd have a hernia if he found out." Wade was still holding her wrist. Brenda kind of liked being held like that. But the funny look in her uncle's eyes made her tremble. "You smell good too. And to think that all these years you've been covering all this beauty up." He made a gesture as if to praise her long, plush body.

Wade let her wrist go but took her shoulders instead. She let him draw her towards him a little.

The record was in the groove at the end. Wade's eyes twinkled.

"You've been dancing a little too, haven't you?"

She lowered her eyes. She was shaking like a leaf. The warm touch of Wade's hands were driving her bananas. How could just a touch do all that? But it was happening. The slick juice still flowed between her cuntlips. And her breath was short and panting.

She was so close to Wade's chest now that her nipples were about to brush him. She was embarrassed about that too, the way each brown nubbin poked out. They could easily be seen under the sheer material of the antique gown.

"Has your father ever seen your hair like this?" Wade asked, his fingers going into her blond curls. Brenda shook her head. "And you'd better not let him see it either," Wade added. "The old fart would probably lock you up and buy a shotgun to keep the boys away."

"I guess you want to unload some of that furniture," Brenda said, trying to turn away from him. But Wade pulled her back and this time her nipples did brush across the front of his cowboy shirt. A trembling sensation radiated from the mushy heat between her thighs. Wade looked so funny. He was breathing hard too! Brenda felt panic but before she could act on it Wade put a finger under her chin and lifted her mouth up. Then he kissed her.

"Mmmmmmm," Brenda sighed. It was the gentlest, softest kiss she could imagine. Wade didn't rough her up, didn't lock her in a bear hug. He just moved his wet lips tenderly against hers as he brought her body forward slightly. Now her breasts were mashed against his chest. Hot shoots of pleasure went up and down her legs and belly. She turned her head to fit the kiss better and Wade's hands slid down her back until he was almost touching the cheeks of her ass.

Brenda knew that it was up to her to stop it all. But the trouble was she'd never had much experience with men. She didn't know exactly how a girl went about slowing things up. And on the other hand she wasn't entirely sure she wanted things to slow up. The way her uncle was making her feel was more pleasure than she'd experienced for the first twenty-one years of her life together.

"Uncle Wade, you'd better st-st-stop," she managed to murmur. But his lips brushed across her cheek and then he was lightly kissing her ear.

"You're so pretty. All hidden away from me like a shy angel. I never knew you had hair like this, breasts like these." Wade touched one, cupping the firm, full weight of the orb with careful fingers. Brenda just about peed down her leg from the thrill of watching him looking at her. Then he bent his face down and she felt his tongue brushing hotly against the white flesh. The old gown slipped a little further as he continued to caress her. She knew that her nipple had become exposed. But when she put her hands to the sides of Wade's face it was already too late. His lips pulled the hot nub of brown deep and she felt him licking it like a hungry child. She sagged heavily against him, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Uhhhnnnn! Ohhhhh Uncle Wade…!"

"Baby doll. My sweet Brenda." He sucked more hungrily at her tit and a fresh flood of cunt butter leaked from the swollen plumpness of her labia. She felt ripe and ready for everything Wade did. But she knew she couldn't just go on letting him do the things he was doing. Right there in her father's store!

"Wade, what are you going to do to me?" she whimpered as he eased her towards the big brass bed. "Wade!"

"Shhhhhh," he whispered, making her lie down. He started kissing her ankles first. Brenda groaned and flopped her head around. Every so often she'd sit up but Wade would push her down again. Then she stopped trying to sit up. Wade was moving his mouth up one leg. He stopped to lick at the soft spot behind her knee but moved on quickly. The inside of her thigh came alive with jolts of thrilling pleasure as her uncle's tongue wet her flesh and pushed her knees further apart. She strained against him, ashamed and scared to let him see her nakedness under the old gown. But it was too late for modesty. Wade flopped the black lace up over her belly and gazed longingly at the matted curls of blond cunthair. She was panting, looking at him fearfully.

"You're lovely!" he said, his voice low and husky sounding.

"How can a girl be lovely there?" she breathed, remembering how she'd heard her father talking about womankind. How nasty he thought they were.

"I said you're lovely. And Wade Johnson don't ever lie." Wade grinned. "Leastwise not to his own niece." The word niece shuck fear through Brenda's heart. Incest!

"Ohhhhh Wade, you've got to stop. I want to get up and dress and…"

"I want to keep you here a little longer," he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back down on the bouncy mattress. His mouth returned to the quivering flesh of her inner thigh and as he sucked and licked her there Brenda began to writhe. His tongue was flicking dangerously close to the dripping lips of her pussy. And then she felt him lick her there, parting the wet blond hair, parting the swollen outer lips to expose pink, dainty tissues that were hidden before. She groaned and her hips rolled instinctively.

"Nhhhooo, ohhh Wade, this is awful!"

"Don't fight me Brenda darling," he whispered. "I'm going to eat you like a hungry old wolf eats a rabbit."

"Ghhod nhhhoooo!" she whined, wiggling up on the bed. Wade grabbed her hips and pulled her back down. His mouth was suddenly pressing against her vulva. Brenda had never felt anything so hot, so soft, so shudderingly wonderful. But she fought to recover her willpower, fought like a drowning person fights for the surface. She tried to close her thighs only to find her uncle's head in the way. He made a sucking sound with his lips and went up between her crevice with his tongue.

Brenda brought her ass up from the bed. She was holding her breath, her eyes rolling in her head. Oh, she'd used her finger on herself. She'd used brush handles and bottles and everything else under the sun, pretending that they were something else. But her uncle's tongue was making a friction that could only be described as exquisite. She couldn't keep from plunging her hips now as he licked with the flat of his tongue across her clitoris.

"Uhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ohhhh Uncle Wade, it's killing me!"

"Brenda. Beautiful Brenda!"

He had his fingers spread under the cheeks of her ass now, holding her against him as he began to feast gingerly on her delicate pussy flower. It was a rubbing, wet kind of excitement that only a man's mouth could bring. And Brenda wasn't trying to make him stop anymore. Making him stop would be like trying to cut off her own finger. The pleasure was far too intense for her to think of anything but getting more of it. Lots more!

"Ohhh, you really think I'm pretty? Aren't I awful messy?"

"Yeah, nice and messy. That's what's so pretty about you." Wade licked his lips and pushed his mouth down over her cunt again.

"Uncle Wade, I never thought I'd ever do this with a man. I never really thought I'd want to! Whhhuuhhh! Ahhhh yessss, ohhhh Wade, Wade, Wade!"