John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

"I'm gonna make it good for you next time," Wade promised, hugging her shoulders. He got the hanky from her and helped her sop up the drippy string of his jizm. Then Brenda put her old clothes back on. She hid the damp black gown in the back of the shop so she could wash it later and return it to the rack. Wade was already outside taking the canvas tarp from the back of his pickup. Brenda watched the movement of his body and shook her head. He was younger than his brother, her father, but Wade was still a lot older than she was.

"And he's beautiful. He's absolutely beautiful." She knew that she should be embarrassed and ashamed at what had occurred. But she wasn't. She was proud to have been touched by Wade. He thought she was pretty. He'd said so.

Inside her baggy workday clothes her body felt different than it ever had before. She could feel the curves of her hips touching the rough seams of her jeans. She could feel her breasts rubbing the inside of her old shirt. She'd left her bra off so she'd experience this, left off her panties too. They were hidden with the gown in the drawer of a filing cabinet where her father never looked. When she saw him pull up in front, Brenda looked longingly at the brass bed where her Uncle Wade had hugged and kissed her.

"I'll never be the same," she sighed, rubbing a hand down between her jeaned thighs. "Never never, ever!"

"Of course you can't go out with Gil Blake. You know how I feel about boys your age. They're all after the same thing. And I'm not going to let them get it from one of my daughters."

Annie wanted to hit her father. She wanted to strangle him. She did neither. Keeping her voice cool she smiled and touched his arm with her fingers.

"But Daddy, there's a big hayride planned. Everybody's going. Just everybody!" Annie made her voice even softer. "And I've been helping at the store a lot lately." Her father put down his pen and pushed fingers though his hair. He had the stem, square jaw of a preacher. Annie wondered how hateful he might have been if he'd chosen that profession instead of the antique business.

"Can't you just go alone?"

"On a hayride?" she whined. "Everybody goes with a date. Ohhhh Daddy, please let me go."

"Maybe if I could pick who you went with?"

"What's wrong with Gil?"

Her father slammed his ledger and glared at her. "I told you why. I don't want to hear anything more about Gil Blake." He scratched his nose as if thinking. "I can see how you want to go though. And you have been good about helping me. I guess Jerry could take you."

"Jerry?" Annie tired not to show her anguish. "Jerry Maxwell, my own cousin?"

"Your first cousin too," her father added. "Not one of those kissing cousins." He looked at her hard as if making sure she understood about kinship lines and all the taboos that went along with theme Annie wanted to cry. Jerry was such a dud. He was really out of it. And they were always uncomfortable around each other.

"Jerry I could trust to see that you got in on time. He wouldn't be running around all over town with you after the hayride was over. I know about kids, don't think I don't."

"But Jerry isn't even as old as I am," Annie whined.

"Your birthdays are within a month of each other." Her father stood up. "Listen, young lady if you want to go on that hayride you'll go with your cousin or not at all."

"Jerry'll be just fine," Annie said quickly, stepping back nervously. "Really Daddy. I appreciate you letting me go."

"I'm going to be gone today. I want you to come to the shop after school and take over for your sister. She wants to go clothes shopping, I can't imagine why."

"Yes sir. I'll be here."

"When is this silly hayride anyway?"

"This coming weekend."

"I'll see that Jerry knows about it. I'd like to tell him personally about what time I expect him to bring you home."

Annie watched her father open up his ledger again as she gathered her school books. Sure, he'd scare the wits out of Jerry most likely. As if Jerry needed anyone to crimp his style. He was already thoroughly crimped. He would be about as interesting on a date as a hundred pound sack of potatoes. But at least she'd get to go. Maybe she'd see Gil there.

In the middle of her sixth period class, Annie couldn't sit still any longer. She was thinking of Gil and how his fingers had felt when they'd stretched her panty crotch to one side and dug in the melting soft folds of her pussy. She had been daydreaming about it so much that her nipples had gotten swollen and her cunt was damp. She asked to be excused from the class and hurried down the hall to the girls' restroom.

She was alone inside and quickly found a stall. With the door securely locked she stripped down her panties and hiked up her dress. Her brown cunthair was stuck wetly together in little curliques. She touched a forefinger gingerly to the excited, hot swell of her mound flesh. It parted with a snick and she moved the folds around in their slick juice until she saw the tiny bead of her clit.

"Uhhhhh," she sighed as she mashed the little nubbin down and let it bulge up again. Then she worked it around in circles, the tendrils of pleasure dancing up and down her body. She wanted to get her tits out too but it was too difficult to manage all this in the space of the toilet stall. And another girl had come in too. She heard the tinkle of pee in the pot next to her.

"That you Annie?" the voice said. It was Bobbie Ann Smith, a leggy redheaded cheerleader who had a reputation for being a pretty hot date. Annie acknowledged the girl's greeting. "You going on the hayride?" Bobbie Ann asked after flushing her toilet.

"Yeah. My cousin." Annie'd been almost ashamed to admit this fact.

"I'm going with Gil Blake," Bobbie Ann said. She hadn't even tried to conceal the bragging sound of her voice. "He's neat."

"Yeah. Congratulations." Annie sulked, her elbows on her knees. She could imagine Gil all wrapped around the tall redhead. She jerked up her panties and smoothed down her dress. Bobbie Ann was combing her hair at the mirror when she came out of her booth.

"I heard some things about Gil," Bobbie Ann went on, glancing at Annie.

"Oh?"

"I heard that he's not afraid to actually," Bobbie Ann leaned close to whisper, "go down on a Gil."

"Go down?" Annie didn't know what Bobbie Ann was talking about.

"Don't be so out-of-it," Bobbie Ann laughed. "You know what that means, don't you?"

Annie blushed. Now she had a pretty good idea. Bobbie Ann laughed at her embarrassment. "So what's so great about that?" Annie said, trying to cover her dumbness. Bobbie Ann put her comb back in her purse and stared wide-eyed at Annie.

"What's great about it?" The tall redhead moved closer. "I'll tell you what's so great about it. When a guy actually puts his mouth against a girl's cunt it feels so good that it can make her faint from pleasure."

"Aw Bobbie Ann, you're kidding me…"

"Like hell I am. I had a guy do it to me once. He wasn't very good at it but I just about went bananas. I just had to grab his head and wiggle my pussy against his face unti…"

"I'd better get back to class," Annie said. Her cunt was leaking juice into her panty crotch at an amazing rate. She was all trembling from listening to Bobbie Ann's graphic description of getting eaten. And she remembered too what Gil had said to her that day at church. He'd hinted that he'd like to kiss her down there. She shivered again, her nipples glowing as she pushed out through the door of the bathroom and hurried to her class. She was thinking of Gil dating Bobbie Ann. She was about to cry too. All she could see when she closed her eyes was Gil's open mouth getting closer and closer to the bright red curls of Bobbie Ann Smith's dripping pussy.