John Kellerman: Hot and naughty nieces

The salesgirl helped her choose a couple of frocks to try on and Brenda closed herself in a small changing booth. Before she did anything else she let her hair down. It tumbled over her plaid shirt, giving her a tomboyish appeal. But she skinned off her jeans and man's shirt quickly and turned before the mirror on the back of the door.

"Maybe I should buy some panties too," she breathed to herself. "These are so… plain." She slipped on the first dress she'd chosen and blushed at the reflection that flashed back at her. The dress was red and silky and it fit her curves like it'd been made expressly for her own body. For the first time in her life men would be able to see how small her waist was. How curvy and plush her bottom stuck out. And her tits! They pushed out the front of the dress, almost threatening to jump out over the neckline. Brenda buttoned it up two more notches and fit a little safer. But her tits still showed their full, heavy swells.

She tried on a few more dresses, ended up with two and then went to look at the underwear on display. The salesgirl saw her holding up a skimpy pair of purple silk and white lace. They were far too daring for Brenda's taste but when the girl said something about how men dug things like that, she weakened.

"They're so… thin."

"Of course," the salesgirl went on. "Men like 'em thin. And they like 'em hanging almost off of your bottom if you know what I mean."

"I wouldn't feel like I was wearing underthings at all if I had these on."

"That's the idea."

"Oh, I feel like a fool but I'll buy these."

"We have something else you might be interested in." The girl picked up a pair of panties that were as skimpy as the others. Yet there was something else about them, something very strange. Then Brenda ran her fingers along the crotch and saw that there was a clever divide running along the narrow band of silk. It was disguised but could be easily pulled open. The image of a girl wearing those things flicked through her mind. She blushed. A man could slip up into her without them even removing any clothes.

"I don't think I'd be interested, thank you." But Brenda had become excited. Just having the naughty undies in her hand had caused her cunt to start seeping hot juice. Brenda told the girl she'd take the purple ones and went to a booth to put them on.

Brenda left the store in the red dross she'd first tried on. She stopped at a drugstore and bought lipstick, mascara and a tiny bottle of good quality perfume. She went to a restroom in a department store to make her face up. By now she was so excited at the transformation that she could hardly keep from wiggling when she walked. But of course she couldn't go home like this. But she could pay her Uncle Wade a quick visit.

He was in the apartment he rented, watching a ballgame on television when she knocked. He didn't seem to even recognize her at first. And then he almost dropped the beer he was holding.

"God damn! Brenda honey…"

"You like me?"

"Baby, I liked you at the store the other day. But now, Jesus Chris…"

Brenda turned slowly before him, her blond hair swinging out a little as she tossed her head. She seemed to be picking up all the moves as if they'd always been there inside her. She was enjoying being a full-fledged woman for the first time in her life. Wade slipped his hands around her waist and drew her against him.

"How much time you got?"

"A few hours I guess." She was breathing a little fast. She knew what Wade wanted. Was it proper to give in to him? Did she really want to let the flirtation go another step further? Wade kissed her neck, her face. She sighed and closed her eyes. His mouth felt so good. She let him nibble at her lips. He seemed to like the lipstick and the perfume and the eye shadow. Then his tongue was forcing between her teeth and she felt her body come alive.

"Uhhhh, Wade, I missed you."

"I've been missing you too sweetheart." He let his hands cup the rounded shapes of her ass cheeks. She liked the way he squeezed her there. It made her blood run faster and hotter. Her pussy was sticking to her new panties too. She rocked her hips, knowing that he felt her doing it. His cock was pushing out the front of his pants.

"Put your hand down here," Wade whispered.

"Nhhoo," she sighed, not wanting to do everything he wanted instantly.

"Come on, remember how you did it the other day?"

"I didn't know you were going to… come?"

"Is that what you call it?" She knew he was teasing. But Wade had her hand anyway, pushing it against the shape of his bulging erection. She squeezed it gently, giving her mouth to him again. He seemed half crazy now, panting and feeling of her curves. The dress was certainly doing what she'd hoped. Wade unbuttoned the top of it until one of her tits was just about hanging out. She hadn't worn a bra because of the way the dress was put together. It seemed made to fit a naked breast. And it felt so good against her full, rounded swells. Especially when Wade ran his fingers across the sheer material. Her nipples poked out hot and tumid. Wade inched her neckline down so that her areola was exposed. He licked it until her knees were weak. Then he slipped the red silk down another inch so that he could get to the dark, throbbing nipple.

Brenda gave a weak cry as he sucked it deep into his mouth.

"Come on in here, honey," he whispered, guiding her with one hand. She leaned against him, her heart pounding like a rabbit. She knew that if she went in her uncle's bedroom, she was as good as toiling him that she wanted to fuck. But might he not think that she was too easy? Brenda wished she had more experience with this side of life.

"You smell like you spent some money on perfume too," he told her. The bedroom door was a few feet away when Brenda pulled up short.

"No, maybe we shouldn't. Not just yet Uncle Wade?" She was panting against his chest. "Remember I've only just begun to know what this kind of thing is all about. I've never been with boys much."

"Let me teach you the really good part," he said. His hand was under her dress so quickly that she couldn't stop him. He massaged the pouting lips of her pussy until the new purple panties were sticking up between her cunt lips.

"If those panties look as sexy as they feel," Wade said, "I'll eat them right off your body."

"Ohhh Wade, couldn't I have something to drink?"

"Scotch and water alright?" he asked, already heading for the kitchen. She went back to sit in front of the television. But she was too worked up to watch it much. Wade brought her drink and she gulped it. The liquor was watered down some but it burned in her belly and she felt the relaxation spread like a warm sun.

"Now let me see those new panties. They are new, aren't they?"

"Wade!" Brenda gasped, blushing. But her uncle had already begun kissing her knees, pushing the hem of her red dress up as he worked his way cunt ward. She let him, enjoying the touch of his mouth on her like that day at the store. He gave a gasp of approval when he exposed the purple, lace-edged things that just barely covered her. Then he bent his head down and started nuzzling in the musky warmth of her crotch.

Brenda was trying to act somewhat proper. But it was hard with her uncle moaning and burrowing in the warm wetness of her panty crotch. His tongue raked along the narrow band of nylon until she felt like she wasn't wearing anything at all. She might as well have left those skimpy little things off. They were so wet with Wade's saliva and her juice that she could see her clit through them.

"Brenda, you're the finest woman I've ever touched," Wade went on, his tongue inching the edge of one leg-hole now. As he pulled her down on the sofa, Brenda only resisted a little bit. She was enjoying the fluttering rush of pleasure, so much that she couldn't very well make him stop.