Sandy Bennett: Jackies family lessons

I dressed myself casually, choosing tight jeans, a sexy halter top, and I let my hair flow freely. Eddie liked that kind of look. He was a pretty hip guy for forty, who wore his dark hair long enough to curl over his collar and liked to blow joints during his lunch hour. When I walked into his office he greeted me with a wide, open smile and said: «So you're going to get married, huh? Well, that's great. I hope you'll be happy. Come on, make yourself comfortable, and I'll roll one for us both. You have to celebrate these occasions, right?»

«Right, Uncle,» I said.

«Edna,» he said, speaking into the intercom, «tell Mr. Farnsworth I'll be delayed and to be patient with me. He winked at me and took out a leather pouch from a drawer. «Yeah, all the girls who once used to come in here with chafed knees are now marching up the aisle. Makes me wonder what I'm waiting for. I guess they'll all be divorced soon enough, then I can take my pick.»

«Oh, don't say that!» I said. «You make it sound so predictable. I want Frank and me to be together forever!»

«And you will be,» he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He rolled a long, thick joint, one that reminded me sharply of other joints, pendulous ones seen in bath and bedrooms. We shared it in silence. The smoke was acrid and a little rough on my throat, drying it out and scratching it. But that was well worth the fulsome rush it gave me. With every puff I could feel my fantasies gaining power over hard-nosed reality. Eddie and I were sitting on his examining couch, and as we smoked we gazed through the Venetian blinds out into the backyard where verdant shrubs and tall trees relieved the urban sprawl. He was so close to me that I could grab him, rape him, do anything with him! Why didn't I? Uncle Eddie wouldn't tell on me. He might refuse me but it would always be our secret. The grass made me lightheaded, anything seemed possible. But before I could make a move he started to talk again.

«Frank's a level-headed guy,» he said, staring at the shrubs. «He'll treat you right. And if you push him a bit he'll satisfy you, I'm sure of that. You have to push men. Most of them are sexually lazy, you know. After the honeymoon they're no longer the ardent lechers of the drive-in movies. I lived with this woman once who said I could have her any time I wanted her. Well, for a while that was fun. I took her in all sorts of positions, while she was on the phone to her mother, leaning out of the window talking with a friend, in public toilets, anywhere! «But after a while it got to be tedious. I could have her so why should I try? It got to the point where I was happier jerking off. She left and another took her place, one who never gave me a full account of how she felt about it. Some nights she'd be reluctant, other nights she'd be downright cold, but if I pushed through she'd always surrender. What a woman …» He shook his head and prepared another joint. His fingers moved deftly. They were big fingers, strong fingers, and as I looked at them I felt my pussy twinge violently. In my imagination I saw those fingers poking up my cunt, strumming my clitoris, and that was enough to bring down a flood of juices to stain my underpants. I just hoped it wouldn't soak through to my jeans … although that would give him the hint.

«You've had a lot of women by the sound of it,» I said softly.

«I guess so, baby,» he grinned, snapping out of his pensive mood. «I don't know what comes over me sometimes. You tell me you're getting married and I remember the times I dandled you on my knee. That's corny, isn't it?»

«Not at all.»

«Sure it is. Anyway, you're ripe for marriage. Really, Jackie, you've grown into a beautiful girl-woman, I should say.» His eyes ran over me, cold, professional, for a moment, and another deep tremor thrilled through my innards. «Well, let's get on with the examination. I guess you'll want a prescription for the pill and a bill of health?»

«Yes please.» The two joints had made my head fuzzy. Nothing was normal. When I reached back to untie the halter top it felt as though I was putting on a show. There was a sensual rhythm to all my movements and my eyes made contact with his to convey something other than family feeling to him. Eddie mistook the meaning of my affectionate look and merely winked in reply. How could he guess what I was going through? It was as though all of Tim's lovemaking had been mere foreplay. I was steaming, throbbing, feverish with lust! The halter fell to the floor. I made no attempt to pick it up. Instead I stood there and faced my uncle, my tits jutting out at him shamelessly. Nothing was said. Suddenly there was a tension in the air. Those tits seemed to grow like Pinocchio's nose, reaching for him, tentacles of flesh that wanted to entrap him, draw him in and hold him close to my body so that my cunt could suck his cock! With that peculiarly focussed awareness caused by grass, I could feel each drop of juice oozing out of my pussy and dribbling down inside me only to be absorbed by my jeans. Were they noticeably wet? I didn't dare look down.

Now it was time to take off my jeans. First I sat down to take off my jeans and then I faced him again. Uncle Eddie hadn't moved from the spot. It was as though he couldn't tear himself away. I had a hard time shimmying out of my jeans. Now it really became like a strip show. I blushed at my own slowness. Inch by inch my jeans moved down to reveal more of my naked body. Uncle Eddie stood there and stared … or was he merely bored and waiting for me to be done? The suspense was killing me! With every inch of flesh I exposed to him I felt new surges of desire. I wanted to see his cock, I wanted to see it so badly that the very idea of seeing it made me rubbery kneed! Through the cloth of his pants I could see a vague intimation of cock but it didn't tell me nearly enough about it.

«God, they're so tight!» I said apologetically when my jeans were finally off. Eddie nodded. His eyes were fixed on my tits or thereabouts. With a sudden upsurge of self-consciousness I moved back onto the couch and kept my thighs firmly together. Still he didn't move. My arms covered my tits and my crossed legs kept my pussy from view. I felt a strange sensation in my chest, the kind that comes when you dream you're naked in a public place. I wished he would get down to business, never mind sex or his cock, just get it over with!

«Ah, you're all ready then,» he said, snapping out of his immobile state. «My goodness, that's good grass isn't it? I was miles away, trying to figure out whether quasars are black holes turned inside out. Sorry about that. Now put your feet into the stirrups and I'll check your insides.»

He adjusted the metal stands and, loath as I was to part my legs, I put my feet into them. Now I was completely helpless. My legs were open so wide that it almost hurt, my pussy yawned at him in the face and it was cocked up at him in such a way that it was his to do with as he pleased. My fear was temporary, to put it mildly. When Eddie stood between my obscenely opened legs I had to fight back the impulse to move my hips up and down at him in lewd invitation. I wanted him so badly, couldn't he tell? My cunt was dripping, slavering, frothing at the mouth and he hadn't even touched me!

«Where are my gloves?» he said, looking around. His eyes, I noticed, were quite bloodshot. He must have been smoking even before I arrived. «Oh, screw it, I'll have to do it bareback.»

«Uncle Eddie!» I exclaimed. «Don't be rude!»

«Huh? Oh yeah … doctor's talk, baby, don't worry.» He leaned down and scrutinized my cunt. «Looks good, looks good,» he muttered. «Is this your normal condition, Jackie? I mean, are you always as moist as this?»

«I don't think so,» I said, trying to sound sarcastic so he'd get the message. It didn't seem to penetrate. With both thumbs he opened my inner lips and peered inside. I could feel his gaze burning my flesh like a laser beam and in spite of myself I started to squirm about on the table. If this went on for a minute longer I'd tell him to screw me! This business of throwing out hints was getting me nowhere.