"Hot and naughty nieces" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER TWO

"You work so hard during the week," her father said, "that I certainly don't expect you to put in Sundays too." He dug the key to the store from his pocket and held it out. Brenda took it.

"There's some bookkeeping that needs catching up on," she said. "I don't mind really. I kind of enjoy it." She might have blushed a little from the lie she was telling but her father didn't notice. Brenda went out of the house, her heart pounding faster already. She looked forward to these Sundays she spent at the antique store her father ran. She had the place to herself. Her imagination could run free. And it always did.

Her hands were sweaty on the steering wheel as she drove the few dozen blocks to the part of town where her father's store had been located for the past ten years. He did a good business with the richer folks and a fast turnover of smaller items that the college crowd picked up on. Brenda parked and let herself in. With the light coming through the drawn shades, the store had a musty, mysterious feel to it. Brenda made a few adjustments at the desk in back so that it would appear she was actually working on the books. That was in case her father dropped in. He never did. But she trusted him no further than she could throw an antique bed.

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.

"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!"

She felt dangerously close to a climax. But Wade seemed to sense something too and eased his lips back from her feverish pussy. He stripped off his shirt and hung it over the brass bedpost. When he reached for his belt, Brenda sat up and grabbed his wrist.

"Now honey, it'll be the most natural thing in the world."

"No! You're my uncle. Ohhh God, Wade. I'm so mixed up. You kissing me all over my body like this and now you're trying t…"

"Not trying to. I am." He pulled the front of his pants open and stood to pull them down. His skivvies went with them and when his cock bobbed up from between his legs Brenda gave a weak cry and bit her lip. Her uncle's cock was lots bigger than she had imagined men were like. It was long and thick like the handle of a sledge hammer. The head was oddly shaped. Kind of like a barb. It was blue too, blue and pulsing. Wade's balls hung down from the base of it. As he turned they swung against his thighs.

"Touch me," he said.

"No!"

"Go on, it's not going to bite you." He grabbed her wrist and made her touch his cock. At first the damp, feverish flesh made her try and jerk away. But then her fingers were curling around the thing as if they'd been made to fit it. Brenda sighed as she squeezed him a little. The blood seemed to bulge his cocktip out when she did that. Wade gave a grunt of enjoyment and smoothed the long hair that tumbled over the front of her shoulders.

Brenda had always thought that she'd be appalled at anything like this. Actually touching a man's cock! But though it looked strange to her and though it was her uncle's throbbing organ that pressed warmly into her palm, she was too excited to be turned off.

With neither of them speaking now, Wade pushed her down on the bed like before. She felt his nakedness rubbing against her legs. She felt his thick cock pressing into the flesh of one thigh. She squirmed and moaned, her pussy leaking juice like crazy now. She knew what he wanted to do. Her own uncle wanted to fuck her! And she knew that she couldn't allow it either. But hugging felt so good. And the kisses on her face made her body smolder with yearning. At least she could let the touching go on. She'd had so little affection from a male that she was making up for lost time. She was gorging on the caresses, the squeezes, the wet warm touch of Wade's mouth on her flesh.

"Ohhhh Wade! Ohhh it's so wonderful to feel you against me."

"I want you Brenda," he whispered, moving his hips. His cock slid up her thigh and she felt the pressure against the outer surface of her lips. They were so slick that as he kept nudging her with that streamlined barb, the plump mound flesh parted and she felt the fever of that knob as it began to divide her pink tissues.

"We've got t-t-to stop now." She squirmed her hips, trying to pull herself up on the bed. But Wade kept pressing his thighs between her legs, kept pumping his ass so that the head of his prick would wedge itself into her drippy, slippery heat. The teasing trickle against her clit was making her half crazy. She gave in for a few moments, growling and plunging her bottom so that the sensitive nubbin would rub back and forth against that firm bulge of prickflesh. Her uncle felt the slick friction too and grabbed her ass with both hands as he moaned with pleasure.

"It would be so good, baby," he breathed, wetting her neck, her chin, her lips. She kissed him back, her heart pounding. She was writhing, half crazed with the desire to let him do exactly what he wanted. There on that big brass bed in her father's store. Brenda felt as if she were dangling over an abyss. She had to make the decision. The phone made it for her. It jangled loudly, making both of them jerk.

"It's your old man," Wade said after he hung up. "He's coming down to help me unload the new stuff." Brenda felt both relief and disappointment.

Her pussy surged hotly.

"I guess I should have answered. I could have told him you'd stepped out."

Wade came back and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was still very long and hard. Brenda couldn't seem to keep her eyes off it. It was the first cock she'd ever really had a good look at.

"I've got to see you again alone," Wade said, wrapping his fingers in her long hair, bringing her lips up against his. As she kissed him Brenda felt the hunger still burning hotly inside her. Instinctively she reached a hand out and grabbed his erect cock. As he continued to kiss her she squeezed and pulled at the rigid thing. She didn't know what she was doing. She didn't have any goal in mind. But she enjoyed this new intimacy she'd never known with any man before. She tugged harder, sliding the skin up and down the hard prickshaft.

Wade groaned and began to breathe faster. He kissed the side of her face as she gazed down at the thing she was playing with. Her fingers were sliding up and down with a steady rhythm now. She'd gotten into that particular way of rubbing him because of how it excited him. His groans and gasps seemed to guide her technique until now her hand was flying, whipping up and down with a jerking motion that made the glans of Wade's cock grow dark and angry looking. It was bigger too! And it seemed to pulse with a beat of its own.

"Uhhnnn, Brenda honey, yeah, don't stop!" He held her shoulders with both hands and she heard the strained way he was breathing. His teeth ground together and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was enthralled by it all. Here she was, a wallflower at twenty-one and actually exciting a man. He moved his hips around as she jacked him more furiously than before. He was panting, trembling all over. Brenda's blood boiled. She had his excitement in that one hand. She had control of the situation completely. He was begging her to keep going. He was dying with pleasure. She tightened her fingers under the swollen glans and moved slower.

Wade fell back on the bed, his hips see-sawing as she stared amazed at that engorged chunk of meat she was strangling. She tried to imagine it getting that big while it was inside her. It seemed too big to go into any girl, much less her virgin cunt hole.

"Uhhh! Uhnnnnn! Baby, here it comes!"

These words made the hair stand at the nape of her neck. She watched the heaving of his belly. She saw the muscles stand out in his thighs. And then his cock jumped in her hand as she continued to give it short, quick strokes. A bubble of white fluid appeared at the tiny orifice. Then a spout of cream leaped into the air and fell across her wrist. It was hot! Wade groaned loudly and curled his fingers in the material of her gown. She kept pumping and another glop of jizm boiled out like a tiny geyser. The thick, slick stuff oozed down over her fingers. It had a sharp smell but Brenda didn't find it displeasing. She was thrilled, pussy damp and panting, to watch what was happening. She'd never known that a man reached climax quite like that! It seemed so mysterious and sexy to watch his sap flowing out. To be actually milking the potent cream from his balls!

"Honey! Ohhh Christ Brenda honey, look what you're doing to me." Wade writhed around as she continued to jack him off. Yes, that was what they called it. And just to think of the words made Brenda that much more excited. She continued to move the skin of his cockshaft until no more cum spurted out. She kept hold of him though, enjoying the pulsing of his cock, watching him melt in her grasp. Wade finally caught his breath and pushed himself up on an elbow.

"Here's a handkerchief darling, you'd better clean that up. I'll get my clothes on. If my brother smells cum, he'd shoot me like a dog in the street."

"He wouldn't dare," Brenda murmured, looking at him with affection. Wade kissed her mouth. She felt swollen and ready. She would have fucked him right there. Or would she have? Her mind spun with the new ideas, the new emotions she felt.

"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!"