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

CHAPTER FOUR

When Brenda left the antique store, she went straight to a fancy store downtown. She'd been saving money, for no special reason. But now she had a very good reason to spend some. As much as she felt the sinfulness for buying something pretty for her own uncle to see her in, she couldn't resist doing it. She'd never in her life worn a pretty dress. Her father had always told her she was ordinary looking, or at least hinted it. Well maybe she was ordinary looking. But even ordinary people looked attractive. There was no reason she had to wear ill-fitting clothes and keep her hair in a bun. But until Wade had touched her, she'd never really considered any other possibility.

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.

"Ohhh yesss, Wade darling. Ohhh I love you!"

He was holding her panty crotch to one side now as his tongue dipped directly into the plump, slippery folds. She could hear the hungry smacking. She could hear her heart pounding harder than ever. She opened her thighs a little more, twisting her ass down in the cushions as Wade drew his tongue-tip across her clit again.

"Nhhhuuh, ohhhhh Wade…!"

She put her hands on his head. That was even sexier. To feel him moving as he nibbled and ate at her dripping crevice. She whimpered a little as he slid her panties down. The tight elastic excited her as it slipped down over her plump cheeks. Then she felt Wade skim them past her knees and off one ankle. She was panting hard now, her dress lifted to expose the blond curls of her pussy. The lips were swollen open. A glistening pink crevice of heat and slickness seemed to invite Wade to dip his tongue in it again. And that was exactly what he did.

"Honey, your tongue feels so darned good. I never knew licking would be like this!"

"You're a mighty edible female," Wade whispered. He was smacking now, making it sound like a really carnal feast he was having between the spread lips of her pussy. Brenda could feel everything. She could feel the tip of his tongue get hard as he wiped it up and down over the velvet hood that protected her clit. Her clitoris was swelling fast with blood. Already the head was pushing up against the friction her uncle was causing. And the friction was making her juices flood too. She wallowed her hips around, gasping, digging her nails into her Uncle Wade's hair.

"Uhhh! Ahhhhh! Whhhhaaahhh," she groaned, her eyes fluttering. Her face felt flushed. Her belly was heaving. The tickling pleasure raced up and down the insides of her thighs. She kept spreading her legs wider, letting her uncle really work his mouth deep into her slippery, feverish cunt.

He stopped and stood up. She was too weak to move. Her pussy throbbed like a small heart and as Wade dropped his pants and jerked down his skivvies, Brenda gave a little squeal.

"Ohh Wade, you're too big! I'm scared Wade, really scared! And what if I got…"

"… pregnant? Don't worry hon. I'm not about to get my favorite niece in trouble now am I?" He reached in his shirt pocket, to extract something. She watched his shirt flutter to the floor and then looked back at the tiny packet he held in his fingertips. He peeled the wrapper away and knelt between her parted legs. The rubber was so thin she could see the color of his cock though it. It rolled down over his barbed glans and fit tight under the flared part. Then Wade finished rolling it down. It fit him tight as second skin. Brenda had to touch it just to see how tight.

"God, will it really keep me from getting pregnant?"

"Sure will. See that little loose part at the tip? That's the reservoir. It'll hold my cum."

"Unless it breaks."

"They don't break," Wade laughed. He was petting the insides of her thighs, keeping her hot. It didn't take much for that. Brenda felt like climbing the walls. All her good intentions, her resolve not to give in too fast had blown away like leaves in the wind. All it took was her uncle's touch, her uncle's mouth. And now her uncle's cock was sliding up against her cunt. She whimpered and gave a weak bucking motion as if to resist him. He pinned her wrists to the sofa and nudged her smoldering pubes. They parted with a wet sound and she felt the streamlined shape forcing her inner lips out.

"Nnnnnnuuuhhh, ohhhhh Wade, I am afraid! I've never made love before. I know it's gonna kill me to take that thing inside!"

"I'm big, but I'll be careful baby." He kissed her mouth and she chewed on his tongue. God she was hot! She couldn't forget that she was a virgin. But she was eager too. Half of her was a trembling little girl, the other half a hungry tigress. Her ass lurched again and she swathed the head of Wade's prick with hot cuntjuice.

"Wade, it feels so hot and swollen."

"Let me push it into you a little baby…"

"Nhhhoooo!"

"Come on, don't fight me. It won't hurt much."

"Wade, ohhhhh Wade, I'm so mixed up." Brenda's mind whirled. Here she was stretched half naked on her own uncle's couch. And he was trying to fuck her. The specter of her father's face swam before her closed eyes. She shook her head hard as if to make him leave her alone. But she knew that if he saw her he might strangle her out of anger. Yet the way Wade's cocktip was rubbing her felt so-o-o-o good.

"Mmmmmm, better not do it," she babbled. "Just kiss me." But when Wade kissed her her heart picked up tempo and her ass tightened against the sofa cushion. He was leaning forward, pressing against her hymen. She tried to squirm up away from him but her head was jammed against the arm rest. Wade bit her chin. His hips lurched and drove his darkened glans against the yielding membrane stretched over her hole.

Brenda felt it giving. There was a moment of panic. She felt a lifetime of being sheltered, of being kept from the grasps of males. But now it was her uncle who had a firm grasp of her, his fingers digging into the soft swells of her ass as he tried to break her cherry.

"Uncle W-a-a-a-a-d-e! Ohhhh it hurts!"

"That's it darling, just keep squirming. It's gonna break any second!"

"Ouch! Ohhhhh Jesus! Ohhhh it's killing meeeee!"

There was a sharp sting and she had the feeling that something very delicate was being torn. It was the next sensation that took her breath away. The sensation of her body being filled with throbbing, hot cock! It was big! And it was slippery with her juices as it stretched the muscles around her hole wide and forced up into her vagina. The friction against dainty parts of her that'd never been touched by anyone made Brenda wiggle uncontrollably. Her mouth fell open and she let out a shuddering squeal that sounded more animal than human.

"Wade, your cock! It's g-g-going in. It's going inside me!" She tossed her head back and forth, blond hair tangling across her mouth and eyes. He kissed her then, his hands petting her excited body. She bit his chin without really thinking what she was doing.

"Darlin' Brenda, you're gonna be just fine honey, just fine."

"Uhhh. Uhhnnnnhhooo! Sooo tight! Sooo hot!" She bent her knees a little feeling the soft insides of her pussy clutch tighter around the tumid, firm cock. Her uncle grunted at the tightness her velvet folds exerted on him. She pulled her legs all the way up and her pussy squeezed him hard.

"God damn!"

Brenda let her legs part way down again. She was only trying to relieve the fullness she felt. The tightness and constriction of her unsullied vagina. It was so cramped with Wade's big cock inside her. And when she felt with trembling fingers, she discovered that only about three inches of his shaft had penetrated her. When she took her fingers away and looked at them, they were bloody.

"Nhhaaah," she whimpered, "I'm bleeding Wade! Ohhh God, I'm bleeding!"

Wade grabbed her head and kissed her mouth passionately. Little by little she forgot about the blood as her uncle's tongue probed in and out. It was like her mouth was a cunt for his tongue the way he was fucking her with it. Her pussy flooded fresh juice and the exquisite rub of his shaft stabbing deeper made her moan through her nostrils.

Now Brenda's bloody fingers clutched the backs of Wade's shoulders. She left red streaks where she slid down to hug him even harder. She could feel the force of his movements. His strong hips slammed her down into the cushion of the sofa. His hot cock forced deeper into her fresh wound. She was so slick down there that all that slowed him was the tightness of her pussy. And she was tight!

"Uhhhhnnn. Ohhhhhh God Wade, I can't believe this!"

"Baby, hold on. Just hold on tight."

They wrestled around on the sofa, her legs lifting up finally as she felt almost all of her uncle's cock forcing into her soft, mushy heat. Her muscles were aching deep inside her as they had to stretch around that throbbing knob of his glans. And she knew that the convulsions her body was going through had an effect on her uncle. He was biting his lip and grunting like a greedy animal as his big cock was sucked at by the velvet surfaces deep in the feverish heat of her body.

"You can feel me through that rubber?" she gasped.

"Oh baby, can I ever!"

"Wade, I know this is wrong. I hope you don't think badly of me."

"Brenda honey just kiss me and forget all that crap."

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks. His mouth tickled her neck and wet her earlobe. She twisted in the violence of the yearning lust she felt. Her heels rubbed the backs of his legs. Her nails cut into the flesh of his ass cheeks now as she grew braver.

"Nhhhhuuhhh, it's getting so good I think I might faint!"

The shoots of pleasure were coming faster now. Her clit was a swollen finger of cunt flesh that jutted up to catch every slight rub of her uncle's body. And the juice dripped down onto the sofa, making a dark spot there. The pain had become so slight that the thrills almost masked it completely. She knew it would hurt afterward. But now all she could think of was that fabulous sensation! The feeling of that thick, hard shape inside her. Rooting, rutting, raping her! She whimpered and plunged her plump, curvy ass and bit her uncle's shoulder.

"Whhaaahhh, yuuuhh! Ohhh Christ!"

"Baby, ohhh damn Brenda. Ohhh God damn!" Suddenly Wade was pumping his hips faster. It was still tight in her cunt but his cock had gotten slippery enough that it was sliding all the way in and all the way out. Brenda felt the full effect of being speared deeply by his lovely organ. And when he dragged it out quickly she lurched upwards with her pussy, chasing it. Then he'd shove her full again and a satisfied little grunt would rattle from her throat. Wade fucked her faster, faster yet!

"Ohh! Ohhh shit! Ohhhh Wade, yessssss!" She plunged back, wiggling and squirming like a crazy person. The friction was making the tingling itch grow more intense by the second. Until the itch wasn't an itch anymore, it was a burning, exquisite pleasure that dazzled her, left her without words. She could only growl and snap her teeth together and work her ass around in tight circles to capture that elusive hurricane of joy. Her breathing had gone completely, out of control. She almost shrieked as she sucked in huge lungfuls of air and let them out again. Wade was breathing the same way.

"Honeeeeee!" she cried, the thrill turning into a explosion of total release between the glossy lips of her pussy. She was consumed by it, devoured by it. And through her ravished senses she could still feel the ramming power of her uncle's prick as it fucked her and fucked her and fucked her again.

"W-a-a-a-a-d-e," she babbled, coming frantically. As her cunt spasmed tight she heard her uncle give a growl too. His body stiffened. His back arched. His lungs emptied as if someone had driven a bus against him. Instinctively Brenda slipped her hands down and he let her slide fingers between their bellies. She touched the place where he was stabbed into her body. Her eyes fluttered as she felt a surge along the underside of his shaft. Wade groaned and pushed his prick into her. It went so deep that his balls were pressed up against her and the surges came again. She could count them, count the rushes of hot cream that were filling the tip of that rubber.

Wade was all over her then, pulling her wrists back up so he could pin her down while he rutted like the hungry animal he was. She let him, her own climax still close enough that she could enjoy the fading comfort of having scratched her itch.

"Brenda!" he groaned.

"Wade," she sighed, comforting him in his agony of pleasure, hugging him hard as he shook and shivered against her warm, soft belly. Then he relaxed, fought to get his breath. For a long time that was all they did.

"There," she said at last. "I did it." There was the soft drip of her blood where Wade's cock still throbbed. She tried to tighten her muscles and felt the ache of the first pain she would feel. But as her pussy sucked around her uncle's cock he gave a groan too.

"You're pretty tight, baby. I think I rubbed myself sore."

"Even with that rubber on?"

"Yeah, I think so. You can sure squeeze a guy." He kissed her forehead and her nose. Then they brushed mouths.

"If my dad could see me now," Brenda said.

"Don't even think of that. It makes me nervous."

Wade eased his cock out of her and dabbed with his clean handkerchief at the tear he'd left. Brenda let him, enjoying the attention. She didn't feel as awful about the whole thing as she'd thought she might. She undid her dress finally and hung it over the back of a chair. Wade watched her tiptoe naked to the bathroom and when she caught him admiring her full, rounded ass, she grinned back. The rubber hung heavily from his cock.

"You know it'd be nice to have you around the place," he said, starting to slip it off.

"Your own niece? What would people say?"

"Maybe we could go someplace where they wouldn't know you were my niece," Wade winked. Brenda hurried into the bathroom and washed herself. When she came back into the room with a towel wrapped around her she saw the knotted rubber on the table. She picked it up and watched the hot sap roll around inside. The seed looked creamy and thick and she swallowed hard when she thought of it spurting up into her womb. It was so darned easy for a girl to get pregnant!

At that moment there was a knock at the door. Wade looked at her and she stared at him. She had to remind herself to start breathing again. Wade jerked on his pants.

"You'd better get in the other room," he whispered. Brenda hurried down the short hall to the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Only when she heard the voices did she remember that she'd left her new red dress draped over a chair in the front room. It was her father too! She looked at the cum-packed rubber she held in her hand. It was like a symbol of her sinfulness. Thank God she'd taken that with her.

"So, doing a little entertaining are you?" she heard her father say. Wade laughed.

"Aw yeah, you know how that is."

"You damned lucky bachelor," said Brenda's father. "And would you look at this dress! I always wanted to have a woman who wore a red dress."

The conversation between the two men droned on but Brenda didn't pay much attention to what they were saying anymore. She sat naked on the edge of the bed, wondering if her father might somehow grow suspicious. If he looked in the paper bag she'd set down in there he'd know it was his daughter fucking his own brother. But there'd be no reason for him to be so snoopy. Wade wouldn't let him anyway. After a while she heard the door slam and Wade came to the bedroom.

"He's gone baby, you can come back out."

"I thought I might pee on the floor," she hissed, blushing when she realized how familiar she was getting with her uncle. He grinned and pinched her bottom. As he watched Brenda squirmed into the red dress.

"You sure you should wear that home? Your old man was pretty interested in it. If he saw you with it on."

"You're right." She pulled it off and dug her baggy shirt from the paper bag. At least the jeans fit her tight. They were the only tight ones she had. "But I'm going to take it home with me. I love it." She hugged the red dress to her breasts. "It was the start of something special today, wasn't it?"

"You're damned right baby," Wade said, hugging her and the dress. "But it looks like I might be out of town for a couple of weeks. Your old man wants me to run up to Dawsonville and check out some antique auctions there." Wade shrugged. "Wish I could take you with me."

"Oh, I'd love to go!" Brenda bit her lip. "Isn't there some way we could do it?"

"You mean ask your dad if you could go with me?" Wade rubbed his chin. "I wonder if he'd suspect anything? God, I don't, know. He's one suspicious bastard."

"Oh surely not. You and me? I mean I've been a virtual nun for twenty-one years. How would he ever suspect that I might climb in bed with my uncle?" Brenda giggled and rubbed her bare tits against her uncle's chest. He felt them gently and they kissed. She could tell that he already had a fresh hard-on.

"We can think about it. I'll be into the store tomorrow baby. Wait for me there."

Brenda finished dressing, put her new dress in the bag and left. She sang all the way back to the store. Her feet had hardly touched the sidewalk as she skipped along. But when she went in her father's store he was there behind the counter. He gave her a strange look.

"When did you start wearing your hair down?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

"I thought it looked nice," Brenda said, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. But she felt like a whore with his accusing eyes on her. She imagined that he could even smell the perfumey musk of her afternoon fuck.

"I prefer it the other way," he said, turning back to the receipts he was recording. "You look cheap the way you've got it now. Been shopping have you?"

"Yes, I got a little something for myself." Her voice trembled. It scared her to know that only the paper bag hid the red dress her father would surely recognize if he saw it again. But he kept fooling with his paperwork and she went back to hide it among the junk in the other room. She couldn't ask her father about going with Uncle Wade on his trip to Dawsonville. Not yet anyway.