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CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning found Ginger humming softly under her breath as she walked along the lakeshore toward her father's store. He and her cousin, Sherry, were busy taking inventory for a couple of days while the store was being kept closed for that purpose.

At breakfast that morning, Dick had asked Ginger if she would be willing to spend part of that day at the store helping him and Sherry with the inventory.

Ever since her fuck session with Lance, Ginger hadn't been able to get her mind off the idea of fucking her father. Not that she had tried very hard! So when he asked for her help, she felt hypnotized by his hot eyes, sexy voice and bulging crotch. She quickly agreed to help out, hoping that she might be alone with him for awhile.

Meanwhile, in the store, Sherry was pouring herself another stiff drink from the bourbon bottle her Uncle Dick had given her to help her relax.

As she took a big swallow, Dick rubbed her large tits through her thin shirt and chuckled. "Don't be so nervous, Sherry. You act like you're going off to the wars or something!"

"That's what it feels like, Uncle Dick. I mean, Ginger is sexy as hell and all of that – but I've never done what you want me to do with her!"

"Don't worry, honey. It'll all come naturally," he assured her, admiring the way her hard nipples were poking through the thin fabric of her shirt.

"God, I sure hope so!" Sherry took another big swallow and looked at her uncle. "You will be watching us from the storeroom, right?"

"Right! That's the whole idea, babe. I can't wait to see you two sexy little bitches fucking each other! Suck her pussy real good, Sherry – for your uncle!" He kissed his niece passionately, their tongues rubbing hotly against each other.

Sherry moaned with desire, her pussy tingling at her uncle's lewd words. "Ohhhh, Uncle Dick, I just want to fuck you! Please fuck me! Ram your big prick up my cunt, please!"

"Not yet, little pussy," Dick said tenderly as he stroked her hard, throbbing tits through her shirt. "Remember the plan now. You and Ginger fuck. Then I'll come out and fuck my Ginger."

His tongue lingered over the words. How he loved the idea of fucking his kid!

"And then?" Sherry asked hopefully. Dick laughed. "And then, babe, you be a real good girl, and if I have any cum left, it's yours!" He slapped her hard on her ass, and she grinned.

"What if she doesn't go for it? What if she doesn't let me get near her?" Sherry asked, afraid she wouldn't be able to pull it off. And she didn't want to disappoint her uncle.

"Hell, you get some of that whiskey down her throat, and she'll fuck a banana!"

"You're sure? How do you know?"

"Because, little pussy, I've seen my daughter and how she suddenly starts acting after just a little wine with dinner! She'll probably rape you after you get some of that whiskey in her!"

"God, how weird – I wonder why alcohol makes her act that way," Sherry said as she took another drink.

Her head was feeling light and a little fuzzy, and her pussy was tingling more and more.

"Don't know for sure. But I read somewhere that it might mean she's allergic to the stuff. I don't care what the reason is, just so it gets her to open up her legs so you can eat her pussy!"

Dick's cock twitched when he said that.

"I doubt if she even knew what she was doing, but one time, after about two glasses of wine with dinner, she let me kiss her real good. You know – with my tongue. She moaned and wriggled around like she really got off on it, but then her mother came into the room, and I had to walk away from her!"

"Wow!" Sherry exclaimed, still taking sips of the strong bourbon, feeling warm and tingly all over. "That's great! So you don't think you'll have any problem getting her to fuck you?"

"No, I don't think so. I guess it's like you said all along. She really wants her old man to fuck her after what her brother told me last night about their little cherry-popping session and what she said about fucking me, I don't think I'll have any trouble at all!"

"Yeah, I think you're right," Sherry murmured, pouring a drink for her uncle.

"Still nervous?" Dick asked softly, watching his niece's jerky movements.

"Kinda. The drinks are helping me a lot! But I'm still afraid that I won't be able to do the right things to her. Don't forget, I've never done it before. Maybe it'll turn me off instead of on!"

Dick laughed and slapped her on her ass again. "Don't worry about that, babe. I've seen it happen before. Once you get a taste of her hot little pussy, you'll go at it like a pro! You'll love it."

Sherry took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn't let her uncle dawn. She wanted him to fuck her so badly. But she knew that before he would fuck her, she first had to fuck her cousin while he watched. Then she would watch while he fucked Ginger! She was looking forward to that part of it. She knew it would be terribly exciting. And then, hopefully, he would fuck her too.

Just then, they heard a knock at the locked front door.

"It's Ginger," Dick whispered. "Go let her in. Don't forget, honey. I'll be watching everything from the storeroom."

"Okay, Uncle Dick," Sherry muttered.

On legs shaky from nervousness and whiskey, she walked to the front of the store and unlocked the door.

"Hi, Ginger – come on in," Sherry said as she stood aside for her cousin to enter the store.

Both girls were dressed about the same – thin tee-shirts with no bras on underneath; very short, tight shorts which revealed a good deal of their fleshy asscheeks.

Sherry was surprised to find herself suddenly feeling very turned on by Ginger. Her cunt was oozing out hot pussycream, and her clit burned and itched for release. Suddenly, she was seeing her cousin as a very sexy young girl. And knowing that her cousin, Lance, had popped Ginger's cherry just the day before only increased the flow of pussyjuice between her legs!

"Where's Daddy?" Ginger asked, looking around the empty store.

"Oh, uh, he had to leave for awhile. But he told me what to do. We can go right ahead with the inventory," Ginger said, not looking at her cousin as she walked over to the corner of the store where there was a low table, several chairs, and a well worn couch.

On the table were several ledgers and a stack of business papers.

"Here's where we've been working," Sherry said as she sat on the couch.

Ginger sat next to her cousin, feeling a little nervous and very disappointed. Her cousin was acting a little strange, and Ginger had been counting on being alone with her father. And now he was nowhere in sight! Oh well, she thought, might as well make the best of things. After all, I told him I'd help out. And, hopefully, he'll return before I leave.

"How about a drink, Ginger?" Sherry asked with a smile as she reached for the bottle of bourbon and a clean glass.

"You're kidding!" Ginger exclaimed, feeling a tingle of excitement in her cunt.

"Nope. And your father approves."

"He does?" Ginger asked, accepting a glass filled to the brim with the strong whiskey.

"Sure. He's the one who left it here for us. He said we're both getting to be pretty grown-up these days," Sherry murmured, sipping from her own glass.

"Wow! Well, alcohol usually makes me feel pretty funny, but if Daddy said it was all right…" she hesitated, a little uncertain, looking at the tempting-looking amber liquid in her glass.

"Oh, he definitely thinks it's all right. Go ahead," Sherry urged her, draining her own glass.

Closing her eyes, Ginger took a huge swallow, emptying about one-half of her glass, immediately feeling different. Very, very relaxed. Kind of tingling. And very, very horny.

She opened her eyes and saw that Sherry was staring at her tits. Self-consciously, she glanced down and saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking through her tee-shirt. Embarrassed, she closed her eyes again and drained her glass this time. She felt suddenly very light headed and even hornier.

This time, when she opened her eyes, she saw that her cousin's gaze was fastened hotly on her crotch. She glanced down again and realized that her tight shorts had worked their way up her crack so that her cuntlips were neatly outlined.

Am I imagining things? She wondered. It looks as though Sherry is looking at me with lust in her eyes. No, it couldn't be! It must be the whiskey! I have to stop having such horny thoughts. And for another girl yet! And my own cousin to boot! What is happening to me? Ever since Lance popped my cherry the day before, all I can think of is fucking! I came to the store to fuck Daddy. But because he's not here, now I'm having obscene thoughts about Sherry! She shuddered in self disgust.

"What's the matter, Ginger?" Sherry cooed as she put her arm around the younger girl's shoulder and leaned close to her so that her ripe tits brushed her cousin's bare arm, making her shiver.

"Oh nothing, Sherry," Ginger said nervously, feeling a rush of heat in her pussy from her cousin's touch. She was shocked by her reactions. "Shouldn't we go to work?"

"In a minute. But first I want to tell you something," Sherry said, hugging her young cousin tightly against her body.

"What is it?" Ginger asked, feeling higher than before from the whiskey which she had drunk too quickly.

Sherry softly caressed her cousin's bare arm, working her fingers over to her juicy tits straining at the tee-shirt.

Ginger gasped but didn't try to push Sherry's hand away.

"It's about your father. And me. Fucking." Sherry said with a feeling of rising excitement in her clit.

"What?! You must be crazy!" Ginger exclaimed, struggling slightly to get up.

But Sherry held her firmly, and too dizzy from whiskey to move much, the younger girl finally collapsed weakly against her cousin.

"No, I'm not crazy. It was great. Your father has such a huge cock, Ginger! Haven't you ever warned to see it?" She continued to finger the young girl's tits, feeling more and more turned on with every passing second.

Ginger wanted to deny that she had ever thought about seeing her father's cock. But there was something about Sherry's hot touch, her tingling tits, and the whiskey which all made her feel so warm inside. And suddenly, she saw no reason to be anything but truthful.

"Sure, I've wanted to see his cock."

"I told you," Sherry laughed. "He fucked me with his big cock, as you know. It's a good ten inches long, Ginger, and nice and thick!"

"My God!" Ginger exclaimed as she absently accepted the full glass of whiskey her cousin handed her and raised it to her lips, not even realizing she was drinking the warm liquid.

"It's true, Ginger. A good ten inches!" Sherry repeated, knowing that she had her cousin right where she wanted her now.

The younger girl's eyes were glazed over with a growing lust, and she repeatedly licked her lips in excitement.

"And, God, did it ever feel good when he rammed his cock up my pussy! You should try fucking him sometime, Ginger," she murmured.

"Oh God. Oh God," Ginger kept repeating as she drained her glass of bourbon.

By now, Ginger's luscious tits were heaving wildly, and she had begun to squirm her ass on the couch as she listened to her cousin's lewd description of what it felt like to fuck Ginger's father!

While Sherry went on, describing in great detail her fuck session with her uncle, Ginger's mind relived her own hot memory of Lance fucking her. That memory, plus her cousin's depraved words, made her cunt throb with desire.

Suddenly, Ginger realized that Sherry's hand had moved down to her soft, bare thigh, stroking and creeping upward beneath her shorts to her fiery pussy. She felt so weak, so helpless, she couldn't even try to stop her cousin from touching her in that forbidden spot. And she wasn't even sure she wanted her to stop!

"Why, your little pussy is all wet, honey," Sherry cooed, more and more turned on by the idea of fucking her cousin.

Her uncle had been right, after all. She wanted to make love to her young cousin!

"It is?" Ginger half-moaned.

Now Sherry had one hand on Ginger's burning crotch and her other hand was still squeezing and rubbing the girl's swollen tits.

Ginger closed her eyes and leaned back against the couch. She found, herself hoping that her cousin would finger-fuck her. She shook her head, wondering where she ever got such obscene ideas. But she still wanted it. More than ever!

With her tits wildly heaving and her pussy oozing out more and more cuntjuice, Ginger spread her legs wide, scooting farther dawn on the couch. She felt more turned on than she would have thought possible. And she still couldn't get over the idea that it was another girl who was making her feel this way. And her own cousin! But then, my own brother fucked me yesterday, and look how terrific that was! Ginger giggled at the thought.

Ignoring her laugh, Sherry slid a finger inside the moist crotch of her cousin's shorts, finding her juicy cunt slit and began to pump gently. Ginger gasped and shuddered, locking her thighs tightly on the older girl's hand. Her breathing quickened hoarsely as the older girl began to finger-fuck her with a slow, relentless rhythm.

Ginger found herself instinctively humping her churning cunt on Sherry's jerking finger, trying to get more and more of the little substitute cock up her pussy.

Still fondling the young girl's tits which grew harder by the second, Sherry continued to fingerfuck her, feeling an incredible thrill each time a new torrent of warm pussycream poured over her finger. Even though she had never fucked another girl before, she sure as hell knew what a girl liked! She was just doing to Ginger what she would like done to her own little cunt.

Suddenly, Ginger came hard, squeezing her thighs so tightly together as she did, she almost broke her cousin's ramming finger.

"Jeeeeeesus!" she cried. "Commmiiiing!"

Floods of hot cuntjuice poured from her small cunthole and soaked the older girl's hand as she continued to pump her finger in and out.

"Good, honey. Keep coming!" Sherry urged her, feeling her own climax building.

"God! I don't think I can stop!" Ginger cried as another spasm shook her pussy.

As she continued to jerk off her cousin, Sherry glanced up toward the slightly opened door to the storeroom. It was dark inside that room, so she couldn't see her uncle. But just as she was about to look away again, she saw his hand appear in a thumbs-up gesture. And she grinned. That was all she needed to see to know that she was doing just fine.